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 442° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

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                            s     all you have to
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                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
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                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 239° 
laura
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
 238° 
m h John
a father is suppose to be a child’s first
hero
protector
guider
and mentor
however for me my father was my first
tormentor
narcissist
and the monster that hid under my bed
with a bottle to keep him company
happy father’s day to all the people who have  a dad like this, they have only made us stronger
 210° 
Aravind
"I ventured out all alone for the first time
Only to find that this world is full of slime"

"To be oneself here is a crime
As the cynics here value only the dime"

"As we are falling into the evil's ravine
I seek the intervention of 'The Holy', The Divine'"


                                           - Aravind
 200° 
MyDystopiA
My smile wide
diamond times
humility is my pride
ego blind I live outside
I play the night
the jokers plight
the walls are high
but I climb inside
my mind I find a 9
a blue heart of mine
the soul does intertwine
curls like vines
around my brain
entranced entrenched
I score to blame...

©️JMCole
 148° 
I'm brOKen
I look at him
And I see me
The apple doesn't fall
Far from the tree
I still love you even though you don't know that you exist.
:)
 124° 
Kelly McManus
Mankind has a rope
around its neck the bottoms
about to drop out
                                 Kelly McManus
 120° 
Lila Timberwolf
I love you was written on your lips
And when you said it
I fell deep for you
Every kiss in between words
And random things said when least expected
Pictures taken and all the laughs
But, "I love you" stole my heart
It left me gasping for air
As I said it back
I love you and I promise you.  
I will keep you until the last breath has escaped me and long after that.
 99° 
Mathew Kohnen
Once I feared dying
But I have died, bit by bit
With each loved one lost
 96° 
Sky
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.
 89° 
Diya
Today
I care about Manchester's weather
More than anything else.
God ,please listen to the prayers of billion souls...
All the best India and Pakistan!
Cricket world cup ....
I want to watch today's match!!
All the best to all teams...keep up the spirit!
 89° 
Adrasteia
I was February
You were June
I was made from
The same star that made you
As time flew by
We parted ways
Remember me Spring
Winter is far away
 80° 
Kora Sani
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
 68° 
elizabeth
i cried today for the first time since i moved to the city

i cried on the subway

it was nowhere near as glamorous as the movies make it out to be
the lighting was fluorescent  
and a homeless man begged for change
the air felt stale and i could smell the banana a toddler was eating across the aisle from me

i don’t cry beautifully
the tears came out in a heavy stream
and stained the collar of my white t-shirt
i knew my carefully shaped eyeliner was already halfway down my face by the time we stopped at 14th street  

i cried today for the first time since moving to the city
it finally felt like my city
 67° 
Katinka
You
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time
first.

You
with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best
second.

You
with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love
third.

You
with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

I
with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
 67° 
Maaria K
the taste of sleeping pill ringing clear and bitter at the transition between mouth and throat
so different from the taste of sleep
a sickly sickly sweet
 66° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 60° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
Standing on the rooftop with you
I want to see the world
Specks of stars in the sky
The man in the moon
Traffic humming in the background
I look in your eyes
Feelings come rushing back
Years of memories we have
I want to touch your skin
Feel your lips on mine
There's nothing more I want
But you're not mine
And it kills me to stand so close to you
And pretend I'm just fine
When I never stopped loving you
But time isn't on our side
Too early, too late
Could never get it quite right
But I would wait till the end of time
Just to have your lips on mine
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
 56° 
clever
lately, i've been hearing that you wrote
someone else's name on your heart
but lord knows that all the sharpie in the world
couldn't cover up what i carved there
 53° 
Blade Maiden

The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores

Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours

Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores

Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source
 49° 
Callie Richter
now that i'm sober
my mom says that
i've quit a lot
and i don't have to
give up smoking
just yet.
but she buys
nicotine patches
and leaves them
in my room.
i'm trying mom.
i swear it to you.
She adores roses
Those are red and fire
He presents violets
These are blue and crude
To stitch-up a broken heart
Do they have a glue?
Roses are red
Jasmines are white
Gentle and subtle,
together with Jasmine heart,
into every night dream.
Roses are red
Sunflowers are golden
She is feeling a bit down
Will you play her cello?
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Jasmines are white,
Fatherly fragrant, love  
Just follow the clue
By Angel. XJ  16/06/2019
 47° 
Lightheart
I consume any story
with situations worse than mine

it’s a way to prove to myself
that I can survive this

and a way to cry
over anything that is not myself

because crying
might make it real
might make it true

if I don’t cry
it’s not really happening
right?
 45° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
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i'm doin all i can
but nothing seems okay
i only know what i've been taught
but i'm too young to understand
that no matter what i do
and no matter how i fight
i cannot change the way
that i saw her look at you
 44° 
Jason Myrwoda
Tomorrow night when the moon is right
My heartbreak settles just for a night
My mind is free with no paranoid fright
Just for a night i am whole an complete
Just for a night i return to the wilds
Happily abandoning all whims of strife
Joyful the night when the moon is right
It brings out perfection an every ounce of might
A single cycle leading to the bright
A merry angelic primordial night
Tomorrow leads tomorrow in sight
Just one more time if u may and might
Bring out the ancient child
An heal my hearts weighted blight.
 44° 
Kayla
If only, if only,
Said the jay to the dove
If only if only
You’d be my true love.
If only if only
The dove then replied
If only if only
you’d stay by my side.
If only if only
The treetops were gold
If only among them
Our futures were told.
If only if only
The dawn broke the night
If only if only
Our demons would die.
 42° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 41° 
Luvanna
Mom asked me a simple question
'What do you want to be?'
So I answered proudly
'I wanna be an astronaut,
simply because I want to thank every each
of the stars and the galaxy,
for taking care of you and letting me have you
in my humble life'
 39° 
Broken Cardinal
Your touch was
e l e c t r i f y i n g

I feel it still
On my face
On my neck
On my arm
On my back

I can't even remember
What we said or
Where you touched, but
I feel it still,
And it was
e l e c t r i f y i n g
boys look like boys
girls look like girls
boys look like girls
girls look like boys

people look like people

and that is all that I see

every single beautiful soul
worth living

especially the bus driver
who just flicked me off

she’s more deserving
than most.
 36° 
kate
I want to write about what hurts because I think it will
Stop me from hurting. If I put these words on
A page then they will be easier to digest.
Poetry isn't curative by creation, it is
Just confession. Still, these remedial
Lines are what I turn to when I am holding
Too much in my hands. Right now, I feel
Like I am overflowing onto the ground below me.
For the first time,
I don't want to write about what hurts. I want
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me. I want
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can.
I should write
About how we've said goodbye so
Many times that it turned into a threat, a weapon
We made with our tongues.
I should write
About how I lied and got away with it,
How you got caught with
Your hands tied and no one to blame.
I should write
About how it was over before we waved the white
Flag, and I know what it means now
To hold onto a sinking ship.
I've never had anything to die for.
I should write about how I've never wanted
Something so much that I devastated it completely.
We loved in harsh conditions, under sun and darkness and
I don't know how to write about how
The love didn't save us.
I don't write about letting go as much as I write about
Holding on, and I want
That to change.
I don't want to write hurt just to feel it.
The next poem I write about you will be
About me. About how I held on and how I let go.
It won't be about your love, it will be about
Mine. It won't stop me from hurting, but
It is how I make it out
Of my love alive.
`
 33° 
Dennis Willis
It's all about
The attention you get
Not from poetry

That's a bath
of unmatching
Angst

Uncounted syllables
and unrhymed
utterances

Splashing about like
some lower form
of soul

Raisins are needed
to offset
your parched

Appreciation and
foregiveness
that suicide themselves

in that barren
self
you call home
 33° 
Samantha
Me
You asked me who I want to be, so here’s my answer:

I want to be FEARLESS & SELFISH

I want to walk above the ground
I want to give my thank you speech
And wear the crown

I want to open my voice
I want to tell them exactly how I feel
And not give a **** about their ideals

I want room to grow from a fraction to a whole
I want my world to revolve around ME
And be able act fierce and carefree

I want to be the woman that intrigues strangers
I want to bravely approach them with friendly banter
And have spontaneous encounters that brings on laughter

I want to be someone more like me
Inspired by someone from this site, when he asked me "Who do you want to be"
Thank You :-)
 32° 
written by me
The
strawberry
moon
reminded me
of your
essence,
your hair.

Dipped
into the
chocolate
night sky
where
love
at one time,
dared.

Bright red
sweetness
with a
juicier texture
after
midnight.

The wolves?

For you,  
they just
found
themselves
a fight
in the
strawberry
moonlight.



written by me... ..
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