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 25050° 
Aryan Sam
Hi
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
 450° 
Nylee
My mind tickles,
My heart itches,
it is crawling on my skin
There is no comfort in living.
 284° 
kathrynbaileynutt
Tell me what you require
so I can give you what you desire
just ask and you will receive
whatever you may need
and whatever you wish
I will pull from my dish
so just tell me what you please
so I can fulfill your needs.
But please don’t mislead me
tell me exactly what you long
And what my duty shall be
so I can sing it loud and strong
without mistakes in your song.
Tell me what to think
so my heart shall not sink
so my mind shall not wander
on things that will never be.
so tell me what you want
so I can be what you need
 250° 
Jeremy Stacy
Summing it up, you count in fractions,
multiply actions and divide us into factions

Subtract my defense, at least no ones on the fence...
 224° 
Poetic T
the stars are cold
the air frigid

dying alone, corona
 190° 
Luna Pan
our story made in winter but as the summer came we became more colder than the winter
 189° 
Elissa Deauvall
people say only fools fall for you.
so i guess i’m a fool.
 153° 
r
Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.
“ April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...

I will show you fear in a handful of dust...

...And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls;...”

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922.
 143° 
Tess
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
 136° 
fika
i live in the past
but with you
i feel present
 128° 
julianna
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
 120° 
Rupert Pippingford
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.
 110° 
OYBlackCat
I  took  my wrist  and  cut  myself,
just  to  open  up  to  you.
And you  watched  my blood  as  it  touched  the ground.
I  waited for  you  to  move from the miles  you  put between us.
I  hoped that  you would come help  me close my wound.
Instead,  you  pretended  as  if  you  did not see  me.
And you turned around and walked   in the opposite direction.
Adding more distance  between  us.
 109° 
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
She held my hand
and dried my sweating brow
"I never asked her"

She comforted me when I was alone
and fed me when I was hungry
"I never asked her"

She washed me when I was unclean
and covered me in warm sheets
"I never asked her"

She blew me a kiss when she left
and said I'll see you tomorrow
"I never thanked her"
Nurses, all in a days work.
 82° 
Sarah Delaney
When I was younger the quiet scared me,
Demons running wild in my head constantly.
I’m older now and they cannot ruin me like they once did.
My past demons can no longer touch me,
For I am enough in his eyes.

~sdr
 80° 
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)
 71° 
Lily Thebault
I miss the pitter patter
the wake ups
the chit chat
moments of waiting for coffee.
I miss the dread of knowing
this was it
but I was still
I was still in it.
The game I would
make of it
in my head.

The current state of things
just feels
all too familiar.
Thank god for the
music though.
The music brings me
back to
excitement
memories
and life.
Bye E
 71° 
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
 65° 
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
 60° 
Daniel Pokorny
Here we are, at the edge of our hearts, singing, dancing and playing.
I know I want you to come with me,
And I'll take you there.
You only have to take my hand and follow along.
"I'll follow you to the end, come and stay.
I'll be there,
Waiting until the time for us to be together,
And if you don't want me to come around,"
Then I'll take the rains and lead you, to my heart
"I'll be waiting around for you
And if I'm not there, I'll be there, I'll be there
Waiting, for the day I see your smile."
I think I spelt rains wrong....whoops.
 60° 
Jena Tapia
Yes Sir!
The last he ever said,
The last many ever said
Generations of dead
Crawling out to us in our beds
Today's war was yesterday made
Think twice
A word of the wise
If you've been too many times
You've said the words
And you may not realized
What you write
Is your last cry.
 59° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 57° 
Natalie
Lonely
I am so lonely
I push everyone away
But I surely want you to stay
 55° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 53° 
PS
Well beneath my sarcasm
My hatred for the world

There is a different story waiting
Waiting to be told

For I am made of poetry
Of sunsets
And the moon

Of summer rain
And chocolate smell
And nights that end too soon

It's hidden well
It's out of sight
It's on you to find the key

For my fragile little world,
My dear,
Is not for everyone, you see?
 50° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
 47° 
JK Cabresos
the government
is not
your enemy
but
yourself
Copyright ©️ 2020
 43° 
دema
you make me feel beautiful
in three ways;

one - by calling me beautiful,
two - by looking at me with such
loving eyes,
and most importantly,
three - by being with you
 42° 
Ashly Kocher
We can now realize
That the little we have
Is actually more than
We have ever needed

It’s about looking at situations with a different perspective
Through the eyes of our world..
 42° 
Perry
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
 41° 
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 41° 
Ruheen
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
From HEAVEN to HELL,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
 41° 
Simpleton
Love didn't end wars
It started them
 41° 
FullmoonFlower
Moonlight sparks my heart
but it's not like the fire you start
whenever you
say my name
 40° 
Ross
And this morning,
I woke up in utter denial
About what had happened.

But when the first rays of sunlight
Ever so subtly tickled my eyelids,
And i never felt your warm embrace,
I knew.

I knew you had moved on
greener pastures.

Tell me one thing:
When?

When was it,
That your affection for me
Became so dry, dusty and arid?
When did you soothe yourself
With purposeful amnesia,
In the case of
Unburdening your heavy conscience
Of our passionate memories?
 39° 
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 38° 
Regan Wylde
Once windows, now bars.
Once doors, now gates.
Once media, now guards.

Once happy, now confused.
Once loved, now alone.
Once free, now trapped.

A prisoner in my own home.
Isolation Poem
 37° 
Mahogany Ree
all the things i’ve said
i’d never do
flew out the window
the lifetime. . .
. . . i met you
There's a quiet girl
Living in a noisy world
You might think she's cold
But she just want to be alone

She's always silent,
and always thinking
Her mind is so loud
it always screaming

She wants to be heard
But don't wanna bother anyone
She's just a simple girl
But she's no ordinary  woman

She's always on her own bubble
To prevent anyone to come through
If she feels like she wants to talk
She'll go outside just to be with you.
She's always on her own bubble
To prevent anyone to come through
If she feels like she wants to talk
She'll go outside just to be with you.
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