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 620° 
Jo Barber
Wind throws itself through my clothes,
tossing my hair and cooling the sweat of the climb
from my burning, beating body.
I am here. I am where I need to be -
high above the crowds and the clouds,
alone and utterly free.
There is much to see
but little to do,
and earthly troubles melt away
amidst these towering peaks.

It is mine, I declare.
But no, only here in the mountains
do you finally realize
that nothing belongs to you.
 454° 
lifeonLSD
For every broken wing
the scars left behind
are there to tell you

you can fly
you are destined to move in heights

so donโ€™t be afraid to let yourself fall
 210° 
Dosen't matter
My Dear beloved lover
may we find each other
In a world that isn't as cruel and unfair to love one another
My dear beloved lover
May we find each other
and find our peace together in a world that accepts our love for one another;
 183° 
Whit Howland
Time it seems has stood still
for us to admire

the purple budding flowers
in spring

the red
and yellow fall leaves

or the moss-covered headstones
in the graveyard

behind
the small chapel

we are not at a crossroads
no pivotal decisions need to be made

we are free
to keep spinning the wire rack

flaring the nostrils
smelling sponging

and sometimes chewing
the scenery

getting lost in the wash of Americana
and nostalgia

Whit Howland ยฉ 2020
A word painting. An original.
 160° 
preservationman
Once upon a time
As I was sipping my wine
The clock struck 12
I saw with my own eyes elves
I didnโ€™t know what to think
Perhaps I was thinking on a story I read in ink
But all during while
I knew this situation wasnโ€™t my style
I tried to stand up
But felt back on my couch
I might have been drunk
But my mind is thinking, it is all bunk
Yet, the elves were surrounding me
At least that is what I could see
Maybe my mind was focusing on a fairytale
My wine could very well have been ale
But not in the ginger tense
Suddenly I began to drift off
Journey I was
Venture into the unknown
Land of where
But my mind was getting me nowhere
So my drift was into my bed
I felt asleep instead
The elves I didnโ€™t remember
Perhaps I was somber
I am not going to even wonder
 160° 
ymmiJ
change your heart
you mind soon follows
peace hope love
 158° 
Chris Saitta
Snow brings to earth the ash footsteps of Titans,
Winter in its giant vacancy of bygone strides,
The overthrown birth of frost mother and sky,
~The snow proselytizes all our warm tomorrows~
But the totality of loss lies like a starved lion,
Paws crossed, staring at the cold changeling-world,
As a young white-tailed Springbok ages into distance.
A Springbok is a white-tailed antelope found in Africa.
 150° 
rohayani
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
 118° 
avyukta
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
forever
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
grant
themselves
but will
give you
all of

 99° 
Erin
You expected a girl,
your own notion of femininity.
You expected me to laugh, to talk,
but only in bubbles,
Wonkaโ€™s fizzy lifting drink.
You expected to float
on my wiles
Iโ€™d heft you up while you cruise.
Well, you get nothing.
You lose.
Good day, sir.
 88° 
abbey
i give you this. you smooth the paper between your fingers. iโ€™m covered in ink and tears. ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ? i ask. you sigh. youโ€™re smarter than me. ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต. ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ.

happiness is getting all over the bathroom floor. iโ€™m not god.
 87° 
Amanda
Pretending to be angry
Is not the hard part
It is feeling like I
Do not know your heart

The worst part is listening
To the voice that lied to me
Whisper apologies in the dark
Words sweet as potpourri

Close your mind to truth
Make it hard for us
To find any balance
Even harder with trust

In your eyes the line between
Wrong and right is not clear
And that my love is truly
The single root of all my fear
Another oldie but tbh can still relate
 81° 
Ugo Victor
On some days
You make me
Regret
Ever loving you

Yet,
Every other day
It becomes clearer
That losing you
Would be my biggest
Regret

I know which one
I can live with
 80° 
B The Poet
The summer of 2019 was the " spill-your-guts-to-strangers-under-streetlights " sort of summer,
Evenings that felt like they were dawns,
The lilac light of sunset just reaching the trees of the graveyard,
As you turned to me and asked me about my poetry,
So, I told you an old tale of mine,
About despairing gods, moping around New York,
And you said that it made you smile,
The fact that I never really wanted to write about where I lived,

Like all I wanted to do was escape,
Like I wanted to write my way out,
But everybody was escaping from here, so it wasn't much of an escape anyway,

The air was thick with the last days of summer,

And that was the first time you hugged me,
You'd hugged me at the bus stop,
But you were mid-leap over a metal barricade,

But when you hugged me,
In that graveyard,
By the old, stone chapel,
I knew that the summer would be immeasurably better because you were in it,

Because it was a " spill-your-guts-to-strangers-under-streetlights " sort of summer.
 79° 
Aluben
I feel the loneliest
When I'm with you
Because I'm only reminded
What I no longer have

I feel the loneliest
When I'm in bed
Because Death is stuck
Inside my head

I feel the loneliest
When I think about
All that I truly have
Which is nothing and no one
I like being alone but I get lonely too easily.
 73° 
LJ
ever feel so lost
you didn't even see the arrows
that's right in front of you
I'm literally in this state where I don't know what I need to do and what I wanna do. I'm internally screaming for help, trying to ask anyone who can help me. But, at the end of the day, it's really me who can help me, you know?
 63° 
FS-30
When I ask your goal
You look at me and say,
I want to be happy and normal,
And not feel this way.
Thereโ€™s a myth that I must dispel,
A lie that need be gone,
The truth is happiness is a direction
And not a destination.
 63° 
n
i want a blended lemonade
i want something to do today

i know you only make me sad
so why do i keep coming back?

i reach out, you ignore
the lump in my throat just gets sorer

you say you'll change, you never do
i love you but i don't love you
 57° 
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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 52° 
Rushil
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
 51° 
Lure Pot
Let the rain fall down today
My mind is asking for it
I won't do anything today
Drip the raindrops, drip it!

I will be walking alone in the wet grove
But if I see someone there in the rain
Then I'll stop walking on the narrow path
and I'll take a look at her,
If she blushes at me then I'll smile too!

I will sing the song along with
the wet leaves of the green forest.
The smile blooms on my face
when those leaves will be shy
And I'll enjoy them in the raindrops!

Today has no bindings
to walk in this rainforest
Here I don't want any company
These long trees will be my friends.
Today I am the king of this green forest!
BE
 49° 
Melanie Jackson
my skin was
B U R N T
in the bright summer
S U N
and it amazed me how yours
T A N N E D
but i suppose you were just a tad more
S U N    K I S S E D
than i would ever get
 48° 
Fahad
They are mineral ...

Smaller than dots ...

Heavy like hills ...

Faster than light ...

Harder as rocks ...

Powerful ...

more than the Sun ...

Babesโ€™ gun ...

Gender son ...

Playing the fun ...

I am done ...

With no one ...

Able to catch them

But ...

Noise that **** the ears ...

No tears ...

Only with ...

The bullets
 44° 
Mr Zeal
Found you where I left you
After the shrugs and after the drugs
I canโ€™t feel nothing no
I feel so dame numb
But I wish that you ran
Like I wish that you ran back to me like I do to you.
But youโ€™re just bottle
Like your just bottle
And Iโ€™m just a man
Who falls to deep the second someone lets him.
 43° 
Desire
you,
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
you,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
 40° 
Sk Abdul Aziz
Always give yourself the first priority...you come first...the world comes later.
 38° 
Maria Hernandez
I don't think
I am capable
of breaking someone's
heart,

because I know
too well
what it is like
to have one.
 37° 
Erin Riley
Be there
to hold my hand,
or donโ€™t.
Either way,
I am never letting go
of myself.
 37° 
Anastasia
crimson beads
on a pale wrist
blade digging
white-knuckled fist
tears flood
from sparkling eyes
wishing for
a quick demise
a painful love
piercing heart-flesh
lips like velvet
on cuts still fresh
a dream of a lover
of someone so sweet
a lovely human
to make me complete
 35° 
Lynne Podrat
Today I tried to run away
I did not have success,
The road was long,
The day too hot,
I fear I look a mess.
My long hair quite in disarray
My clothing, loose and free
People cry and point and try
to run away from me.
 34° 
Kate Cameron
i sit and look into
your eyes
hot blue
not knowing

the flare of fire
touching the rose tree

what is my question

it slips between us
a silver fish
seen and then unseen
darting caught
behind my eyes

flames fall back
to charcoal afterglow

with you words
falling
as rose petals
as summer snow
 34° 
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
 34° 
ELK
we are all born
with dreams that have a
expiration date
but some expire
before others

Esther Krenzin
 33° 
Maniacal Escape
I stare at the ceiling,
Searching for meaning,
White indifference, gazing back.

I beg for an answer,
A cure for this cancer,
Secrets in plaster, stay silent.
 32° 
Ainsley
You were my fantasyโฃโฃโฃ
That I believed in fairytales forโฃโฃโฃ
Will always be waiting for youโ™ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ซ
 31° 
Hafsa S
Losing my hair
Losing my mind
Losing all sight
Of what I want
down the line
Sanity, I fear
Is not something
I'm ever meant to find
 30° 
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.
 30° 
Bree
Iโ€™m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
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