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With Trick or Treat a-loomin'
and the harvest moon a-gloom'n
and the ghosts and goblins loose upon the streets

You can bet your bottom dollar
that you'll hear a screech and holler
when you open up your door to give โ€˜em treats.

But beware of werewolves howlin'
and the zombies who are prowlin'
In the shadows in the corners of your mind.

For the scary cogitation
in your own imagination
is the one that you have mentally designed.

So...remember you'r not seeing
any supernat'ral being...
they're just costumes and some make up on the kids.

But be sure and take no chances
e're they start their spooky dances
Give them candy or the ghouls might flip their lids!

Happy Halloween my neighbors
on this night of ghostly labors....
And good luck.ย ย You can't escape it if you could.

They'll arrive in cars and wagons...
dressed as witches, bats and dragons.
And they won't all be from your own neighborhood.

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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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

The poem is one year old this month!

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
Mitti Iemma
I turn the last page,
The next is blank.

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So white it's screaming
So empty Iโ€™m left reeling

The lack of words
A void so loud
I squint my eyes unseeing.

I donโ€™t think Iโ€™m ready yet
I dont think I'll ever be,
It hurts too much to be alone
Is this the price of being free?
not to be rude, but why cant you just change?

the moment i knew it was all over
I attached myself to you so I wouldn't be alone
I became who you wanted me to be, my goal was to please you and only you, and in doing so I lost myself, and forgot the real me,
Now it's time to move on.. to cut the ties that bind.
It's time to take back my independence and freedom... what was always mine..........
This poem is describing myself. . I have lost myself in a man I'm pretty sure is a narcissist, I've been with him for 5 years now and in the last little while I've noticed behaviors that match up to what narcissistic behaviors are like....I know what I have to do. Take back whats mine..  the only problem is.... I love him ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ˜ข
So strong
I am
In you
Neither you can erase
Nor keep
Van Xuan
Couples taught me
That the sweetest you can taste
Comes from the woman you love

But I don't believe that
Because when I kiss her lips
It is not sweet at all

What I taste is the desire
To kiss her more
The taste of longing for her

And the taste of happiness
A sincere taste of love
Zainab Ibrahim
Hello old friend,
It's been a while,
My dearest freind
I've missed you so.

I've missed the joy,
The emptiness and dark.

I've missed the agony,
The feeling of not knowing who I am.

I like you

Nothing more and nothing less
so mad
so angry with her that i go for someone else
hair pulling
us 3
i can still taste you
the way you kissed us listening to the playlist
you made me less angry
you made us forget how angry we were
you made us love a casual affair
my heart does not understand loss
or the idea of what's not yours;
it had only yearned for love,
not heartbreaks that dove;

torments itself with violence,
when memories unwind;
but suffers in silence,
and left sanity behind

oh, this heart of mine
someday you will learn
to somehow be fine;
but as for now,
love and treat yourself kind
breakup ***** cause I can control my mind but not my heart
Daniel Anderson
I still taste the salt
from the sweat of our friction
your laughter echos in the cavern
where I buried my heart
the flame of your smile
fades with the days
and with it
its warmth
but lend me now
the wool of your words
and Iโ€™ll fashion a scarf
we know December looms
Yโ€™all ever just miss someone?
when you sleep it's like you never cried,

breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.

when you sleep it's like you never lost,

boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.

when you sleep it's like you're still there,

and you still smile and you still care.

when you sleep you look young as I,

no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.

and so if sleep is death just being shy,

is it still so wrong,

to wish

to die?
This was made by yamiyurei
Austin Reed
I long approval,
from people I barely know,
how silly is that?
I'm losing pieces from me
And I'm suffering.
I can't get them back
I can't remember.
Are all the happy memories I made,
Just a waste?
I won't be able to remember them anyway.
I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
Itโ€™s hard to take care of your own heart when you are concerned with taking care of everyone else
Mary Frances
I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.
๐‘ฐ ๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’€๐’๐’–,
๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐‘ด๐’†.
๐‘จ ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’.
๐‘จ ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’•๐’” ๐’†๐’๐’….

๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’”๐’๐’†๐’†๐’‘๐’š ๐’†๐’š๐’†๐’”,
๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‡๐’“๐’‚๐’Š๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’๐’…๐’š,
๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž๐’•๐’‰ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†,
๐‘ฐ ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’Š๐’• ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰, ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’‰๐’–๐’“๐’•๐’”.

๐‘ซ๐’†๐’”๐’‘๐’Š๐’•๐’† ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’,
๐‘ฐ ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’†๐’˜ ๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’š๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’Š๐’•.
๐‘ต๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’‚๐’„๐’„๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’•๐’‰ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’Ž๐’†,
๐‘บ๐’‚๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ''๐ผ๐‘ก'๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘˜๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ, ๐ป๐‘’'๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’'' ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’.

๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’”๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’”๐’†๐’…,
๐‘ฌ๐’๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’… ๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’‘๐’๐’š ๐’Š๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•.
๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’†๐’” ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’…๐’†,
๐‘พ๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‡๐’–๐’๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’๐’†๐’….

๐‘ด๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’” ๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’,
๐‘ณ๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’๐’Œ๐’†๐’ ๐’„๐’‚๐’”๐’”๐’†๐’•๐’•๐’† ๐’•๐’‚๐’‘๐’†.
๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’–๐’“๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’š๐’†๐’”,
๐‘ถ๐’‰ ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’”๐’‰ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’“๐’‚๐’„๐’† ๐’๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’†.

๐‘ฌ๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐‘ฐ ๐’Œ๐’†๐’‘๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ,
๐‘พ๐’Š๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐–จ๐—‡ ๐– ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ซ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ,
๐‘พ๐’†'๐’๐’ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰ ๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’,
๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’š ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’‚๐’‡๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“.
This poem is inspired by LittleLuxray's In Another Life story. The story is really beautiful and it moved me to tears especially the part "I found You" "You found Me". The story is only a fanfiction and you can search it up on google if you are interested in reading it.
fray narte
to lie down next to you in all of the perpetuity,
moss will grow all over our skin โ€”
as if mushrooms, feeding on
dying, young aspens
and maybe the forest will claim us for its own.

to lie down and watch light slowly go mad
at the sight of the fog that festers,
at the feel of the skin that rots:
a macabre sight to the outside world, yet โ€”
a lively feast to a ****** of crows.

soon, sweet one, candles will die
and i'll be lying next to you โ€”

the feel of daylights, forgotten.
sandra wyllie
on the sundae
the foam in the beer
sheโ€™s Friday
not Monday
the front โ€“
not the rear

Sheโ€™s a holiday
the intermission
from a prosaic play
the first edition
the needle
in the hay

Sheโ€™s a rainbow
bridge over the sky
not December
sheโ€™s July
sheโ€™s the sun
not the wind
she's the plum
in the pudding
Deadwood Jawn

Hฬอจฬ†อชฬ‰­อชฬˆอƒอจฬ›ฬดอŸฬซฬฅฬณฬชฬ˜อ…ฬซอ™ฬŸEฬŠอ’ฬ”ฬ€อ›ฬŒฬถอกออฬ›อ‰ฬฆอšอšอ” อ‘ฬ”อ—อฅฬ‰ฬอ‹ฬˆอฅอ’อ‘ฬ‹อจฬšฬอ‚ฬตอฬ•อ€อ•ฬผฬฒฬซฬฅฬซฬฎฬ™อ–ฬคฬฎอ–อ“ฬฒออWฬŒฬ‹ฬ†ฬšฬ”ฬƒอ›อ›อฉอฬŠฬƒอจฬ…อฎฬอŠอ„ฬขอฬนอ•ฬซอ‡ฬ™ฬžอ‡ฬช­อ‰อ•อฬžฬฑอ…อ…ฬ Aอ†ฬ‹อฉอƒอ‹ฬ“ฬ›า‰ฬถอ™ฬฃฬนฬฅฬฉฬ˜ฬชSฬƒอคอ—ฬ’ฬฬŠอ›ฬอžฬ•ฬกอฬฐออ–ฬฅฬฆอŽฬปฬฑฬชฬชฬ™ฬญฬซอ”อ…อšฬ˜ฬฃอ‰ ฬ‰อ„ฬŒฬพฬฟอชอคฬƒอ„ฬตอฬกฬ—ฬชฬฆฬนฬชฬŸฬžฬชฬ—อ…อ‡ฬฏNอฌอฎออคฬ‹อชอฉฬ‡ฬ‚ฬ€อŠฬ‰ฬอฆฬฬŒองฬ‘ฬธฬขฬจฬบฬฑอ‰อ™ฬฬ–ฬฃฬปฬบฬณอ”ฬฎฬฑฬœฬชอšฬ ฬคฬœ­OอŒฬ‚ฬƒฬšฬตอ˜อ ฬกฬนอ“ฬฃอ™ฬ˜อˆฬฉฬณฬซฬผฬ–อ™Tอคอฌฬ‹ฬŽอƒฬพฬ”อ›อ›ฬ”อ‚ฬพอฌฬ„อŠอฆอฅฬ…ฬขอกฬฃอ“ฬญฬฆฬฃฬ—ฬฉฬญฬชอ‰อ“ อฉฬšอคฬ‘ฬฟฬฟฬ‡อ˜ฬงอฬขฬ›ฬฏฬฌอฬนฬณฬ˜อ‡ฬฅฬฉฬฃฬฉฬŸฬคฬบอ‰AอฏฬŽอฅฬฬƒอฎอคฬ†ฬ‹ฬอœฬถฬดอœฬฌฬ—อฬฅฬžฬžฬฉฬฬฉฬฃฬฐฬณLอจฬ€ฬ„ฬฬ“ฬ‰ฬ‹อ†ฬ‹ฬ‡­อฅออ’ฬ…อ—อ ฬธฬงออ อ”ฬผฬฐฬชฬฑอ•ฬžฬบฬฌฬผฬ˜ฬŸฬญWอฎฬ‘อฅฬšอ†อ›ฬŒฬšฬฝอญอฬŒอฉอฆอƒอ˜ฬงอฬ–อ™ฬžอ…ฬชอ™อ™AอŒอจฬพอƒอขอœฬฐฬบฬอ™อ–ฬปฬนฬ˜ฬฃ­ฬฌฬฃฬบYฬ…ฬ„ฬฝฬ…ฬŽฬฬŽฬŒอ‚ฬƒอซอญฬขอžอžอŽฬนฬฉฬบฬฆฬฌอšอ‰ฬฒอŽอ“อ‰Sฬ“ฬ‡องอฎอฅอ—อ‘ฬ…ฬƒฬพอ—อ‚อจอŠฬฬ†อจฬดอขอขฬจฬตฬ ฬžฬ–ฬ ฬณฬ–อ‡ อฆอŒฬŒฬƒฬ‹ฬ’ฬฝอœออขฬดฬงฬชฬฏฬปอ™อ‡ฬ™อˆอ‰ฬ ฬ อ‡ฬœอˆอ‡อฬฃอ•ฬžLอชฬŠฬฬƒอญฬ’อŠฬตา‰า‰ฬžฬฐฬฃฬฅฬบอ™ฬฃฬฅฬณฬ ฬนฬญฬ˜ฬœฬœฬ™Iอจฬ‚อฌฬ‘ฬฟอ‹อ­ฬƒอ‘ฬ“ฬƒฬ‚อŠอ›ฬ…ฬ“อฅฬ•อœฬฒฬ—ฬนอ“ฬ ฬœอ•ฬžฬžฬปอ™ฬžอšฬผฬซฬฒฬžฬฃฬŸKฬ…อŠอคฬƒฬŠอ‚อฎอŠอ’ฬ’ฬŽฬฟา‰อกอา‰อฬ–ฬฏฬœฬœอ”ฬชฬ–ฬŸฬ™ฬžฬบอŽฬฆฬ–ฬ E­ฬพฬฝฬ‚ฬพฬ’อฃฬ€อฌฬฬฬฟอญฬฟฬถอŸฬถอกฬตฬชฬฑฬบอฬซอŽฬฃ ฬฬ…อฎฬ‹ฬธอขฬงฬกฬ•ฬžฬ ฬปฬŸTฬอ†อฉฬšอจฬˆอŠอฎฬ†ฬˆอ‘ออœอฬกอขฬขฬผอ•ฬฬ ฬผฬฉฬœฬœอ“ฬ ฬฑฬ˜ฬœฬฒฬฆอ…Hอซองฬšอ›ฬอฆฬ‹อฃฬ”อƒฬพอ†ออฅอฏอขฬก­ออ•อ‰ฬคฬซฬนฬŸอ‡ฬญIฬ’อฌฬ‡อฌฬพฬ†อฌฬ‚ฬŒอŒฬงฬจฬทออออ”ฬ–ฬฎฬชฬ–อ“ฬฐอŽฬชSฬอชฬฬ…อ’ฬšฬงฬ•อ˜ฬดฬฐฬญฬœอ“อšฬ–ฬฏฬฆอ‡อ“ฬžฬนฬผฬบอ–

He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separatedย between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skinย ย 
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awakeย ย 
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
i wasn't even looking when i found you,
you just snuck up on me.
i wasn't even asking when the universe sent you,
like magic you were suddenly part of my world.
i wasn't even aware that you were exactly what i wanted,
it's been 16 years
you're still here
still magic
i still find peace in you,
you still make me smile,
it's been 16 years
and i don't want anyone else
i want you
i need you,
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
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
tainted black
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I donโ€™t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
Heโ€™s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
โ€œWeโ€™re perfect for each otherโ€
And you canโ€™t tell me
Heโ€™s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
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.
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are you sure?

power off

He asks me to open up
and so I do.

My legs,
my mouth,
my skin.

I offer up bits and pieces
of my flesh but
never myself.

And if he chews me to shreds,
I only hope that he likes the taste
of a girl half-dead in his bed.
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
JL Smith
It's been said,
If you love something
Let it go

So you did
And I'm free,

But I'll return

You love me

ยฉ JL Smith
Gill S
Little girl picks up the chalk
Writes her heart
Draws her mind
Cries it all away
Before they can see
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people donโ€™t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
you blocked me on social media
i blocked you in my heart.
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