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Darison Strange
We are what we eat
Can I eat someone disciplined
And abandon myself
To shed my self hatred
And become someone new
i’m fine.
Tayana Pink
What are they for?
To help us show emotion?
To make our belongings wet?
To run down our face when sad?
We may never know
But one thing I do know is
I wouldn't have them if you truly loved me.
Because you loved her more.
Now I have them
everything you are

but you are still
Maybe one day I’ll write a book about all who have wronged me.
Ash C
The darkest of nights
The perfect time for the lights
But he couldn't see his light
Amongst the rest
All he could see was a heavy
give me a subject to write about because i am at a lost
give me ideas  i want to be a writer so bad
At night,
If I write,
I am that dot
On a tidy sheet
Left to move
Only latent views
Of an idle mind;
It is a sham.
I do not write.
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
Kelly McManus
Remember the days
when we were all true'ly free
days before countries

                        Kelly McManus
i miss waking up
with your heart in the
palm of my
happy monday, friends <3 i hope its a normal thing to feel like this. i know there's nothing wrong with missing her but a part of me feels just empty
Makana visaya



if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
is it a dream
or a nightmare...

seeing your face
in my reverie...
Honestly, what is it to be having it... suddenly ?
deep breath in
deep breath out
breathe death in
breathe death out
i'm gonna die
i didn't think i would
but i knew it was possible
i knew that i could
i have many sins
but many good deeds
im not trying my best
not the best i could be
if i have to say goodbye to my friends,
goodbye to Austin, Aidan, and Kai
i sadly have to say
oof should probably go to the hospital

I'm joking.
I probably won't die.
Probably not.
I'm not scared even though i'm coughing a little blood.
oof tea time
Like a moth to the flame
I am drawn to the pain
Where it goes,
I follow
Heaven knows,
                         I’m insane .
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
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
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
What equals Fear?

What equals Rejection?

What equals Love?

What equals Jealousy ?
Not love? Again fear?

Is this some paradox based on the thin line between love and hate?

I just wanna tell you I'm sorry for being envious.
I didn't want that.
I didn't even know I wanted only You.

I underestimated myself.
I can move on now.
The lesson is clear.
I just need to remove the Fear.
From You.
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
break me again, my fragile shell
eternally cracked within
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
Nostolgic for memories I never made
I rose tint flashbacks
I hope to make them my past
A blink of words
That can't be said
Or even be written
She is her own poem of thousand words

She is fierce and gentle
All at once
She's a song
An unending, Beautiful song.  

She is a sparkle
She is a shine
She is the only thing
That i want to call mine

She is my everyday
And my every night
She is every morning
And my every twilight

She is all i know
She is all i see
She is a sweet melody
She is my unmatching rhythm

She is the firefly dancing in the moonlight
overwhelmed, maybe
have had enough, probably
none of nothing
all of everything
because human lives are so short
that you have to speak your mind
as soon as you want to.

you'll wind up losing the chance
to do it forever if you don't.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
He said I was beautiful...

But he followed that with the words,

"But we're better off as just friends."
I got my hopes up again. Maybe it's better for everyone if I just shove any thought of hope out of my head.
you stopped the bleeding-
the pulsative nature of my heart

you cut the veins and tied them into knots
a gallon of morphine -
never enough

You made rose gardens out of marrow
and comedy shows out of love

you stopped the bleeding
I stopped the beating
we got even
and lost it all.
Lara Volkova
I plan to see you today
I plan to bury you, my friend
A better version of an old poem I named “Tuesday”. Never published.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
Love is free
take what you need
just don't
Leave me broke
Night Sky
i just realized
how much anxiety
the numbers on the clock
really give me
i feel like i never have enough time anymore
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
Kurt Philip Behm
You’re desperately lost,
writing your way into the madness

Each word a false beacon,
your hopes to decry

You’re desperately lost,
searching the caves of your memory

Delusion the caretaker,
your verses to lie

You’re desperately lost,
as every voice now deserts you

Time running backwards,
the heat turned up high

You’re desperately lost,
as the Sirens misguide you

The torch of the demon
—burning darkly inside

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
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