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 7217° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 340° 
Jason James
And just like that
You saved me
From the bane of the loveseat
From the banality of another day.
The only words I know to say are thank you
But they're not necessary and they won't do
So I say
You made my day
When in reality
You saved me.
I've always got your back,
Lay me down
Or standing ground
You're not alone in this.
 240° 
SJ Vandegrift
She noticed his love for liver
And his love for steak rare
Liver for gritty iron flavor
Steak rare for red flesh fair
He'd never eaten a body
Never sated human flesh
Yet he fancied the fantasy
And liked raw things best
 240° 
Hannah J Strauss
This summer is different.
The sun warms stiff wintery bones just right.
The winds brush through my hair like fingers.
The water laughs and plays like children around me.

This summer is different.
The rain is heavy like my favourite coat.
The trees are taller than I remember.
The days are never long enough.

This summer is different.
I am alone for the first time.
It is so quiet; I can now hear my body speak to me.
This time, I will listen.
 236° 
Jacob Pitcher
We all get lost sometimes,
trying to follow a stream of lightbulbs
flickering on in our heads
that lead to a place where you can unlock your heart.
 189° 
dempsey
you ask do i have
imaginary friends,
and i say yes, since i
look through a lens

of love, at your face,
at your eyes, at your smile
i wish we could sit
and talk for a while

when you lean on me
when you hold my hand
all i wish is that
you could understand

that i do have a friend
one that you’ll never see,
it’s the foolish idea
that you’d ever love me.
not my best poem but i was inspired to write this from an unrequited love :( really struggling
 150° 
Noah Smith
Rain falling,
God's tears: Consequence.
Mind failing,
Atoning fears: Recompense.

Clouds part,
Dried eyes: Forgiveness.
Mended heart,
I rise: Confidence.
© Dysphoria, 2019
 133° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 133° 
Justine Helgren
Oftentimes,
I have a lot to say
I just can't get it out,
Sometimes
 128° 
Mrs Anybody
i saw you
for a split second

and i smiled
like an idiot
part 22
 128° 
Grace E
I feel like an Audrey
In a world full of Marilyns
 128° 
teresia
The day is cold,
the flowers are sleep,
and the birds are gone.

You keep carving love
in my heart.
But I only left pain
in your heart.

Do I really deserve you?
 109° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 108° 
Heather
The things you’ve said
The things that happened
Burned in my memories
I close my eyes
It all plays on repeat
Like a broken record
 103° 
Jón Valur Jensson
Where are you taking me?
     To the Garden of Eden!
Why are you shaking me?
     As we danced in Sweden!
Am I still all you've got?
     I would think so, my dearie!
|:  O, yes, leave me then not,
     as you are so hot,
     my love.  :|
Ev11xii19
 102° 
Mikaela L
One of my curls delightfully wraps around his finger,
My hand reaches for his finger, sizes the awful curl,
A word of hate strikes the lover.

You love me, but what is love?
Love is patience,
Love is kindness,
Love is wise,
My love, we are none of those things,
Our love's impatient,
Our love's cruel,
Our love's foul.

See the flower in the desert?
Under the dreadful red sun,
See the petals as they fall?
That is our love.

For you,
M. L.
 94° 
eli
i want to write
but
i dont remember how
heeeeeeelp
Three hundred and one days
my mind continues to rot
lost inside my head
these dreams are all I have.
Erase Me
 82° 
Me
In a sense
It's innocence
Curled up in
Your stomach
Eying world
In disbelief
And asking
Is this really
The place we're meant
To be
I say yes
Put my palm on
My belly and
Hope you feel it
 81° 
Em
and if love could talk
i don’t think she would
i don’t think she could
she knows
there are no words to explain
what has happened
she would just hold me
stroke my cheek
and let her tears
do the talking
-i hate to see her cry
~e.m
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 76° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 75° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 73° 
IrieSide
Greetings,
from the Mayan land
of sunset lava and teal water
Lake Atitlán
 68° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 67° 
katie
she’s everything i am,
and everything i could be
she gets tired and lonesome,
and she’s suffered for me

she’s strong and capable,
and someone i look up to
her unconditional love is powerful,
and she’s lessened every pain i’ve gone through

time after time again,
she’s forgiven my selfish ways
because she has always been a part of me,
and she’s always here to stay
a letter to myself
 65° 
Dylan Mcconnell
just because i don't fit into your hands
doesn't mean
i don't fit into my own
 58° 
دema
It seems that
I like that
I can't have you,
but when the
challenge is over,
so are my wants.
 56° 
Michael Edwards
.
She had a seductive pout
Which excited me - I admit it
I thought I might take her out
And just one bullet did it.
 54° 
Garrett Johnson
Ode to Penelope.

Silence.
Sweet in symphony.
For she.
The carrier of infinity.
Bound in saddened halls.
& Sheltered in my arms for intimacy.



Garrett Johnson.
These eyes that you cannot see.
Keep dreaming
Even if it breaks your heart
For there's always going
To be a storm
A written piece
Or tranquility
Your flying high
To high to see
A story gloating
Never ending
Making sense
Doesn't have to
Matching rhythm
Why do you
A land for shadows
A land to seek
But never explore
Unspouced
 52° 
Lilah

as she trudged up the mountain
        ^
      / \
    /     \
  /         \
/             \
victory pulsing through her veins

badum badum badum badum

her eyes set intently on the peak

a deathly stare

she knew she could do anything

anything at all

she was anything but meek

this world is not for the meek
The line “this world is not from the meek” I took from a poem I wrote last school year called “Story of a Lonely Bird”.
 50° 
annie rose
im over it.
please stop haunting my mind.

when im happy.
when im sad.
when im angry.
when im feeling.

please stop.
when im trying to sleep
after a long day, week, month.

you appear yet arent here.
so please go away.
and stay away.

- i miss you and i hate it
 50° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 49° 
Hanna
Do they really love me
Or is it just a show?
I don't think they like me
They just pretend they do

It's sad that I'm scared
About being left out
But even they'd hate me
I wouldn't find out.

They still hug me and act the same
They speak to me in a normal way
But I know one day they'll forget my name
Cuz' maybe all of this is a game
 48° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 43° 
Robby
I am the lamb
Lead me to the post you prepared
Tie me there tightly

Take your knife from its sheath
Plunge it deep in my neck
Drain me until there is no more

Love me while I perish
 43° 
sophia
don’t worry,
i’m okay.
i just have to
be sad
sometimes.
to draw myself
back into my head
and make sure
everything’s working correctly.
a simple one i wrote in my journal yesterday
 41° 
Anastasia
twisting
creeping
vines 'round my heart
thorns
piercing
tearing it apart
pressure
squeezing
dripping shards
paper skin
ripping softly
declaring love
absolutely falsely
dripping heat
blood falls
breaking hearts
an impressive feat
roses bloom
from seeds of shards
pure love
for you to discard
 39° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
 39° 
w m
95
there's an emptiness, a distance from life that I cant seem to fix
 38° 
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.
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