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 3426° 
jee
sing me your inspiration,
so that words may blossom
through the rings of the tree
in my paper.

gift me your passions,
so that pathways may carve
through inked rivers
and graphite daydreams.

paint me your love,
so that I may palette
your rainbow
and color my canvas

with my favorite colors of you.

the soft pink
of the inside of your lips,
and the offset grey
haloed through your eyelashes.

tiger lily freckles framed
by sweet peach
and wallflower blushes.

rainfall wrists
and dutch cocoa silk.

all my canvas needs
are the colors of you.
acrylic affirmations and watercolor whispers
 459° 
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
  Not a single!
Exclamation 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

The poem is one year old this month!

Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 220° 
Vincent Legrand
im wondering
if i was told
i had one day
left to live
how much of it
i would spend
-or waste-
thinking of u
would it be more than i already do
 186° 
Suzy Berlinsky
Just wash it every 15 minutes between washings & spray stuff on it
a lot & then go to church & have a baby in the parking lot & then 2
hours later have 3 major strokes & collapse at a Texaco gas station.
 184° 
Indreamz
‌I love the way you      
romance with words;      
the way you play with them        
....weave them beautifully      
into a gorgeous tapestry    
...called poetry.          
‌How well you know        
the right use of delicious,  
luscious words      
The way you arrange them        
...string them together creating
a heavenly harmony      
that's just simply breathtaking!        
‌Your poetry picks up on its wings        
one's spirit, carrying it to    
an ethereal realm...        
Stirring up ocean of emotions  
within one's soul...        
Giving words to one's feelings that was lying hidden somewhere        
...unknown
 143° 
Connie
bile climbs my throat, insects on skin,
something's in my stomach, itching from sin.
get it out-
take the knife-
make careful cuts!
if you let this thing live,
i won't make one more month.
not a huge fan of how this turned out, so i'll probably end up tuning the concept more (:
 121° 
Emily
Loving you was my mistake
But I'll still love you 'till I break.
Just stay with me today.
I want this
If you don't
Then you don't have to stay.

Loving you was like a moth and flame
You lured me in, then played your game.
But I still stay here everyday.
I need this.
I liked this anyway.

Loving you was so bright
When you smiled you were my light.
But then that smile faded away
Now I'm lost
In the dark you left behind.

Loving you was like a lullaby
We listened close to the others mind.
But you said that it might change.
You gave up.
You left this anyway.

Loving you was my mistake
I still love you anyway
But you turned your back on me.
I don't like this.
I don't need this.

Loving you was my mistake
You stopped saying it back.
It really feels like hell
When I see the old texts you'd send.
I don't want this.

But I can't stop
Loving all that you do
cause I love you.
That, angel, is true


-3nwlry
 94° 
Nitin Pandey
I am for you only,
if you are for "yourself"
#thought #you #yourself
 85° 
Beau Donner
i tripled down b/c
i had already pressed
the infinity
of god
into the slot machine
(& had a little
success)
now i’m at the craps
table
rolling the dice
& god is on
my side
right?

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 78° 
Nyx
-

I like you

-
Nothing more and nothing less
 69° 
Mrs Anybody
do you even recognize me,
wearing jeans instead of a dress
because originally I didn't want to impress

or is she all you see?
another part of my "A little bit confused" series that deserves its own name

also check out my other poems! :)
 66° 
Naveen Malhotra
There would
Always be a reason
Why they came
In my life
Either I needed
Them to change me
Or they needed
Me to change them
Or both needed
Each other
To change
Each other
There would
Always be a reason
Why they came
In my life
At this hour
I remember
The past life
Of this life
Every link
In the chain
Of agency
Linked to other links
For a reason
Some for cohesion
Some for adhesion
Some for attrition
Some for abrasion
Some for erosion
Some for corrosion
Some for fracture
Some for rupture
Some for deception
Some for conception
For all such reasons
There would
Always be a reason
Why they came
In my life
Either I needed
Them to change me
Or they needed
Me to change them
Or both needed
Each other
To change
Each other
Why people come in our life. Reason to change.
 46° 
arizona
Cycles of dawn and dusk pass,
creep around in long shadows
as emotions thaw.
I’m no longer trapped in
the tangled fibers of existence.
I am existence:
the definition of survival.
Former victim to the
relentless pulls of the universe
I now wear my own rings,
have my own orbit.
I dreamt myself a world:
full of meaning and purpose.
 45° 
C
I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
 42° 
Dean
when you sleep it's like you never cried,

breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.



when you sleep it's like you never lost,

boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.



when you sleep it's like you're still there,

and you still smile and you still care.



when you sleep you look young as I,

no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.



and so if sleep is death just being shy,

is it still so wrong,

to wish

to die?
This was made by yamiyurei
 39° 
Jeremy Stacy
You ask for my thoughts on what I see,
my opinion, mademoiselle, is you put a spell on me
 38° 
Mary Frances
I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.
 38° 
CAL
for a second it was like being in the 9th grade
hiding and smiling

but we're older now
doing only our best dying and surviving
 38° 
Nat Lipstadt
the entirety of my feeling is resting on my tongue,
asking for birth, release, freedom:

here at the border post, the guards have fled, and the memory dreamer refugees, previous detained, hesitantly, gingerly, step across a narrow invisibility, a legal fictionalization, courageously frightened, but words of “at last,” “if not now, when,” and “god bless” blend into a merging crescendo of “yes!”

the road chamfers, dusty gives way, all the traveller’s shoes, now wetted, stained and staining, make amusing sounds of connection and interaction - squishy, distinctive, known in every language, dialect -  unrealized but known, spoken, somehow comprehended.
 

why is this heaven wet? is truth moist? indeed, for this place is truthful, and sensory networks cross, senses are both heightened and bluntly realized- and this confusion delights in human land mines
exploding.

let me explain:
my tongue has eyes,
my tongue speaks the words we have in commonality,
my tongues hears your sounds,
my tongue penetrates parts of you
that no other-part touches in the
same way.  

though you might think this is simply ****** subterfuge, it is not.  

simply you need to understand how
deeply this human connects, in his way.
 34° 
Carlo C Gomez
Our inheritance
is loss

I don't care
about liberation

Freedom is
the ignis fatuus

Everyone's a slave
to something
 33° 
Deadwood Jawn
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He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
 32° 
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
You crushed it ...
It was a simple smile,
A basic 2 hour conversation
That turned high cheek bones
Into a dissertation of laughter
A paragraph of struggled breathing
a sentence filled with
Simple thank you’s  
And  a period that ended in a subliminal
“Cause I needed that “

-A.C.E
ACE
I own all the rights to my writing
 29° 
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
 29° 
Aasiyah
For love, I am not desperate

For love, It Is not fair

For love Isn't an answer

It leaves me In despair

For love, I am not falling

I fell too many times.

Love, It Is not charming,

And It needs to finish dying,

Because I am done trying

To be loved, and to feel It,

This Is enough because

The pain made me numb

And I understand myself again

I am too dumb

Finding a reason to live,

I had to have acceptance

A smooth grave It Is
 27° 
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
 26° 
Ariana Solo
I don't want you to be "the sun"
and centre of my universe

I want you to be a constellation of stars

That complete my darkness

Not outshine me

🌟🖤🌟🖤🌟🖤🌟🖤🌟
 24° 
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
 24° 
ghost
I loved sleep
a second away from reality
death for a moment
heaven for a minute
hell for a while
but when they came
the sleepless nights
they made me so powerless
even when stabbed
my eyes they were open
so just for a moment
let me sleep
so for a while, I can be with mother
hah
her warmth
I forget it on the sleepless nights
 24° 
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
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’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.
 24° 
Atlas
The world feels impossible to bear right now.
 24° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 23° 
Aubrey Jones
when they say "no one is perfect"
what they mean is
I will make mistakes and expect you not to react
I will hurt
and break
and project
and abuse
and you will forgive me
every
time
 23° 
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.
 22° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 22° 
Eric the Red
Beloved
The best ones
That were written about you
Were the ones written by my
Heart
When you were
1000 Light Years From Me
I had nothing to do with it
 21° 
Katinka
I wanna run
As fast as I can
And scream
As loud as I can
I wanna hit the wall
With all my strength
And break stuff
With all that anger

I wanna hide
In neverland
And cry
In pain
I wanna jump
With all reassurance
And never wake up
With all that sadness

I wanna laugh
As loud as I can
And dance
As long as possible
I wanna kiss
To feel alive
And live
To feel love
 21° 
annh
They speak to the madman,
Suppression, subversion, detraction,
A vocabulary of ‘less than’.

They speak to the madman,
To the loveless and the wounded,
The self-doubting ego.

They speak to the madman,
A consort of shadows,
Recurrent with paradox.

Until, uncertain as to the integrity of my own thoughts,
Understudied by self-censure and distrust,
I pause to listen in silence...to the silence which listens back.

‘My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.’
- Khalil Gibran, The Madman
 19° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 19° 
amanda
i don’t want to be
your only thing

i just want to be
your everything
date us both
if you want

only sleep with her
if you want

just come home to me
 19° 
Wanderer
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops
I LOVE YOU

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
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