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 706° 
sash sriganesh
point.
triangle.
center,
of the universe.
spellbound syllables
reverberations
from the base
of the spine
three snakes
kundalini shakti
transcending
past the granthis
electric current
At the top of my head
losing control
eyes closing
into the bliss of nothingness
 518° 
chaouki
there's a weird thing about this poem.
for some reasons i am unable to                      .
 430° 
Phosphenes
H
Little does she know       

No one deserves her love.
 350° 
Mike Hauser
We fight and we fuss
We fuss and we fight
We all draw straws
In the choosing of sides

We fuss and we fight
We fight and we fuss
We say that they're wrong
They say that about us

We fight and we fuss
We fuss and we fight
Can both sides be wrong
In thinking they're right

We fuss and we fight
We fight and we fuss
Can we stop long enough
To see what's happened to us
 340° 
Alaska Young
i'm slowly learning that most people
want only my attention
not my heart

i
guess
it was too hard to handle
 268° 
atticus wilson
I want a moment
Where I can say to someone
— anyone who deserves it
“Of all the people, in all the gin joints in all the world... and they walk into mine”
Because that’s setup for an amazing story
 240° 
Zywa
Europe grants a lot

of past, but not a future –


for poor refugees.
Culture is conservative and must set limits to preserve its achievements

"Grand Hotel Europa" (2018, Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer)

Collection "Being my own museum"
 230° 
A Blizzard
I never knew
I could find solace in this hole
You made in my soul
I don’t know what to write about currently so I’m gonna do some small things for now.
 207° 
Sonya Ki Tomlinson
It totally blows away

Every speck that we think we are

Our proud plans, delirious dreams,

frightened cries, desperate prayers

Crystal dust settling on the moonlit face

of the Sphinx

All That Remains is God
 172° 
Bellissima
They say that the eyes
are windows to the soul,
crystal clues of truth,

but in yours they're black holes,
pensively deep, sweet
gravitational pulls

and I am core shaken,
captivated and nulled.
 142° 
Derrick Jones
Waves lapping gently
The wind whispers a sweet song
No one will hear it
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 131° 
Stained Glass
"---I forgive you...
                   for treating me the way you felt about
                                                                               yourself."
 107° 
Me
If you don't love yourself
I'll seek thee
And rush down into you
Because it hurts
It hurts
From
Every
Pore-
Just like the same
To me.
 94° 
Theia
on your last day
the sun was shining
and big white clouds ran across the sky

someone held you tight
and told you, "i love you"
admired you
and cherished you

on your last day
all of your love poured out

you inspired
and you soared
you lived
and you died

your love remains
always
 91° 
Ronza Jairy
Every moment serves
A fresh breath to present with
Leave the past alone
 88° 
AmateurPoet
Airwaves affecting our actions
Dissatisfaction guarantees
Money back disagrees
Buying happiness with ease
What an Amazonian tease
 87° 
Christina iguala
God is a cruel man
 78° 
Yoni Schulman
your halo eyes
-------
i am drained like
a man in the summer
---------
3rd street is an open casket
-------
oranges are
a
creature
of
the
sun
-------
indian summer in my heart
 77° 
Amy Childers
I guess I made this false allusion that everyone i love was a part of me.
I feel like a puzzle that is losing pieces everyday. The cruel reality is
that there was never a puzzle to begin with.

There was just one lonely puzzle piece...
 75° 
Sam Clemens
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
 73° 
Wesam Tanana
When the sun sets
Far into the horizon
When the birds fly
Far off into the sky

When the dark night
Takes its' course
When the ships sail
Far into the sea

When all becomes quiet
And alone I am
All by myself
It is you that I see
 68° 
Sam Clemens
***
The moment of
utopia
Where ragged breath is
  broken
And for a second,
gravity consumes the both of us
A small section from a longer poem
 67° 
Anne
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.
 67° 
EEVEE
So
100
Days
.
.
.
I Have
Three
???s
.
.
.
1. When do
they
start?
.
.
.
2. How do
they
end?
.
.
.
3. When do
they
be
Getting
My
Legos
On
*****
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUSI4n_74LA
 64° 
Ashly Kocher
Let me know
Know when your ready
Ready to begin
Begin a new journey
Journey into the unknown
Unknown of what lies ahead
Ahead is our future
Future to opening doors
Doors that will help
Help lead you to your dreams
Dreams of the imagination
Imagination that keeps you believing
Believing which is not impossible
(Im)possible is possibly just a dream
 56° 
may
jlf
it's simple really
you make smiling so easy
and the lingering feeling of sadness fade away

everything feels different
you're my minds favorite person
and for once i'm okay with this weird feeling

it's simple really
you're someone who makes me feel safe
and i would be okay seeing your smile everyday
 52° 
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.
 51° 
Maka
You stabbed me repeatedly,
But when I finally walked away,
You were the one to cry betrayal.
 50° 
EmVidar
H1M
I liked his unwavering
ability to have courage
and how he was more bitter
than me
for it

-em vidar
 47° 
KM
I'm not okay
 45° 
Lizzie
i love you so much i'm going to make you hate me.

if you hate me, you'll find someone who makes you happy.

i don't want you to hate me, but
i want you to be happy.
 42° 
shana
"Are you happy?", I asked him.
"Yes I am. And you?", he said
"Yes I am happy.", I replied
because finally, I stopped writing
poems about you
, I whispered.
 40° 
Diane K
Unblemished,
desirable,
ripe for the picking.
Fresh,
Bursting,
fragrant.

She takes the bite, He closes his eyes to savor.
Tears stream down her face as her juices run down his.

He spits her out.

Spoiled,
bruised,
rotting.
 40° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
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 40° 
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.
 40° 
Vaughn
It doesn’t matter
How long
I wait
For you
Because
I know
You’d
Come back
 39° 
CC
Resting
Maybe when I'm brave enough to
I'll lay my head on a pillow
Close my eyes
Look inside
I'll say
I'm home at last
looked at life through fear
time to look at fear itself
 35° 
JaxSpade
Blue moon
You used to be silver last June
You changed your color
And I wondered
If your lover left you

Why are you shining so blue
I think I already knew
Why you're so blue

My broken hearted moon
You were so bright last June
You changed your color
And I wondered
If your lover left you

Why are you shining so blue
I think I already knew
Why you're so blue

Moon

I just want you to know
I feel it too
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