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I'm tired of writing for you
They all get read
But are never seen
Spilling my heart out for you
No one likes
What isnt green
But it is
Sickly and nauseating
Atrocious, deafining
Every sense is overwhelming
When it comes to you and her
I'm tired of writing for you
I'm so tired of writing for her
In one small space,
Time ceased to exist and we became the very stars we were in awe of.
Words will never say what I want them to
Or represent me accurately
Words are flawed, much like me
people **** other people over words
Words from holy books
Words from politicians
Words from military generals
And people lose themselves over words
We have infinite heads filled
with infinite strings of infinite words
Playing through each on an infinite loop
Infinite proposals flow out of infinite slitted eyes
From killing gods and accepting god-head
To signing off on the holy jihad
Dead flesh blazing from some wild raging fire
Submission to the learned word is a form of slavery
Of which most of us are completely unaware
A last pulse will be the end of words
And with it the promise of clarity
I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
you exhale; it is the wind through
the forest; the rising of brittle
brown leaves

into a uniform, twisting thing
of color; our lives bounded
along its length

then, resting; the long brush-
stroke reaches canvas’s edge -  
a clearing

(this is not the end, but as if
only to pause for another
John Destalo
each day

a colorful

laid out

one after
the other


I can’t

each day

a colorful

I swallow

one after
the other

if I remember
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.

I have never thanked you,
for the smile.

I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.

I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.

Thank you,
thank you.
A heart that loves

A heart that hates

A heart that’s been broken

A heart that’s been damaged

A heart that's been scarred

A heart that’s been scared

A heart that remembers

A heart that misses

A heart that shields

A heart that protects

A heart that’s fragile

A heart that’s brave

A heart that won’t stop loving

A heart that can’t stop bleeding
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
Anna Magill
Not the first and never the last.
Unique and extraordinary.
A journey through the strange and unknown.
The good and the bad.
The people we meet,
And the places we go.
Goals accomplished,
And miles traveled.
Live your own life.
Do what you want.
And be who you wanna be.
Alex Scaife
I wept in the flames of my life,
Scratching at the rubble in vain.
The roof caved in. I smiled wildly,
Now nothing hid the stars from view.

Your paintings burnt quietly
As I framed the moon.
Give Love Freely , Christ calls Us to Love Our Neighbor here.
Give Love Freely, For Christ calls Us to Love Our Brother too.
Give Love Freely , For Christ calls Us to Love Our Enemies too.
Give Love Freely, For Christ has Loved Us First then We Love Him.
Give Love Freely, For We are Called to spread the Gospel of Love.
Give Love Freely, By Loving Others First maybe then they Love you too.
Give Love Freely, Through doing this People shall see Christ within You.
Give Love Freely, Not the worldly type but Unconditional Love from God.
Give Love Freely, Live Your Life as a Servant for Christ Love Unconditional.
P I Watson
I wake up
with you on my lips,
but it's only your name
and not your kiss.

I dreamt of you,
and I can’t get back
to our unconscious innocence.
I wish we had not woken.

The crack lets the light in.
Pitiless beams expose my lies,
and reveal your absence.
Regret is making coffee in the kitchen.
rig f laurel
her bare feet slither through
this garden of trophies:
an army surrendered
to her red gaze. and me:
this old field of rubble
once was my flesh and bone.
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
queasy queen questions
quirky quail's quivery quacks -
quill quietly quit
Renn Powell
my nightstand is full of unread books, lavender candles and leather journals.
i like to keep books beside my bed because i would like to read someone else's outlook on life instead of writing about my sorrows.
fountains of colors
as you toss your coin
flashes in the midday sun
a swath of silver
a tinge of red
as it lands in the rainbow


cobblestones seem soft
as you sink through the floor
into your tomb
the torch extinguishes
as tears fall
in a river of blood


it seems sometimes They want me
as They hand me a trophy
Gilded Gold
Shining Silver
Crowning Copper


the walls close behind me
as They watch with smiting eyes
and lips curled in song
as i fall down


trees grow but you die
time goes but I stop
life ends but you haunt me


it's time to go
not yet


I'm here
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.
Han Drew
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
If the door's open,
I'll lock it up and throw away the key.
I don't want to leave nor take a rest,
I refuse to move on.
guy scutellaro
staring out the window,
I remember you as you were

a bird always in flight

a fist full of tomorrows
held in the palm of your hand

staring out the window at the pouring rain
the warmth of your hand
pinions of a dove's wing
your hand in mine

I will not see the shadow
under your smile

gathering all the light in a room
like a flower in the sun

I remember you as you were
Regal, your ego!
Soaring high above the clouds
A hard pauper's fall
blank pages
stark, crisp, white
is this purity?

why do they rustle so?

blank pages
always in piles, neatly stacked or bound
is this unity?

why do they rustle so?

blank pages
untouched, consistent, and unprofound
is this perfection?

if so,

why do you rustle, blank page?
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Until the end of time.
Flower C
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
It's around 3am
And no one's at the house
I feel like abusing like I have been doing in the past
I couldn't wait no longer and I put on my mask
And went on my way to find that dust
That had gave me joy for so long
Oh, I'm sure by now, you know what I'm talking about?
And when I'm on it, you are all I think about
Maybe when you are ready, I'll be too
Till then I'll be lost somewhere, somewhere in my mind
Thinking about our perfect time
It's a delaying tactic,
we have to
find the lady in a
three-card trick,

are you sick of the stonewall
have you been thrown to the dogs?

You hum along to
'Mack the knife'
not realising
he's taking your life
you're wastage.

I'm putting some time in
to look for that silver lining,
there are
plenty more clouds in the sky.
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.
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
Neville Johnson
Jamie loved Jimmy
He was just what she needed
Someone to love her
He never complained
Jamie was true
No fooling around
But she had a past
Someone in the next town
Many years before Jim
She fell for Tommy
A real her and him
But Tommy got drafted
They drifted away
When he returned
There was Jim in the way
Oftentimes each night and day
Jamie thinks about Tommy
Those happy days
She loves her Jimmy
Her Tommy too
That’s just the way it is
Nothing can she do
Lane O
Goldenrods and oak
Flecks of emerald and amber
Awake! vivid spring
a little haiku for spring
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.
Luna Pan
you said you were an addict
i thought you are addicted to
joie de vivre, happiness or maybe smoking

you were an addict
but you were addicted to
sadness, drugs and pain

you were an addict
and i was ready to drown with you
untill you said you love drugs more than me
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
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