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Only four letters
and simply one syllable;
such a dreadful word.
forget nothing of what they say

for the words they hold are lies masked by nothing but paper thin lanterns

forgive them for you are not going to fill yourself with the poison of anger

as hard as it may be.

one day i will say goodbye and never look back.
wrote this when i was really tired and really out of it.
You’re not invisible, only see through...
Summer Shellhamer
Hanging on
Originally, I had a girl hanging from a string that was connected to the letter T in "thread". Here it is:

Or if that does not work..
In celestial harmony—
As will we
If only we
Can keep
Our heads up,
Hearts high
Towards the sky
We descended from
John Doe
I heard  a song not long ago and it made me think of us.

The song ended and that to made me think about us.
Violet Moretti
You stare at me
Like a deer
I am attracted it your blinding light
I stare into your promise of death
And I welcome it
I see death
But it is covered by beauty
Your light beckons me
Shows me promise
That while I may die
At least for the first time
I wouldn’t be surprised

did i make it awkward
or did you?

--always me
And then one day, breath
An ease and sudden release
I can now be free
WHY do you look so arrogant?
WHY do you look so serious?
WHY do you look so sad?
WHY don't you smile more?
.....I don't know

Maybe I am just
Falling through the sky
stinging cold makes the world right
a blanket of white
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
There's a hole in heart

A void in my mind

A deep desire for nothing but want

A need for something like fun

Adventure and thrills

Seekers and pills

Falling into a blackness

So dark I'm turning blue

Such stark it's only true

Helpless and innocent

Forgiving and iridescent

I bond with strangers

Act bold, I'm not the tamest

I am stuck, so stuck

I don't know how to get out of here

This place, this room, this hide

This mask, this facade,

This glass, this wall, this broken bridge

It is all burning up into flames

Watch it, sink

Down it goes deep into

Black Waters

- soulwriterj
Written in a state of fragility and lostness.
IG: @soulwriterj
Aaliyah Houvener
everyone says out of 7 billion smiles and yours is my favorite
well mine is my favorite
but only when it's you creating my grin
out of 7 billion mouths
mine is my favorite but only when I am saying your name.
Mar Orellana
Once I felt warmth again,
fog revealed the messages
you had left on my window
(a few lies in crooked handwriting)
so I broke them with my bare hands
and now there's blood-stained snow
all over my living room.
Emma Price
I've reached my goal
and calmed my soul
proving to myself that my success was not fake
by surpassing it on the next take
~much love
Sitting behind you,
on a chilly winter day
defines happiness.
Or is it "defined"?
What if poetry is just an escape from loneliness?

What if most poets if not all are loners

Who find comfort in speaking with themselves?

These poems are feelings unheard

Sadness outweighing happiness
José Avalos
My father is always calling me useless and that I'm ungrateful  
Don't get me wrong i earn everything
I have everything a kid would want
Yet I feel like I have nothing
The problems is I have everything and no one to truly share it with
Oh love change a person for the better or the worst.
I guess i just will have to find out what it change me into
Im confused and i want someone to share moment with and i dont have anyone i could trust and that would care about me
Rivers of colors fading on a screen
Actors pretending to be things they’ll never see
Maps made of secrets inside their minds
Worlds made of people who have no sight
History that is mostly biased that we all believe  
Why are we pretending to be things we are not
If you say that you don’t pretend sometimes
Didn’t mean to say that sorry
Johnny walker
Never again to be but only now In dreams when I sleep at night carried away by a river to where all my dreams do flow that wash away reality

Just go with the flow of to where my dreams do go whilst I'm asleep at night further and further away from reality

I travel my river of dreams
to a time and a place to where all dreams do flow
to one day upon the morning light

I shall not return to awaken from my dreams for I will have reached the place the the source
of to where the river of dreams does
Just strange thought In my head I've written down and created a poem such Is the beauty of words
they stumble over each other
their cries are not heard
trapped in an air tight vase
Imbedded tight sealed
their souls cannot escape
the torrent of darkness
deep within their own spirits.
Fighting to break free
But enslaved to there own
misery of addiction
The pain lingers on and on ..
Until the voices are heard no more
Eric Martin
Death is coming
It's coming fast
No use in running
Life wont last

But while you still have your freedoms
Before that day
Make peace with your demons
Before you burn away
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
Kate Copeland
The veins in her legs
more x more apparent
the lines in her face
more x more profound
Eyes still sparkling
Power of age
I remember you as you were in the heatwave
Cool and light with intrigue
Wide eyed and open soul
And words, words of a man, trials of a man but spirit of a boy
A fire child who found joy in the simplicity of the sun
A softens to your frame, and wave in your hair, like even numbers
The faintest grey lavender fields surround us as the city falls at your feet
I notice your eyes, every time I notice your eyes
Path Humble
the count starts now (tired of tired)

I read your outcry at 3:00am
posted on Facebook

you are
tired of tired
sick of sick
the only question, will it ever end...

rise this day,  start another way...

count your blessing
count against all odds
for there are more than merely one

use both hands
both hands chested to feel the heart thrusting,
for living is a wondrous blessing unique
an unbelievable to believe than so many beats,
born and borne,
by you, a strength unequaled,
you a richness possessed

count that one first.
count my hands holding your shoulders.
count that as two, one for me, one for you.

more? more.  

mirror.  find the tiny light in each eye against a yellow backdrop.

add two more. for they are a sparking confidence of confirming.

you felt the heart thrumming
go back, feel the breathing warmth breaching forth.
add another. for now known you can never ever be cold.

wash the face, wash away the caution that sleep leaves,
the coverlet of fear that fears you not to dare,
amazing that tap water plain is sacred when it
miracle breaks you out and anoints thy forehead with pure oil like the kings of yore, be a kingly human being.

go out. do not return
until one act of kind is performed and
count that as a thousand blessed, a sum recurring recounted

walk humble and the path will always appear.
walk contented for you can be both king and servant,
there is no difference - you must be both to be the other

and if you still cannot raise the head,
call me.
that would be a blessing for me
and I will hear your blessings sounds mine merge,
dear friend and no more stranger,
that is the simplest definition of our learning to count to
4:00am I read your cry on facebook
Life is a matter of perspective
And happiness is a choice
But the smile I paint upon my face
Doesn't mask the sadness in my voice
Just because I know joy is inside me
Doesn't mean I feel it in my heart
I search for peace every single day
But finding it is the hardest part
It comes so easy for others
As it did to me once before
It's not that what I have isn't enough
It's that I used to have so much more
If you can't find happiness in the ugliness you won't find it in the beauty
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
Poetic Eagle
You took away everything
But failed to take the memories
Whenever l look back it hurts
But l smile because it was worth the pain
Tears dry memories last forever
every day i cry
is one more until you’re mine
So many                      

       which bleed           unpausing;

  Pronouns punctuated;
    P a u s e, 
I love a zero pronoun ;)
Melany Garcia
I figured out today that maybe I'm not as cold-hearted and loveless as I show the world.
Soham Basu
They said
Feelings do not matter
But facts do
What if it is fact
The way I feel
For you?

What new ****
Have I
gotten myself into?
Making up my mind. Not always as easy as it sounds. Am i right?
It was about an hour train ride
One to relax
Think of past regrets
& stress about future ones
For you.
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.
Molecules of tropic winter air
Swing gently on closed eyelids
Curtains sealed, sleeping atmosphere
After work, in your premises..
I want to become a small globule
To fall from your sleepy eyelashes
That twitch gently to the harmony of late morning occasion..
And your even breathing
That is drawn up in my imagination
Caitlyn Fletcher
I may be broken
But I'm anything far from fragile
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