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 373° 
Loving Paradox
Never be afraid to love
Never be ashamed of love

Stand in the light of love
And you will always be protected

Always...
I love you
From you to you
 357° 
Amanda
Take rare moments here
Keep perfection protected
Memories stay safe
...
 247° 
rose hopkins
I watch,
the ocean of emotion
welling up
through limpid eyes
in fearful, tearful panic
clutching at the straws
that are granddad
that true constant
love
unspoken.
BLT's word of the day challenge  "limpid"  =  transparency, clear, simple.
 230° 
Joseph Rice
Flat
Lacking.
The ache inside is
Breaking along the lines where
My hope was shattered by fear of fruits gathered in
Defiance of my downward guidance or
Search for a chance at
Vibrance
Love.
 170° 
putiira
You
might just be
the promise
I have always made
to myself
 146° 
Orchid Rose
i  listen to him while i smoke a cigarette
peaceful morning while he tells me his regrets
but that's why we're all here right?
regrets, drugs, addiction, the tempting night?
he talks about his wife and i listen
i miss being numb. his forehead glistens
i watch the smoke rise and disperse
i stop listening. i start to think about the universe
i think i'm a narcissist
 126° 
Traveler
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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 96° 
Marisela Veludo
Paper cut feeling, a thousand times
Warm touches, that eases sometimes
Puzzle brain with missing pieces
It gets colder, the warmth decreases
Words of comfort, kisses so sweet
Yet its still there, it makes me weak
Forgive the actions, believe the words
Forgetting is impossible, keeps chirping like birds
Like a jellyfish, internal, immortal
Can I burry it, can it be mortal?
 77° 
Me
He takes you
By the hand swirling
You around in a delicious
Semi-circle

And you will never
Break your legs, dear
You will never
Break your legs

You are
Made to dance
Made yourself so as
To dance and not fall
Or, if you wish, entitle it with The Internal Dancer :)
 72° 
Lexie
We fell apart
So long ago
It still feels
Like yesterday
I still feel
Sort of

We are all but
Images
In the eyes of others
perceived
In one’s own
believed
The truth
The lies
Dire
Premise
Fire and ice
Sugar and spice
Ingredients to life
Diluted
Created
Distilled
Images
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
 53° 
Jeremy Stacy
I sat observing the descent of a fiery circle
an event painting clusters of clouds entirely purple
but gaps in the crowd allowed the dispersal
of dim rays that malaise,
banning the nocturnal
atypical animals that pursue prey scanning in thermal
mythical mandibles that subdue fangs into epidermal
Instagram jst490_poetry
 51° 
Terra Levez
When I got lemons from Life
They told me
to make lemonade
I tried and tried
But the yellow drink kept coming red
with my hands burning
from the cuts that Life left me with
Now burning with acid
 49° 
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
 49° 
Palak Datta
He asked me- "Why are you still a ******?
I smiled and said- "I'm good at DIY"
.
..
...
The science of our body is such that it doesn't distinguish between ******* and ****** ******* since, the end result is the same.

Then why do we lust for people? Why do we look for mates even when we aren't planning to prove Darwin's Theory of Survival of the Fittest!
 39° 
Christina P
I was unhappy
and I know you felt it.
Because one day
with no warning,
you said goodbye.

Without looking back,
you just left me
on the side of the road.
With a shattered heart
and broken dreams.

Your last words to me
still ring in my ears,
before I go to sleep at night
and the moment I wake up.

"I can't stay.
Because if I do,
you'll walk away.
If there's one thing
I've learned in life,
it's to leave
before you get left."
 39° 
yashasweedas
With thread she wove for you to wear,
They glance at you repeated
Oh break this stale and stifled air,
With cheer and tidings greeted

A feast so lavish, a feast so grand,
With new allies awaiting
Brisk the smile and crisp the hand,
Extended for quick shaking

Drop your detest and hurl the vase,
Of defeating and mistreating
From this day on you now embrace,
The joyful forces meeting.
A poem to awaken the lost muse.
 38° 
callie joseph
she
i couldn't tell you where
but she was surfing on her own
salty water in her hair
and a ribcage full of stone
the lit cigarette was smothered by the sand as the rains came in
 36° 
Meca
Engulf me in love,
Break me in half,
Only once-more,
Only encore,
Lament time
 35° 
Luiz
she thinks she's like us...

a mortal
 32° 
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
 32° 
chris
-

Is it strange to miss the bodies of strangers?
 31° 
vyvyenne
when I think of you
the skies between my thighs turn all shades of pink and blue
and then my heart begins and starts
god, I don’t know, what do I do?
till all my guards and well-kept parts
melt right into your skin and through
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
 30° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 29° 
Jeanette
I.
My son does not understand fear,
he is 3,
he thinks in color,
he believes in magic,
he says that our dog Smokey
controls the weather.

Watch him as he goes!
Jumping over cracks on sidewalks,
pretending to fly,
attempting to get near electric outlets
because he saw them spark once,
and fire,
fire is cool!

"Watch me Mommy!

watch me."

II.
Some days I stay in bed all day,
I tell everyone I am catching a cold,
a sinus infection,
another migraine again.

It is easier to lie than to explain,
that it is too difficult to shower,
to find an outfit, to brush my hair,
to make food,
to chew it.

Friends jokingly call me a hypochondriac,
my Mother thinks I am mellow dramatic,
My son asks me if I need my temperature checked.

It is too honest to say,
"I am fighting monsters, and they won today."
Who would believe me if I did?

We are taught since childhood
to not believe in the things
we can not see.

III.
The day we buried my Grandfather,
I wore my favorite gray dress,
I was scared to taint it
with such a sad memory,
but I was 8 months pregnant
and nothing else fit.

We threw dirt in a hole
as three strangers watched us grieve.
They stood with shovels ready to do their jobs,
ready to get home to their loved ones.  

All I could think about was how much
it aches to love anyone,
even in the good times, it aches.
Loss dances outside our window
like flames, waiting to engulf.

I vowed to protect my child
from any unnecessary pain,
I vowed to make him feel safe.

Now I fear I am the one
tainting him in gray.

IV.
Not every day is bad,
most days are nice, in fact,
some days are so good
that the bad ones seem
like distant memories.

On the good days I feel brave,
brave like my son;

I tickle his tummy and show him
which lights are stars, which are planets,
and tell him I love him, always,
no matter what.
 28° 
Ugo Victor
As well watered soil
Is to growing plants
A broken heart
Is the perfect condition
For the best
Of my poetry.
 27° 
August
you consume every thought
and my heart will never beat the same
now that it beats for you
 26° 
Ginger R
I'm falling. And if
I tell the world I am down
No one will help me

I suppose it's sad
Tragic. lying on the floor
But surely I fell

Of my own doing
So I must stay here broken
And very lonely
 25° 
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.
 25° 
REY
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 like *******.
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.
 25° 
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
 23° 
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.
 23° 
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
 22° 
Salman
I stare up at the sky
with the moonlight shining down on me.
you fell in love with a
dangerous woman,
now everything is going to be alright.
she was so into you,
but she was always going side to side.
let me love you, she said,
but I guess you were greedy
now you have to leave me lonely.
everyday wishing that sometimes
I don't care, I wish I didn't care
bad decisions led me to this
you just want to touch it
but boy did I wish you knew better,
I was meant to be your forever boy,
but instead, I'm here thinking bout you.
 22° 
MicMag
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
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