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 38474° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 690° 
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
i remember when we met beneath the stars above
my heart began to pound as it filled with love
walking side by side strolling on the sand
i felt warm inside as you held my hand

with the moon above shining in the sky
and the clouds like silk were gently floating by
and the gentle breeze blowing wild and free
the rolling of the waves bringing in the sea


such a lovely night  beneath the moon above
the night that we first met when we fell in love
when i held you tightly and we began to kiss
you filled my heart with joy filled my soul with bliss.

i wont forget the night and the moon above
on the night we met when we fell in love
its there in my mind and my memory
happy ever after we will always be
 356° 
Xoe
We don't talk anymore,
But, I still think of you,
Every night actually,
And mornings too,
I still love you,
With all my heart actually,
And soul too,
And...
I'm sorry,
But I dont know why,
You did me wrong,
But I guess I'm sorry,
That it was too hard to forgive,
To forget.
The worst pain is wondering if someone ever thinks of you, as you sit in bed, same as every night, thinking of them.
 340° 
Angel
I remember that heaviness
Laying on my mothers bathroom floor
Spiralling
Hitting no end
I was laying there for hours..
Staring at the ceiling being engulfed in emotion
I have a love/hate for that moment in time
I felt so much of one emotion it was like a drug
 310° 
Kate
You
Some days, I feel nothing.
others, I think of you and
a lightning bolt strikes my heart
and leaves my stomach burning.
The anxiety is overwhelming
and crushes my chest
so I can’t breathe.
Tears flood my room
and burn my lungs
like acid rain.
I am no longer me;
an empty vessel drifting through life.
Will I ever be
me?
 250° 
claudia
I wish winter would stay forever
And that I could just stop caring
We’d spend eternity pretending
We don’t see each other staring.

Condensation on bus windows
So your initials don’t fade away
And the heart that I drew round them
Is forever on display.

Summer’s getting slowly closer
And so is the day you leave
Sometimes I just wish
I wore my heart upon my sleeve.

15/1/20   11:25 pm
the hallways will feel so empty when you're gone.
 130° 
Sea's End
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
 125° 
Daniel Redford
a broken angel
sinking in a snowy pond -
unforgettable
 102° 
Kimberley
happiness is
nothing more
or
nothing less
than a figment of y(our)
i m a g i n a t i o n
if you know, you know
you are
your own salvation.
 92° 
Julia
i deserve better
than chasing after you
and wondering if someday
my dreams will come true

i deserve better
than looking for a way
there's this pain in my chest
that just won't go away

i deserve better
than waiting for you to notice
the way i stare at you
handing you all these chances

i deserve better
than being taken for granted
time and time again
i am not the one you wanted
 77° 
Pyrrha
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
 77° 
Sparrow
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
 76° 
peach
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
 70° 
Anna Bell
“i love you”
those words
                      d
                         r
                           i
                             p
                               p
                                 e
                                   d
                                      from his lips
i believed his deceitful manner
his charisma, it was alluring
I think most people take this as an s.o. but it could be anyone who stopped loving you a friend, a parent to just deceive you to get what they want from you. I also thought of the devil as I wrote this, he deceives you and feeds you with lies to follow him.
The day  has now gone here is the night
It's twelve o'clock all lights gone out
Not a single soul no one insight
We look out the window no one about.

Eyes are weary we are fighting sleep
Time to clime up that wooden hill
Waiting for us is the bed and sheets
Tired and drowsy sleep we will.

The evenings are colder
The frost here again
But we are much older
And our health's not the same

So as we head to that slumber land
And we dream our cares away
We pull up the blankets with our hands
And say goodnight to the day.
These cold nights a nice warm bed is welcoming.
poetry means nothing in real life
proclaimed a philistine
forgetting that the idea of nothing
is poetry itself.
poetry means nothing in real life
thats why we do it.
 61° 
Steve Page
I
Infinity isn't a number
And nor am I.
Listening to mathematicians.
 57° 
Lyn-Purcell
My                                              
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
fae                                                  
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                  With
                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and
                     hope
                    ♡
                 f
           o
           r
                 ♡
                         p
                             e
                             a
                       c
                 e
                     ♡

As                    
I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
safe                
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l              
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                                        She
                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
                                          Hurt
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
                                               '
                                                     m
                                                      ♡
       ­                                             s
                  ­                             o
                                        ♡
                     ­          s
                             o
                                    r
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                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
                                                               ­                 a
                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
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                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
                                                                ­                   ♡

                        But
                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                       up
                      ♡
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                           d
                                  ♡
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                                        e
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                 ♡

With                        
the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
Queens                      
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                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
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♡       ­                               
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e                               ­       
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♡                     ­           

       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
♡                                                                ­
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d                                                
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I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
 55° 
Suhayb
~
The two things
I hate the most
Are short poems
And hypocrisy
 53° 
lilley-blue
i heard a song
and it reminded me of you.

the song ended
and that reminded me of you too.
 49° 
Nolan Morris
the birds are singing again
as wind touches the face of my friend
and raindrops fall
 47° 
larni
once upon a time
long ago
there was a you and me

i knew you once
and it was nice
silence was comfy
and we didnt have to try

i knew you once
long ago
you shared your secrets
and i shared mine

i knew you once
long ago
but where did you go...?
argh, i miss you.
 43° 
rebecca
girl friend
girl                   friend
girl                                                 friend
girl                                                      ­                         friend
girl                                                      ­                                                       friend
girl
 42° 
Eilo
sorry to say
but some of your poems
aren't poems
this is not a poem / why was this trending ?? oh my..
 42° 
marie
restrained
another story, another thought
all the while a loss
a million different scenarios I can live
and grieve them impossible.
 40° 
noren tirtho
Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar
time healing wound layers damage hidden secret scar
 38° 
atticus wilson
I have no clue what you look like
Or what your voice sounds like
But you care
We’ve both been hurt
But together we can pick up the pieces,
And fix our broken selves

Though I’ve never truly met you,
Seen your face,
Heard your voice,
Felt your touch,
I feel better knowing you’re there
 37° 
Samantha Cunha
my apartment
feels small
and cold
without you
here
 35° 
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.
 34° 
Louisa Coller
Emergency! Emergency!
My brain's siren blows!
We have to stop!
We must get off!
No no no.

Emergency! Emergency!
My brain will spin now.
It's just one lock,
Just rip it off.
No no no.

Emergency! Emergency!
I know it won't end.
My head screams die,
My hand grips tight.
No, no... No.

Emergency... Emergency...
The emergency stop is here.
If the train tips aside,
You could die...

It's better to be safe than dead.
I haven't been the best mentally but this poem came to mind.
 34° 
Lauren Leal
Actions speak louder than words,
You wonder why I'm speechless.
 33° 
Marie
I have never felt so strong
My personal love song
Into yours depths I sink and swim
My heart longs and breaks and yearns
For only you
My love, oblivion
You pull me close and I can’t resist
I can’t get enough of this
 31° 
Finnick
So much to say,
So few people to truly listen.
 31° 
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.
 31° 
Acme
They want to be heard for the poems.
Algorithms have no eye for Bukowski.
Dylan Thomas would have been ignored.
Genius has no formula to chalk on boards.
Poets want a public square to nail their
personal crucifixions and bleed out loud.
 30° 
Alex Smith
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
 30° 
Nishi
He is simple and silent
He is gentle and humble
Strong and handsome
Born with a soft heart
Sometimes mysterious
incomprehensible
eerie and weird
Sometimes proud and solitude
When he is with me
He is sweet and joy
He smiles alot
Talkative and unbiased
To me he is perfect
To me he is my world
To me he is my precious
Because why i love him is for no reason
Love#unconditional#strong feeling
 29° 
Lil Lalo
You asked
What is the scariest part?

I answer
The scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness

The scariest part
is the realization  
that you have lost yourself
completely
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2 AM
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care
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