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If I seem broken on the inside,
It was him. Not you,

(C)[email protected] 23/10/2019
Scars left by another, seen by the one who loves us now
i want to delete all the memories
just like i did with all our pictures
i want to forget our history
and act like we're strangers
i don't want to miss you anymore
i want to get over you and close the door
i know you're not missing me
i know this is how it's meant to be
#forget #memories #relationship #missyou #strangers
He is fire
But that fire could be perfect fit for hell


don’t be tempted by the devil
Our kind of dance
would be forbidden whatsoever

Only if the devil agreed and took me to his chambers
loved me and cherished my existence

But he did not see, nor did he hear
He left me hanging to my tears
8 months   in a blink of an eye
8 months   of our life gone by

8 months   of love like no other
8 months   being here for one another

1 year         getting to know your heart
1 year         never wanting to be apart

8 months   me and you together
8 months   leading us to forever
you are my whole heart

For I

Am Afraid
To be afraid
In front of many different people

And I

Am afraid
That my vulnerability
Will only give them more

I have too many secrets
Star BG
Sometimes I sit at my desk
and think that MY poetry writes me.
That it bubbles up like rising dirigibles
tweaking my impulses to write.

Verses become effervesce tickles
to launch heartbeats.
Canopies of breath filled with words
get syphoned into heart.
Bristol waves of passions
gracefully float
from heart to hand with pen.
Dancing Pen to crystal page.
Golden text to readers eyes
and than perhaps a readers hand
who graciously gifts me with sun
and smile.
prevalence in the absence of light
I seek a remedy that may live without the sun
for the sun may never come
and I may never leave
if this journey I will to embark
moves in beams
and stalls for wake
Maybe the sun will come out today
Maybe I’ll feel the warmth on my skin
Maybe my eyes won’t gloss over with tears from the light
Maybe I can go for a walk and just be happy
Maybe there is some hope left
I just wanna leave
everything and everyone
Just to see who'll find me
In the crowd of thousands
Will ever someone actually
be bothered about my absence
I wanna sit back and watch

-   SASR
Dreams start out the same with different endings.
Unresolved issues and dreams still in progress towards reality
Another time and place cliche works for some and  steps on the souls of others
Trying to get through their days and praybtheir nights are less lonely evrn when they are not alone

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Evan Palmer
legalize Juice Wrld
Quinn Adaire
I am not one
I am made by my experiences
I am not me
I am what happens to me.

I am the only one
That is
What I am.
the hidden self you protect
fools you more than anyone else

simply because we are easily fooled
by ourselves more than by anyone else.
Meet me,
Dancing in the pouring rain
with nothing left to lose.
Their lips touched in the autumn air,
under the tree he had always loved.
his hair tickled his chin,
they both giggled,
what a sin.
if this is sin, so be it
love, burst, explosions that I will die for.
their hands tangled with such scandal
the roman air smelled nice
they saw their graves
but nothing came with more worth
than the ritual of love.
It's just not the same
darkness swirls
but there's no light
no will left to fight

I miss you
and your semblance of right

So, I send my love out in the breeze
take it, take me, if you please
My skin is ripping because my monsters are getting bigger, my troubled mind is exploding and my soul is reaching for the stars.
Am I going to survive this? I've never doubted surviving but this time is different, this time nor my monsters or my soul want to fight. We want to rest, they want to rest, I.. want to rest. I want peace.
I don't want distractions nor am I looking for them, I don't want friends nor am I looking for them.. That's exactly it, I am not looking for anything nor am I looking forward to ****. Unless it's peace but I'm not looking for it. I am just waiting for it.
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.
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
Chelsea Rae
I refuse to even indulge in empty promises.
No more will I accept husks of words
That float on air because they hold no weight to them.

I need rock hard, solid, ground breaking actions because words
Were dangled in front of me for so long.

A carrot on a stick,
Leading me further into the dark.
Guiding me into cages of expectations.

No more.
No more.
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
I dream for you to come one day
A man who'll love me the same way
A love that's pure
And truth I know
Together forever
We will grow
Sail thru galaxies
Discover unknowns
Together forever
Buried our bones
Georgia Kereopa
words magicked from air
dance joyfully on the page
sprouting wings to soar
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!
Explanation 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!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!
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.
You are my single lifeline
The mask I wear to confine.

With a plastic shield- I am out of my senses.
Frivolous safety, with endless expenses.

Coughing green and blue ice
Why do I seek life on Neptune?
Far from warmth and invisble to naked eyes
Rings of glass dull the distant cries.
maybe the reason you run from some people
is because you are afraid to see yourself within them
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
They’ll paint pictures of you without knowing your true colors.
I’ve dealt with this my whole life but it’s never effected me like it has now.
No matter what, I feel like I will always be misunderstood/misjudged/mislabeled.
Sorry this isn’t even poetry.
You had me at my best,
I had you at your worst.

You left me at worst,
She had you at your best.
Ivan Lopez
Me in your fire
and let the drips
sear me in pain

My flesh with acid
till my very bones
become like tears

Me like death
that has appeared
at my door

and Take,
All that I have
and I promise
to be yours
I received some bad news of a friend. I only wish I communicated with him more often instead of ignoring him all these years. I only hope he forgives me.
I got that CD today
from that band that you really like.
It cost $20 but
I didn’t really mind.
And it smelled like french coffee in my car
and it tasted like a spectrum of blue
and I decided it felt like you.
Oskar Erikson
draw, across my collarbone
the length of your tongue.
all there is to taste in your mouth, is home
and all i am is chewing gum.
sehnaz khan
Dark nights
              wild thoughts
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.
It makes you cry and leaves you sad
But you like the salt and you love the mad
he's here

and once again i fall slowly
light as a feather
gravitating to the river
to be washed away
by the peaceful flow
I'm always falling in love
Loving someone like
I've never been hurt before
And i guess that's what i do best
Loving someone
that doesn't love me back
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.

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