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Suicide aint it chief
rereading our old messages
is like opening a closed wound
i cant believe I let you talk to me like that
I know you don't
feel the same
as do
you never have
and you
even wan't
friends anymore but
it still
me when
you've moved
that you're
A story of unrequited with my now ex friend.
Your shadow
behind you like
a prisoner
of your

your eyes
have become
roses that
are slowly

and all
of my words
cannot help
her in
these nights,

where she
hides behind
these empty

at first light
of marriage
she was
ready to
set the
world on

put now
her fortunes
are just
empty pockets
of fate
buried deep in
her old
favorite jeans.

too young
too stupid,

in love
or whatever
you call
it at eighteen
years of age.

and I
send her
kisses and
quiet whispers,

that at twenty-eight
she might
grow to

that at
thirty eight
might cover
her heart
like a

and then she
will realize
that "yes,

I loved her
This planet a palette

Its people shades of gray

Not separate, but

Apart I'd contrast hue

Man now knows variety
Andres Martinez
I’d ask for you to speak to me
But the actions are enough
louder than anything your words would express
It’s fine
Just hope it was worth your time
Never one to disappoint
I’ll continue to be another broken toy
Beth Bayliss
"why do you love her more now than
when I was tomorrow?"
I sat down and looked at the old tomorrow,
taking in his wrinkled eyes
and the day's memories
painted across his skin.
("call me yesterday," he had said earlier
and I had yet to pinpoint why I couldn't quite do that.)

"because," I explained,
"when you were tomorrow,
I loved her with everything I had,
and she gave me a little bit of new love
every day, so I had more.
today I loved her with everything I had,
and when you go,
a new old tomorrow will come
and ask me why I love her more every day
and I'll tell him what I told you:
every day, she teaches me a little bit more
about how to love well
and every day she gives me a little bit more love
so I'll tell her I'll love her tomorrow every night for the rest of my life
and I'll talk to tomorrow every night for the rest of my life
and then I'll tell her all about it in the morning,
and watch the smile spread across her face,
and really, that's all forever is"

tomorrow looked at me with weary eyes,
and then, satisfied, drifted away
to the banks of yesterday
like a leaf on the wind.
for her
Shofi Ahmed
When the eternal night
once again wraps up the sun
the Moon opens the window
to the forever countless stars!
...Also seen great men
Walk down the wrong path of life
Never to return
take me back with you
so we can gaze at the stars
one sin at a time.
a haiku
Peter J
Sitting watching the world burn
Man doesn’t have an answer
Books don’t have an answer
Religion doesn’t have an answer
They won’t let you in

Sat here watching it happening
We’ll be safe some one must know
We’ll be ok the politicians will know
We can prey, that’ll work
They won’t let you in.

Sat here watching this madness
Smoke over America and Saudi
People walking forever and ever
To be saved from the smoke
They won’t let you in.

It’s still happening when I awake
I can’t find my way,
why is everyone laughing
Please hold my hand
They won’t let us in.
#you live in a house-go to school-live in a house.
Puck Everlasting
Slithering on the ground,
Confined to Earth’s grip.

God’s hand took from me
My freedom,
my will,
my legs.

It is not my fault.
It is human curiosity,
And now I pay for it.

It is not my fault.
It was the devil inside me,
And now my children pay for it.

Salvation is not meant for serpents,
And so I am trapped.
Slinking and sneaking,
Stuck in this legless body.
Light seeps through the
Window cadences of rhythm
Like a heartbeat
Of true intentions
Misconceptions dodge the soul
Dust particles pass my face
Proving I’m still alive
Somewhere inside
This shell

At night my astrolabe
Can not contain the measures
Of uneasiness and skepticism arising
In this government induced anxiety
Nettles on moss
She rules
He’s a succubus
Authorities of none and all
Animals play
Then naught
Diction annunciating “void”
Vamped value glows red
Dried skin turns to ash
Marshmallow madness sticks
That tune in your head
Maestro’s Fever sings
Sweating for a minute
You’re on parade
Have a drink
Here then gone.
Grace E
She's not the damsel.

She's the dragon.
And she knows who she is.
i've never had anyone kiss me the way you did

i've never fallen in love and fallen asleep

but you're one in a million and i wanna stay a while
but you just
had to look at me
and i'm falling

Rain hitting the roof
is my favorite kind
of poetry.
What to say,
What to do,
All I think about
Is you
Will there ever be another like her.
you’re not


of love.

they weren’t

just worthy

of yours.
I'll wait for you like she could have

I'll protect you like she should have.

I'll fix that heart of yours that she shattered.

I'll love you.

Just let me treat you like you deserve,
and i'll love you as long as you let me.
I am as fit as a fractured fiddle,
with my wooden cords galore
that don’t make a sound anymore,
and a neck like wet cardboard
that is ready to fold and fall
on the bathroom floor.
I want to strum to the beat
Of your heart,
Dance with your soul.

I want to pretend
Your name wont leave me
With sorrows
As soon as you go.

I want to make our last night
One you fight
To leave your memory

I want to watch as
Our last embers
Fade out of control
From the black coal
That turned to ashes.
Rochelle Foles
it was
     a dastardly decision
         deeming fated
         to deny a future

filled with dismay
     furtive deeds     designed to forget

the futility of dark days
i have, it seems, always loved Sylvia Plath.  This is  a reflection on losing her far too soon.

if you know someone whom you worry about losing in the same way do all you can to get them help. stay w them. let them know how their demise would affect you and those they’ve touched.  call the hotline, call an ambulance.  pray, do that voodoo you do.  intercede.  their life may depend on it.
O Lord search me, inside and out then heal me.

I beg thee , O Lord to search me and to heal me.

Not only I, heal but everyone that reads this too.

For this world is hurting and needs your Healing.

Heal our lands, heal our bodies, heal our children.

Then all shall see you O Lord and let a revival begin.

Thus then bring all nations unto your throne room.

Repenting of their sins, asking you to come into their hearts.

Thus many more including world leaders as well God.
Megan Joseph
love is a drug;
once you have a taste
you can't get enough.
maybe that's why I am afraid,
afraid to take a sip,
a bite,
a whiff,
of love,
i might overdose.
friendships are gardens and i make bouquets
I have no words to speak
You took them from me
like a rose I am red and rouge
cut me open
I belong to you
I dare say it
You are the moon
And no need for the upper moon
As long as you exist
You are the light of every lover
Your smile is my daily prayer
You are the earth's moon
That shines my heart
And makes me look smart.
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.
Mystic Ink Plus

Genre: Micro verse
Theme: Privileged
Author's Note:
He/She might not say
Anything casual

Expect something
Calm to ears
sandra wyllie
can give life
and one person
and take life away

One Person
can create
a beautiful masterpiece
or destroy the hope and joy
in a child’s loving, trusting face

One Person
can build this country up
or tear this country down
One vote
can make the difference
as to our future
if that vote is sound

One Person
can change your life
forever –
if given the permission to

One Person
can do many things

One Person
is you
If Romeo waited, he will see
that his true love Juliet was not dead but asleep.
If Cinderella waited at the bottom of the stairs,
her prince charming would never have left her foot bare.
If the young mermaid waited patiently,
perhaps the man will visit and avoid this tragedy.
If Snow White waited till the animals say
the apple was poisoned and turning gray.
If I keep on waiting for you,
will you, one day, love me too?
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.
Not the stillness
but the never-ending motion
not on the head of a pin
but in base of the broad basin
not a perfect evenness
but the wealth of variance

Not two opposing pebbles
laid on a lever atop a pivot
not a balance
like a train car
arriving at the station
where people board and disembark
while their total never changes

not good opposing evil
not black and white
or self against the other
the summation of the ins and outs
of all that simultaneously occur
when nothing ever happens
14th installment in this series of poems inspired by physics. For further reading:

Thoughts and comments are welcome
I drank you deeply at dusk,
and that,
is where I'll wait-
-for you,
drunk on your magic
grasping at your ether.
Be careful

That care
Does not Become Control


as love
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.
Lara Mari
She has a skeleton in her closet,
one that haunts her everyday.
It calls her name, and tortures her
with words sharp as shards of bone
broken off a decaying soul.
Another “shitpost”
D Letwixt
I've disappeared into myself
And reality seems
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