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Chad Tannous
August 7th 2020

a baby was born in beirut, the day the bad thing happened. the mother named her revolution.

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Jordan Gablehouse
Living in the glory God...
I feel amiss.. its mercy stationed...
Its hurts my nature..
But curves my greatness...
Feeling worthless. .
And less than sacred...
Because im second place? Yeah What is this?
Set it straight. And beg forgiveness...
I'm less than great..
But my decision..
Is to make or break... my final wishes...
kiss me under the rain.
put me in a trance where i couldn't escape.
baby, lock me in your heart.
a shallow girl
with innocent eyes
she holds the
element of surprise
came up with this while on the toilet. i am not ashamed
Stacy Mills
I am just a phase
A temporary object in people's lives
I am option
No one's priority
If I'm that easily thrown away
why do I even exist
Mrs Timetable
Some days you feel like that best seller
Up front, all glorious on display

Some days you feel like you’re in the the 90% off bin...
(Only needed to prop a door open)
Ups and downs... but you’re  still priceless
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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Salmabanu Hatim
Handle with care,
Like a bomb.
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
Rupert Pip
The first time we touched
was a hug to say goodbye;
my deepest regret.
good luck to you, my friend
their words are more wounding than their
fists will ever be
And then I saw it,
At dusk, beating its small wings.
A guest from heaven.
My grandma passed away a few weeks ago, and today would've been her 88th birthday. She loved hummingbirds. I saw one today, at dusk, while talking on the phone with my aunt. It felt like a sign from her that she was okay, and that's she with me.
you’ve faded from my memory
and slipped from my touch.
you haunt me
like a forbidden fantasy
yet you’re the paradise i crave when i’m alone.
Ryan Dement
The stupidity
of children's songs
is second only
to forgetting them.
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
I                       I
hear                guess  
you're             I                    G
somewhere    should         o    
new --             have             away          H              
                        known         at                 o
                        you'd           some           w
                                             point.           s
                                                               ­   a
                                                            ­      d.
Maybe you'll remember me...
Nagalakshmi kp
Light of life
shines bright
Never dwindles
Or wanes,
Waxing through
The windows of eyes
Creates a mystical
Just because one person messed up
     Doesn't mean everyone will
Just because one person let you down
     Doesn't mean I will too
I know you put all your trust in that one person
     I understand you believed
And it won't be easy to heal and forget
     But can you have hope in me
I will help you along the way
     My intentions are real
I'm not here to hurt you
     Can you please begin to trust me
I'll be patient, please take the time needed
     But please don't give up
It's not over just yet
     I promise I'll be different
You've been let down so many times by the people you least expected. You're beginning to lose hope... please don't lose hope
and we
won't just
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                                   and my
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
Books desire to be read,
Songs desire to be sang,
Dreams desire to be fullfilled,
Hearts desire to be loved;
-so does mine.
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
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
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
Gbenegbara Mercy
So sweet yet painful
Once bonded, hard to break
I wouldn't want to loose you
You are my heart throb
But it hurts seeing you tear my heart down
Cutting and shearing with lies
Sorry miamor
I'd rather live with my heart intact.
It's better living with your hearts intact buddies. Run away from toxic relationships. I'm sure the right one will come to stay some day.
One Step Ahead of Me

You think you are-
but you aren’t
because I won’t let you be.
I think I can trust you so
I love you and believe you and then you play me-you play me so hard.
I figure it out-always.
Like back then.
I was a bit thick. Took me awhile.
Not anymore but man, I’m old now. I’m tired.
My only job is to raise these babies up right.
With or Without you so
You just be you and I’ll be me.
I will love and protect and bring this family up and up
You keep
Rupert Pip
You catch life
one tear at a time
to one day
fill an ocean.
I heard you liked short poems, so here's one for you.
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
Surkhab kaur
I don't wish the power to be in hands of a woman
I don't wish the power to be in hands of a man
The world will be a better place...
only when millions of beings will be seen as one.

This is what the the feminist said.
"If you stand for equality,then you are a feminist.
Sorry to tell you."
                                    -Emma Watson
Usually we are mistaken between a feminist and a misandrist.
A feminist is a person (not a can be a woman as well as man)
who believes in equal rights of men and women. But in our society feminists are considered to be misanderists i.e a woman who hates men. We cannot forget that during the first feminist movement in 1848 in Seneca Falls, New York, 3oo men supported feminism in this movement. We should not have any problem with a misandrist or misgynist ( a man who hates women) because that's there personal choice...we don't know under which circumstances they reached this hatered.
Because even a woman can be a monster
and even a man can be an angel.
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.
It's okay for someone to make
you feel happier
But your happiness shouldn't be
hinged on them.
You need to master self-love. Whether someone loves you or not, it shouldn't tamper with the love you have for yourself.
Time heals all wounds
Yet the scars still remain
A smile is plastered on your face
Yet your eyes are vacant with pain

They tell you to move on
That your feelings are aged and invalid
"You're always happy; you're not depressed"
Their words portray their ignorance
And still, you never rest

Time heals all wounds
So... you must be okay
Donna morgan
I Surrender

Surrender all the places I don't fit
Surrender all the boxes I dont fit in
Surrendere all the lives I dont fit into

I Surrender

I surrender my success
I surrender my failures
I surrender my heart

I Surrender

Surrender to myself
Surrender to loving myself
Surrender to acceptance

I Surrender it all
I wanted her
She wanted me to
We both wanted each other
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.
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
Ghost of Jupiter
With out warning

As a gift of sunlight
You came to me in my


Illuminating my cracked soul
And fissured heart

Making me so aware
Of the damaged woman

I really am

But your tender love
Revealed a beautiful prism of


That can shine through
My brokenness
Thank you for being my sun
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?

It wasn’t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact I’m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.
i looked down
twenty three stories

tears in my eyes
legs shaking

every intention
of falling head first

you see— i was just so tired
of having to land
on my feet
so many people
are so tired
of having to be so strong
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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