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Mitchell Duran
It's a little late for
A smile
It's a little late for
A mile

You promised
Maybe I did
That the sun
Would always shine
Both of our eyes

You're a tad quick
With your pick
You're a bit knicked
With your tick

But I love you
Just the same
There's no reason
I wouldn't have came

Walk toward a dead poet
Expose of a soulless

One day

They'll have a soul

They believe

Is not worth

Every time
You'd see me with a sad face
You'd tell me to smile
Every time
I seem moody
You'd tell me to smile
And when you know that  I won't smile
You'd end up doing the things that will make me smile

You said my smile
Was my biggest attraction
But little did you know
My smiles are all because of you
I think
Therefore I am
I want to be greatest
Of all time
Actually I'd settle for
Being the greatest me
I can possibly be
So I guess no regrets
Pretty much impossible
To regress
God I only pray
For success
Morning mantra
Lingua Franca
The way the sun bounced off my hair was a prayer
The subtle glimmer off my skin was not sin
The ebony cast of my eye was no lie
The loving warmth of my cheek was simply meek
For he spoke it and it came to be.
In love created

if my mind
was the universe
thoughts of you
would be the
stars that fill it
beyond measure

Mikey Kania
been living in a rehab
fifth day
telling myself: don't relapse

youtube: "Interstellar theme song - video"

“...most Substance-addicted people are also addicted to thinking, meaning they have a compulsive and unhealthy relationship with their own thinking.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
Shibu Varkey
sometimes i stand before
the misty window pane
the hazy scenes of future
amidst my misty reflection
blotches, smudges and patches
feelings, emotions and memories
wiping the bedewed window
my bare palm feels the cold
indelible marks emerging
forms a face in the frosty glass
looking not at,but with me
at the scenes that are yet to unfold
beyond that misty window
With the warm rays of sunshine
the mist sure will dry,
or the raindrops on the pane
wash the stains away
yet will stay my reflection
and will that face with me,
my soul in that misty window
Mujhko itna sudhar k kya karoge. -2
Main !!!! Khud Main na raha to fir mera kya karoge.
Dhund Lo na koi aur jaisa tumhe pasand hai.
Mujhpe itna mehnat kyun karoge.
Lost in my sanctuary
Might make it out eventually

Is this my reality ?
And my imagination is becoming a frivolity?

Questioning the existence of life that surrounds me
Rather I’m the one without life in me

Lost lost lost lust lust lust
In an island filled with unhealthy lust

Unfortunately this
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
of a sugar high
But really,
I was just being
Merinda Aryadelina
They wake up earlier
Just to see nothing's better
All words are going to disappear
You got it, sir?
fray narte
i will pick you a bunch of sunflowers;
each one is icarus,
reborn from falling,
from trying to fly too close to the sun,
each one,
still facing its direction;
maybe it's a sunstruck shade of love, darling.
or maybe it's just a bad case of morning lunacy —

see, each one still has wilted,
each one still has withered,
each one is still a tale
of icarus falling to the earth.
and darling, maybe flying and falling for you
are still habits i'm yet to break.

— to the boy made of sunbeams
to love;
is to feel the tenderness, the vulnerability, the joy, the discomfort, the calmness, the concern, the connection, the insecurity, the desire, the power, the confidence, the pleasure, the presence.
to love is to let yourself feel. deeply.

to love;
is simply to be open in love.
Blue, my favorite color
It reminds me at the ocean
The place where I am happy
I wish I could be there now
At the beach
Where I can see
The sun shining on the water
On the blue ocean
Where I can forget all my troubles
And be just happy!
After lengthy days of torment and grief
Braving the cold, remained the last leaf
Feeling the slightest breeze
She slowly danced with grace and ease
Like a ballerina driven by the sound of her heartbeat
She made her final dance
And with her gorgeous golden autumn wings
She’s now ready for winter’s frigid embrace
this time of year
so they don't disappear
i use my vacation days

i sit in a haze
thinking of ways
to justify deep hibernation

or at least a migration
to a southern location
until the warm weather's return

but for now I must burn
the hours I earn
because I must use them
or lose them
i hate winter
i want to be independent
but i become enticed in the feeling of having others build me up to make a 'better me'
but people are unreliable
they love you till they see all your vulnerabilities and your flaws
then they blast it for the world to see
and they wonder why i no longer make the effort to talk
i distance myself
i create a world where i need to be independent
because no one can be trusted
my heart breaks over and over for people i believe in but in the end they betray me
'Tis not the tender
Paper betwixt thine cheeks, 'tis
Mine hand that greets me

For fragile parchment
Hath been punctured by me, the
Wiper of mine nates
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
Giannina Randi
I sold my soul
to the promise of you
and got the Devil
in return
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.
i know you dont feel the same
but your hugs mean the world to me :)
Joseph Rice
In the end
It's all the same
Differences drive me away
And all the guile smiles thrown in my face
Don't erase space between.
You come to me
in felt moments
little shivers
from the future
or what we call it
walk through me
my hand and comfort
the brave kid
that waits for us
in the past

We'll do this,
You tell me,
until the loops grow smaller and smaller and
finally merge and we all
in the middle
to smile and share
a cup of tea
and sit in peace
What a ride
Daan Vandelay
De beste kerst is
kerstmis met rode wijn
en gerst en nat
en koud en sneeuw van goud dat,
dartelend, de lucht kartelend,
neer dwarrelt.

De beste kerst heeft koord gevroren,
zilver glinsterballen om de oren
van de takken van de boom.
Wat ben jij groot geworden,
moeder, neef en nicht en oom,
ze drinken koffie na het eten,
doen *** best niet te vergeten
dat ze nog moeten rijden,
wetende dat we op de simpelweg
elkaar met gezelligschap kunnen verblijden.

De beste kerst is draagzaam over lange afstand,
ondanks de periodes zonder elkaar.
De beste kerst is nu, een beetje al vandaag
en een beetje uitkijken naar volgend jaar.

De beste kerst is schappelijk, aannemelijk tevredenheid,
de beste kerst is profiteren van het feit
dat mensen al jaren godheden vereren,
zonder gevoelens te bezeren.

De beste kerst is middelmaat, onwetendheid.
Want zij zijn zalig, heilig, zacht getroffen,
daar zij tevreden zijn met een trui of nieuwe sloffen.

Zonder beter moeten, hebben, zijn,
je wint maar niemand vindt dat fijn.
Het waar geluk zit dan vanbinnen,
dus laat het avondmaal beginnen.
Omdat het eten = waar geluk en dan vanbinnen zit natuurlijk.

Smakelijk allemaal!
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
feeling anxious
feeling used
feeling broken
feeling bruised

who knew that taking so many sleeping pills
would leave you wide-awake instead
'fallingforyou' plays in the background while we move our bodies from side to side, staring into each others eyes.

It wasn't a formal dance, my arms were around your neck while yours were on my waist.

Our foreheads touching each other, whispering our I love you's.

Our lips touched in pure innocence and love as the music stopped.
Wala ba akong karapatan mapagod?
Rinig na rinig ko ang hiyaw ng aking kaluluwa
Gustong-gusto ko, pero hindi pwede

Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang kapaguran ko
Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang sakit
Dinadaan na lang sa biro at libog
Sa halakhak at ngiti
Sa mga sigawan at kwentuhan
Sa kalungkutan at panloloko sa sarili
Ito'y ang aking araw-araw

Kay sarap isipin
Kay sakit marinig
Pero sana'y makahiga, pikit, at idlip rin

At kahit minsan sana'y
Maramdaman ko ulit
Ang tunay na kapayapaan
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
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
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
The Red Woman
as a kid
i built my wall with lego's
then later on
i finished it with stones
i give so much
of my love to the world
that there isn't quite
enough left
for myself.
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
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.
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said Exclamation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
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.
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
I once was
in a hospital for depressed people
and I have never seen a place where roles
were switched
in such a paradoxal way.
Also the doc's final statement to me was: Well we think something must have just really made you insecure. Next time that happens, just do anything to distract yourself - clean the windows if necessary, just anything really!
This was such a symbolical statement. I think the doctors were much more scared inside than I was. I just stirred them up.
Don't ever hand over your own healing powers. You always have them.
you made me think not being called beautiful by someone who’s supposed to think i am was normal it wasn’t normal
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