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 258° 
Lillian May
By your presence I am bound.
it must be a great satisfaction to always know,
I am faithfully yours.
I, held open to you, as a book you could read when convenient
light skimming and waiting room sitting.
but I, being never your favorite novel,
was stuck back on the shelf full of "I'll finish it later"'s,
whilst I've written chapter upon chapter on you.
Well chapters are meant to end and books are meant to be read
                                                    Right?
I'll read my own book then
 142° 
ATL
I would cradle those abscessed arms
like a marionette,
so I could feel like Jesus-

yes
I watched widows
douse themselves in the same flame  
that took their husbands,

no embalming,
just a bundle of sandalwood
lit by their firstborn son.

so holy it was
with their shaved heads
and their white cloth-

nothings holy in the room
now empty.

yes,
I have wanted to be
Jesus a number of times,

but you cannot cry
at the cremation ground-

for their soul might stay home
to comfort you.
 140° 
Suicide Girl
Change
       Comes
                And
                      Goes
                            Thoughts
                                           Stay
                                                   And
                                                          Hurt
                                                                  You
 112° 
clever
in your arms with my head on your chest
 84° 
savspoetry
Pain is temporary?
No,
Its the happiness thats


Temporary
 84° 
JaxSpade
I'm a mage

The image of a magician
      Where magic is staged
 61° 
script7
only the luckiest of lovers
survive,
with their painted lips
and golden eyes.

the rest of us will
fall apart,
with our hateful words
and broken hearts.
original poetry written in august of 2019
 58° 
putiira
It's extremely rare
when someone is mindful
and there for you.
 54° 
thelemonpolice
If there were light
I could see the trees
From my bedroom window
Hanging over me

And I could pretend
To feel the wind
Watch the leaves all moving
And glistening

If there were light
I would see so clearly
In my room I wouldn't trip up
I'd walk so freely

If there were light
I'd see what I looked like
My appearance id change it
Put up a fight

If there were light
I'd feel much more safe
I wouldn't check the door
Lock so much each day

If there were light
I'd find others like me
to walk this road
I wouldn't be lonely

But there is some light
Even if I stumble through
Even if I think the worse of me
I'll make it through

I want to be much better
Don't want to walk in late
I wasn't born from love
But I won't die from hate
"I know where you stand, silent in the trees"   |-/
 47° 
Andres Martinez
A night to remember
For some to forget
Final place of solace
A life time of regret
Seeking inner peace
Putting an end to the pain
Carry me to comfort
A final solution is what you seek my friend
Hold me and never let go
It’s a small price to pay for a healthy soul
Tell I’m loved
I rather keep the truth to play it safe
It’s more than enough
It’s all I can take
 46° 
Alice
It's just that
i'd like someone to
write for me
just once
i'd like to be the object of affection
i'd like for someone to find
that beauty my mother keeps telling me
i have inside
i'm not complaining
but you see
i'd just like to be the
poem
and not the poet
for once
 46° 
Invisible
When did I last really laugh?
I can't really remember.
But I want to.

When did I last cry?
Just yesterday I believe,
But I don't know why.

When did I last yell?
Does it count if it
Was only in my head?

When did I last break?
An hour, ago I'm afraid.
No, maybe, I think.

My final question:
When will I last,
Do all of the above?/
....ok then.
 43° 
Justin
I'm fading away
I can't see the starlight
But I feel the chasm that's between
It looks like the division's here to stay
I'm waiting, but for how munch longer
I can't say

The silence is blaring
My ears are ringing
I don't expect to hear a thing
But I keep listening for a signal
Some sign of life
The silence cuts me like a knife
And I'm fading away

I dream of the stars
I dream of their beauty
Wishing I could see their light again
I miss how they shined when I looked up at them
I miss how they made me feel
Wondering if any of it was real

I'm fading away
The hope is almost burnt out
I see how much has been lost
It's almost spent
I'm waiting, but I know
this has to end.
 43° 
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.
 42° 
Carina
When you were a young child,
you wore your naive head in the clouds.
The vastness of space was your limit,
there were no social norms to worry about.

Growing up they told you,
you should pretend that you don't care,
so when your hopes would get devastated,
disappointment could give you a spare.

And now you find yourself wondering:
when did I stop following my ambition?
The thing you regret most when you die,
is your passion's creeping omission.

Besides, how can you ever win a game,
that out of fear you did not participate in?
Without your dreams you're a soulless ghost,
like a concaved snake's skin.

If only you're bold enough to walk your own path,
alienated and without an established map.
You will soon realize that your passion's just waiting,
for your courage to close the gap.
I came to realize that in our society less people are brave enough to dream and follow their passions. No one should be judged by his ability to dream of what he/she can be. No one should have to feel ashamed to openly express what you are passionate about. It is courageous and commendable to pursue your goals.
Never forget you can be whatever you want if only you believe in yourself!
 42° 
Jasmine dryer
stuck in my head
I cant tell if you
love me
or want me dead
doesn't matter, your in my head
your loves so sweet
but your oh so mean
blood on my hands
looking at me
like you don't know who I am
way to drunk to stand
now I'm crashing
but I know I'll land
right back in your hands
 42° 
hullzy
i would give you
all the stars,
all the planets,
just to see that smile
again.
 41° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         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.
 41° 
Justin
Way down,
I've drifted
And somehow
I'm riding the waves.
Waiting for the tide to take me home.

It's hard to believe
That things have to be
So black and white,
When the dreams that keep me warm at night
Are full of colors, so bright.

Even though life's a mess,
I'm running to keep it all together.
Chasing after the pieces of me.

I keep losing the pieces,
I keep losing the pieces,
So I let them all go.

Can we make up
The time that we've lost?
Or has it all drifted away?
Is it all over now?
Can we fix what's been broken?
Can we start over again?
I guess, for now, we'll have to wait.

I've got so much time.
Seconds like water in my lungs.
I think I'll be fine, dear.
I've been floating here so long
I've learned how to breath through the pain.

Even though life's insane,
I'm running to keep it all together.
Chasing after the pieces of me.

I keep losing the pieces,
I keep losing the pieces,
So I let them all go.
 39° 
moon
i used hate the way i would be awake at four in the morning.
i remember the way everything used to feel so haunting and scary.
there were no words to describe how deep inside my mind i would sink into,
scared and afraid of no return.

but now,
oh now,
i love it.
i fell in love with the quiet.
there was no more worry or fear.
instagram : @heavenforecaster
 36° 
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.
 35° 
August
He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.
 35° 
Traveler
I'm just another
Voice mail..
Unanswered E-mail..
Unheard prayer ..
Whisper on a scream..
Outlaw..
Outcast..
Back burner bygone..
Stumbling block..
For those I was once loved by
And there for
I forgive them
And move forward
Towards a happy ending
I pray you do the same
After all
That's what good people do!
Traveler Tim
Enjoy life and harm no other
Simple Wiccan Creed!!
 34° 
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
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.
©Hg
if you cannot
unravel my soul,
then you do not deserve
to undress
my body.
- i want to feel you in the parts of me you can't see.
 33° 
Styles
Of
all the things I have lost
I miss you
the most.
 33° 
Heather
When you put it like that
It really takes the shine off
Which is a good thing
I guess
I hate to be controlled
By something so base
As biology
 32° 
Traveler
I wish she would go
But I need her to stay
I can’t go home
I can’t find the way
I lost my nerve
To call out for help
I lost my voice
I lost myself
.........
Traveler Tim
 31° 
r
I’ve left footprints
in deserts
where no man’s been
in millennia; a thirst
not yet quenched
these dry cracked lips
can still spit out a poem
on old buzzards’
bones, trekking alone
whistling Dixie, my brother
I’ve a few miles yet to go.
Yo. :)
I hear ya, brother. Laugh with me.
I was on a date
Our second
On top of a mountain

The location
A beautiful
Irony

Overlooking
My old school
His old school
Too

He asks me
"What does it mean
When you say
You're a
Witch"

I'm magic
Simple
To me

Not so simple
To him though
He asks me
"Isn't everyone"

Hmm
He may have got me
There

No... I retort
Most people think
They are normal

I know
I Am
Not

He seemed satisfied
But I wasn't

And special in a
Way that I
Own
Myself my
Magic flows from

Within
Me

Not like the
Mormons
We once were

The "Miracles" we
Wrought through
Someone else's
Priestcraft

Today
My power is
My own
Fire On The Mountain
....
Also
Magic = morally nuetral
Miracles = ?
 29° 
NM
I sat with my anger long enough,
Until it told me it's real name was grief.
.
.
.
 28° 
Ammar
many men gave up their lives
for humanity
some men gave up their humanity
to save lives
 27° 
Max Vale
Sometimes in life,
We have to take the hard way.
But when you find love,
You'll be cruising on the highway.
 27° 
unnamed
every word i have written for you
has been a verse full of love
filled with good intentions

every verse i have written for you
has been a song full of acceptance
filled with quiet understanding

every song i have written for you
has been a poem full of finality
filled with a last goodbye.
sometimes you can still break people’s hearts even when you only have their best intentions at heart.
take accountability but learn to forgive yourself, too.
you did the best with what you could at the time.
 26° 
The Nine Doubts
Tea
I guess I'll go make a cup of tea
Because sometimes it feels like
You have time for all of them, but not for me
I'll be here waiting for you to see my messages.
 25° 
Amena
I guess they love you
Because all the poems I’ve written are
About you
I guess they love you
Because every single love song I hear is
Describing you
I guess they love you
Because In every passing face
I see you
I guess they love you
Because I’m not sure if all the writers and poets fell in love before
With you
 25° 
Tony Tweedy
I write not for my arts sake...
I write for my hearts ache...

I write not to remind myself...
I write to re-mind myself...
I perform my own exorcisms through my keyboard
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