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She seemed undecided but little did he know
She was never this sure,  not until he showed.
Mindless wanderer
Sometimes you just cant stop when the words start ticking,
and you keep on writing...
to fill a void that you are not sure is even there.
Until the day you create one...
Tears streaming
I'm screaming
Nonstop flashes littering
My brain
The ground
Remind me why you think I'm fine?
Bella R
An owl
Told me
Once upon many times,
That I must
Love valiantly,
Toss fear to the wind.

But when I'm alone
Stuck in a limbo;
Infinite possibilities await,
Sir Owl, I pray thee
Teach me:
How do I love
When I'm afraid
             L ?
I am forgetting about you..
Your smile has gone away..
No longer written on your face for me to see everyday..
Its getting easier for me day to day..

I am forgetting about you..
Saved memories emerge from time to time..
They are full of colors of you and are easy to find..
But are fading away to darkness as if I were blind..

I am forgetting about you..
No more haunting smiles in dreams..
No more deep brown angelic eyes that made my soul scream..
Because I couldn't have you in my arms under the sunbeams..

I am forgetting about you..
That part of me is dying..
That part of me walked under the moonlight and was crying..
But there you were in the clear night sky simply shining..

I wonder if I will forget about you..
I think that part of me will not die..
I think that part of me will stay alive..
Nothing left for me but endless goodbyes..
on a rainy day
you're the sun
when it gets dark
you're the light
I've heard them say
we were
never meant to last
but look
how far we've come
I promised myself I would
Not break my own heart again.

I never keep any promises.
She wanted death.
She wanted to take over.
I wanted life.
I wanted for her to be gone.
She wasn’t going to let me go , I nourished her to long
For that I pay the price.
Growing up I longed the desire of having a part of me that could take over in the hard times
At times even just throughout the day.
With time she got stronger, she got bigger, she got wiser, she got control.
Now she hides me from the world and advices me its for my own good
But I see her just bring pain and hurt to the ones I promised never to hurt
And for that I crave the strength to end her through me …..
I close my eyes and sing
With my heart;
I don't move my lips.
No sound escapes
But it rings in my ears
Taking away
From all my fears.
In this moment I am free
In this moment I can sing
In this moment all I feel,
Is this embracing me.
Salvatore Ala
This living hand
This empty hand
This knife hand
This hand with gun
This sea creature
This open fist
And feeding bird
This leaf that falls
This cancerous glove
And budding flower
This bare-knuckle fighter
This harvester
And water bearer
" That's just me "

You’ll hear her say

" I am lesser than beautiful "
I refuse to believe that
I am of worth
What exactly am I?

A courageous soul who is unapologetically herself

Well, the truth is
I look in the mirror to only see
My reflections disappoint
No longer can I say that
My beauty radiates from within

now read from bottom to top
Banele Msimango
Young lady gave me the look, the same one the mother gave me the previous day I walked by, I guess the hate is genetically motivated. They looked at me until I became what they were looking for. A giant being full of the melanin. I won't let my tears drop for this, am a being, I'll keep walking till I become one of them.
Tired eyes,
Half smile,
Sly confidence.

Not trickery,
But captivation.
Jade Welch
Mysterious eyes
lead the way
met the man
knew not what to say.

You cannot call it love
for we have never met
your eyes fill with disdain
and mine with respect.

Just another girl in love
this is all you think of me
but close those mysterious eyes
only then shall you really see!
Deadwood Jawn
R        e           s            o           n              a               t           e

R                                                             ­ e
            e           s                                     t
                                    o                  a
      ­                                         n
                    s  ­                                    a
        e                  ­                                              t       e

V i b r a t e. .e t a r b i V    
i                                     i
b                                   b
R                                   R
A                                   A
t                                     t
e t a r b i V   V i b r a t e

The music surges through me!
                ­                                                  Superfluous excitement!

I love it.
I love it.


The song.
                                                           ­        The song.


A pleasure to my tongue.
                                                                ­Riveting for the dopamine!

Move with me!
Move with me!

               ­  Move

With me!
                 With me!
With me!


Goodness, me...
If I just

Surge that
Surge that
Surge that
                  Push back
                  Push back
                  Push back
                                      Slam, tap
                                      Slam, tap
                                      Slam, tap

HEART ATTACK.                                                   C         K
E   E                                                                ­  A  
A                                                          ­       T
R              A                                        T
T    ­                         R T              A                                  C
T                                                        A      ­        
T                         T
A      T    
Written during a time of frantic, hyper, positive thoughts and ideas. Please give me your interpretations! Anything at all! <3
Dillon Driskill
To miss
Fall into an abyss
A love having denied a kiss
A kiss which I will miss

To miss
Not wanting to live like this
Meeting life with clenched fists
Regretting every being like this

Here it seems again
An existence which
I do not condone
It's hard bothering to even pick up a pen
Saber wilson
Icarus was too cocky,
He flew to high,
And then he died,
All because of the sun in the sky.
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.
Embrace rejection for it's only a step
to finding your TRUE LOVE
Pure of Stars
every time i see the night sky and stars pouring out
i began to wonder and question what life is about
i look for something more in it
an answer
a belief
a remedy for my struggles and insecurities
looking into the night sky
i wonder who’s all out there
staring at the stars questioning the same things
I have no reason to be sad.
I have food on my table,
I live in a luxurious stable,
I’m not disabled nor financially unstable.
Everything I want, I had.
So please explain to me how I went all bad?
Enveloped in the warmth of wet skin
Salty fingertips grasping onto sticky arms, legs
Hair hot with amber and vanilla
Cheeks pink, lips pinker
Stolen air is sweeter
Sweeter breath is stolen
Part, slide, gasp and shudder
Breathe, breathe, breathe,
i wish there was a way
to rewrite a song
that's already been written by someone else

i wish there was a way
to make right what was wrong
and forget about what happened then

i wish there was a way
to find out where you are
so i could fall in love again.
beautiful feeling + i need somebody + i would. day6, look it up.
before you pray,
think it through
give thanks
for the damage
the storm
did not do

Of course, if you don't pray...just look away.
I let different boys touch me
Because I wanted to know
Even for a second
What it felt like to be loved
Even if that love was cheap
And it tasted like ***
Like the punchline to a joke
I never got because it was me

I let different boys have different parts of me
Parts that they didn't deserve
But I offered up willingly because I couldn't give anything else
Because you broke me
And I was looking for different fingers
To place different pieces and hoping
That the outcome would be a masterpiece
That maybe one of them would find a way
To cover up the handprints you left all over me

I let different boys touch me because I had to prove to myself that you wouldn't be the only one
That the scars that mark my body wouldn't define my worth to be loved
I am still not entirely sure that you aren't the only one
Who could ever touch me

I let different boys touch me because that is all I have been taught
To be a joke
To be silent
To be ready to give until you have nothing left
- I am hoping one of them will show me
- they keep leaving me and I am to scared to offer up anything more than my body to get them to stay
I find myself craving you
You're the thing I want most
That I know I can't have
For it is the forbidden fruit
That tastes all the more sweeter
He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry
At each dawn
I play the flute  
Its lyrical notes inspire me
To write tender words
Full of love and praise
That I then recite softly
As the sun climbs
Spreads its heat and light
And awakens for me
The one I love.
Stars only reflect
the inner most desires
burning to escape.

three empty words
i want to fill

three empty words
i want to feel
I’m myself when I’m with me
when I’m being the version of myself
i truly am
i truly like
im me when I’m hanging out
with this beautiful and inspiring human being
the version of myself
that makes me wanna be my own friend
that makes me wanna spend the whole night watching friends
the one that makes me enjoy the best things in life
im myself when im with me
maybe we aren't fundamentally weak
but we just have a small fraction of a moment when we're weak
and in that moment, we lay in bed too sad to move a limb or we simply do not want to see the world beyond our front door
this is ok
we are not weak to the core we are weak in the moment
we are not fundamentally weak we are fundamentally human
Keith Mitchell
the breath
so beautiful
that moment you don’t even know
how’s that
deep ****
are you proficient
maybe the moment you accept
my heart accepted
what will be
Spencer Arndt
enjoy these words
in silence
value every line
you might try
to look right through me
in an attempt
to dampen the shine
How can emptiness be so heavy?
                                                            ­                                                I
                                                                ­                      C
                                         ­                A
Your photo is a
Reminder not everything
Is as it appears
So many things in life are not what they seem on the surface at all
There are worse things
than a broken heart
but to a romantic
to a poet soul
it's fuel, it's fodder
we keep scratching the scab off
and fingerpainting in the pool of our own blood
still working on closing the wound..
Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling
Sometimes, words are not enough to tell what we really feel and most words doesn't fit to the emotions we are holding.
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