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 710° 
Erik Luo
Slow walking
in the street
with the rain
singing my praise

not for my joy
nor my sadness
but only to prove
my existence
 462° 
Shafira Azzahra
we're alike
that's why I'm scared that you'll turn out to be me
 224° 
Mimmi
The night I hurt myself

No one knew

The room was full

But no one saw

I was right there

But also not there

No one knew

No one saw

More or less I bled in silence

In front of them

But in hiding

No one knew

No one saw

(Maybe no one really cared.)
Self harm, is a bad thing, for good people trying their best to survive.
 186° 
Trin
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
 150° 
Beverly Bolea
in this chest of mine still resides
all those bad memories that got me scarred
where the me and the me from the past collides
locked up and struggling, afraid to move forward

but then you shined your light in my life
colored my life like an artist
i cant wait for the day that you become my wife
because in your eyes, i feel catharsis.
 140° 
Phil
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšŒπšžπš›πšœπšŽ
𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πšžπš–πšŠπš— πš–πš’πš—πš
π™Έπšœ πš’πšπšœ πšŠπš‹πš’πš•πš’πšπš’
𝚝𝚘 πšœπšπš›πš’πš™ 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒
πš˜πšŸπšŽπš› πšπš’πš–πšŽ
πšπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš πš˜πš›πšπš•πšŽπšœπšœ πš‹πšŽπšŠπšžπšπš’
πš πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš› πšŠπš—πš 𝚊𝚠𝚎
πšƒπš˜ πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πšžπš—πšπšŠπš—πšŽ
 94° 
Kawa
β€œFalling in love” isΒ a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
 72° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 70° 
Aphasia
Oh, not too bad
(I haven't slept)
Y'know, on and off
(I mean this week I haven't wept)
It used to be worse
(I'm not in despair)
I'm holding up
(I won't let myself go there).
Some days are hard
(I feel so drained)
I think everyone's struggling
(I've numbed the pain)
Yeah, I'm okay
(I can't keep pace)
Thanks, I'm alright
(I miss my okay place).
 58° 
Austin Reed
You’re a safe haven,
blessing me with great vastness,
imagination.
 51° 
labyrinth
Please stop the time dear
I wanna get off right here
 45° 
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an β€œit”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
 41° 
ro
i fell in love,
with the idea,
of you,
and not you.
 38° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
β€œI am the best thing that ever
walked into your life.” I won’t
ever have to say that to her.
It’s like a Christmas present.
You don’t tell the girl you’re
giving It to what’s in the package.
She has to open it. She has to
tear off the paper and bow.
She will feel it the rest of her
life and cry tears of joy.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
 38° 
Star BG
toast inside moment
today is great day to live.
celebrate the dream
HAIKU
 35° 
aya
you remind me
of something
that never happened
i find it hard to open up to him which really ***** because it ends up hurting both of us
 34° 
tranquil
they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
far
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper


buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
circles
 33° 
abby
i’m alone,
craving his touch,
his breath on his lips
his fingers between mine.
and i realize, at most, that is a wish,
not a possibility.
 32° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
Β Β Not a single!
ExclamationΒ mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 31° 
KaZAkers
Is is, is it?
Is it not is
or is it?
It is.
It is it.
Or is it is?
Is is.
And is is not.
Is not is.
Is not not is?
Is it?
Oh yes, it is.

(C) KaZAkers
 30° 
ghost
I never asked to be born
 28° 
Traveler
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
 28° 
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
 26° 
Sav
In a world of dreamers,
are you awake or asleep?

In a realm of promises,
which do you keep?

In a land of tomorrows,
when does he beseech?

Within thoughts of conclusion,
does she retreat?

In the be all end all,
why does she screech.

I think we're all dead now,
we weep
we
weep.
I found myself
After many years
Trials and tribulations
Too many tears

Years went wasted
Feeling empty
Lost in despair
Nothing good could be

I lost it all
Nothing to do
In that barren moment
A light shined through
My life nearly gone
Yet I still stood
Was tragedy over
Leaving room for good

I’d been the victim
For far too long
Accepting the sentence
Of everything wrong
Yet in my darkness
The sun did rise
Realizing I’d lived
A series of lies

Carrying the mark
Of sins not mine
Knowing it was time
For the true me to shine
Destiny now in my hands
To shape and create
Shedding all judgment
Even if a bit late

I found myself
After many years
Now living fully
Nurturing my cares
 23° 
uhhhhhhhhhhh
you're so beautiful
and broken inside

didn't love almost
bring you to suicide?

because it wasn't real
did you really think they'd care?

he just wants to use you
he wants to **** the life out of you
emotionally torture me... and then leave me by myself...
every poem
is written
in blood

this is all
I'll shed
for you.
 22° 
Orakhal
its you

not them
you are missing

be aware
of all feeling
held to the image of another
in your mind

and know
its you not they

requires an adjustment
 22° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❀️
 22° 
C F
When I was younger
I once read a book,
That somehow connected with me.

It was bought by my mother
And
It was aptly named, What My Mother Doesn't Know

I'm quite sure my mother knew
Atleast most of what I was up too.
And I was all the better for it.

I still have the book,
I think I'll give it to my own child one day.
 21° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 21° 
REY
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
β€œI’m tired,”
β€œI’m a failure,”
β€œI’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
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.
 20° 
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
β€œWe’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 19° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 19° 
Dahlia
It’s rare to find
people who
genuinely
actually
truly

listen
So?
Yeah, you're special.
So am I.
So is everybody.
So what?
 19° 
Paras Bajaj
The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
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