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 470° 
nivek
finger painted walls
a map of escape
mind, mind has cages.
 430° 
Sahil
In the pursuit of happiness
I found you,  but somewhere I lost me
You set my heart on fire
You set my dreams free
I loved our little chatter
I loved your every little thing
But now that I look back
It all just leaves a sting

I never realized when you drifted apart
I still kept holding onto the string
You crushed my little heart
And all I could do was sing

Sang the songs of my pain  
Sang the songs of my screams
I never knew it was all in vain
It was all just a broken dream
 320° 
Eno
My family
Always taught me
To **** it up
Move on
Get on with it

They cannot see
That they carry
A weight of Jenga blocks
on top of them
each piece in the
shape of repression.

I will no longer
huddle underneath
alongside their
generational trauma
but they only see
me refusing to build on our foundations as a family.
 314° 
Orion Lesneski
Pick me up,
And open my cover,
But be careful,
Cause I might crumble,
Read my fine print,
Just don’t mock the way I am,
I’ve been through alot since then,
Drugs,
Fights,
Heart breaks,
And more,
Are all the things you’ll find,
In my novel.
 288° 
Elisabeth Meyer
Your presence,
sending rays of warmth
like the sun from above
but yet so close

Your touch,
coating me in eagerness
leaving no inch of me unloved
but yet not close enough  

Your kisses,
greedily demanding
The rest of me to fall
out of this world
 277° 
Vibha
I feel like I’m walking unacquainted
on the path I created
Not knowing what to expect with every step
Presuming the destination as monumental; the suffrage as worth
The truth-be-told, I don’t foresee the prize
Not a hint; not an intimation
 199° 
ktle
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
 184° 
Golden Flower
I don’t know where my emotions stand,
I wish I could truly understand,
I feel guilt and pain every time I here your name,
I feel unworthy and undeserving of the love you gave me,
You and me ended things because of my family.
And this random guy,
Caught my eye,
But I find myself comparing,
At this point I don’t even know why I’m sharing.
I need so much freaking help. I hate all these emotions. I know I’m young bit I feel like I spend a lifetime with my first love. I keep comparing  and comparing. It’s not fair to either of them. I wish I could just throw all my emotions away.
 153° 
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 130° 
Lyda M Sourne
If I had one question to ask you
I would ask

What makes you happy?

And watch your eyes light up,
Your heart flutter,
Your lips grow into a smile,

And I would do everything I can
To make them permanent
Even if what you'll say will break my heart
 120° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
 101° 
Decra Kerubo
It's up until you build your nation, that you'll understand the ***** in a throne.
 98° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 97° 
Chloe Haas
At the end of the day,
there are some things
you just can´t help but talk about it.
Some things we just don't  
want to hear. And some things we say because
we just can't be silent anymore.
 93° 
Kelsey
I made them laugh
I made them smile
I found my purpose
For a while

But they kept laughing
When I said nothing to chuckle
Then they stared and they pointed
As my knees began to buckle

"But I was useful"
That's what I thought
But a delusional clown
Fits in with naught.
Finding your place in a work setting can be difficult, especially when you're so different from your coworkers.
 86° 
Mitch Prax
My heart spilled open
hoping the news wasn't true-
too little, too late.

9:31 PM
14/12/19
 78° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 66° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 60° 
Corrinne Shadow
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
 59° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 58° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 57° 
michael cera
the many moons,
you failed to see with me,
the suns, their rises,
compromise a single second with you.
the drunken nights,
we spent so bright,
blending in undying time.
your hair and wind,
ending in a rhythmic sin,
that never meant to end.

but it did.
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 54° 
maya cahill
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 53° 
Kasper
What is a friend
but a simple tool?
What  is a friend
but a simple fool?

I've had friends before
they didn't last long
Now I have no friends
I'm singing the wrong song

You will get used to it
when you have no friends
Depression comes
and happiness ends

You tie the rope
around your neck
You kick the chair
and become a complete wreck
 47° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 46° 
Daisy Ashcroft
It's not a monster
That haunts me each and
Every night
It's the thing
That follows me
Everywhere
I go
It's just me
My conscience
And the
Demons inside
My heart
And mind
 44° 
Sophia
" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die
this poem is about me
 43° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 43° 
Nova
We
We’ve had promises broken
Words left unspoken

Tears on our cheeks
Lonely weeks

And yet
It still surprised me when you left me.
 41° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 41° 
Bigyan Rai
From a distant,
Your movement,
Your grace,
Your everything has been noticed,
The way you play with the crowd,
And the way they respond back,
Has spoken the truth,
That you are amazing in every way,
It seems that nothing will ever be able to ever make this day more amazing,
Than the performance you’ve given....
 40° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 39° 
Varsha K
From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.
The community of lovers, hurts, addicts, wonderers & wanderers.
 38° 
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.
 35° 
laura
Here I am waiting.
Waiting for Christmas break,
waiting for peace and happiness,
waiting for relaxation,
waiting for time with friends and family.
It will definitely be worth the wait.
I know this *****, I'm just really bored. Hope you all have an amazing Christmas!
 35° 
Ash C
You're grown now

You can't cry

I wont allow

So don't you dare try

I know deep down you wanna bawl

But you're grown, you're grown

If you let go, it'll be a waterfall

So claim your throne

Because up there

You're gonna have to bare
 35° 
Anastasia
"you're so beautiful,"
i told him.
he looked away
"i'm not"
he said
"you're one of the most beautiful people i've ever met,"
i said.
"no,
i'm ugly,"
he told me
"i swear, there's something about, that's just
absolutely beautiful."
i promised.
he looked up
angry tears in his eyes
"No. You don't get it. I'm hideous,"
he yelled.
"you're so beautiful to me"
i said softly as he walked away
i tell him he's beautiful, but what i think doesn't matter to him.
 34° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
 33° 
Es
he didn't look back
not even once,
did he even love me
or that his ego
was more important
than me?
-es's poetry,
 33° 
Nick Burns
My greatest wish
is my greatest fear.
Not a wish for value,
but a wish for fear.

My greatest fear
is my greatest wish.
Not a fear of value,
But a fearful wish.

Raise the blinders.
Plug your ears.
Pray our words
may disappear.

Plug your ears.
Raise the blinders.
Sweet solitude
welcomes reminders.
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