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 356° 
Robin Soleil Wilds
i’ll stop liking her
there’s just something about the way she talks, her eyes, her clothes, her laugh, something about her that makes my heart warm. i’ve been backing off of her because you liked her. i can like her too.  you deserve her more than me anyway. hey, maybe tell her soon? i’ll cheer you on even if it hurts me


sh , ld
 246° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 197° 
Lyn-Purcell
My                                              
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
fae                                                  
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                  With
                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and
                     hope
                    ♡
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           o
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                 ♡
                         p
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                             a
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                     ♡

As                    
I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
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                                        She
                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
                                          Hurt
             ­                             ♡
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                    ­                              y
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                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
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                                                                ­                   ♡

                        But
                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                       up
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With                        
the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
Queens                      
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A D D E D   TO                                            
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blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
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I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
 134° 
Khoi-San
Spritely lights
the
youth has risen
groovy nights without prisons
gypsy dances
with
freelancers
peace tattoos
from
freedoms flock
long live
Jimi and Janice
69
Woodstock

A
PEACE TRIBUTE

Janis Joplin
19 - 01 - 43
04 - 10 - 70
Jimi Hendrix
27 - 11 - 42
18 - 09 - 70
 119° 
Sparrow
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
 102° 
insensivel
So sad it had to be this way
She forgot all the good thing about him
She let them slip away
Before this she was content with her life
Yet today she decided that tomorrow couldn’t wait
Been living in a shell for far too long
That’s when she came into her powers
When she finally acknowledged her worth and didn’t settle for anything less bc she knows what she has to offer
In the end she’s 1 of 1 and she knows it
 96° 
Anne
when a heart broken
lover
pours out all
her feelings and
translates them onto
words. something
beautiful gets created.
appreciated by many but
never the one
she's always written her
heart out for.
I am but ashes
In your fire,
Consumed,
Until I stopped providing you oxygen
And fizzled you out.
 68° 
E B K
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
 63° 
Anonymistress
And just like that,
     you came back.

As much as I wanted this,
  what if you leave again?
 58° 
Grey
It's not my fault
that you've stolen my heart.
 56° 
Adrian
The moon reflects
the sun's simmering shine
onto our planet's nightly shade,
just as the sun
reflects her circulating radiance
onto my darkening world.
Written in math class again. It's been a wild week for me with workload so that's why I haven't been posting as much. I haven't had time to do what I love, which *****, but school is important.
 55° 
Sienna
Its the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
 52° 
julie
trees are changing their robes;
on misty mornings
I am sitting on my porch.
a book  
I've found in a vintage bookstore
at the corner of my street
is lying in my lap

drinking a tea
wrapped into my favorite blanket
and watching my neighbors
carving their pumpkins

smelling the scent
of firewood
while also listening to
Frank Sinatra

autumn, oh autumn
where have you been?
 49° 
nuggz
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
 46° 
Chris Saitta
Rome has set on the sun,
Spreads the rays of its streets
And the warmth of its torches.
Caesar commands nightfall come,
To make florid incense and wine
And talk as one full of the moon.
 44° 
Sea's End
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
 43° 
Pyrrha
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
 41° 
JP
It
stands in front
to lover
stands next
to wife...
 40° 
Blackedpoison
she kept her death
within her breath,
she joined the destruction
with its half seduction.
until she fell in love with
its obstruction.


by:blackedpoison
 38° 
Carlo C Gomez
Can't be sodium-free, baby
Not when life is in hyperdrive
And microwave is king
 37° 
Anna Bell
“i love you”
those words
                      d
                         r
                           i
                             p
                               p
                                 e
                                   d
                                      from his lips
i believed his deceitful manner
his charisma, it was alluring
I think most people take this as an s.o. but it could be anyone who stopped loving you a friend, a parent to just deceive you to get what they want from you. I also thought of the devil as I wrote this, he deceives you and feeds you with lies to follow him.
 34° 
Blckstr
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.
 33° 
Star BG

FEAR is a species of poisonous snake
One bite and you lose connection to trust.

Antidote:  Deep breath to connect to heart.

**
DOUBT it is like a venomous snake.
its poison spreads quickly.


Antidote: Affirmations of self love everyday.

*
EGO is a snake that lies deep within
One bite and you spiral into endless chatter.

Antidote:  connecting to move inside heart.

*
HATE is a deadly snake that bites with fake news rhetoric
One bite and one is left with separation of fellow man

Antidote: spread the love in deeds and voice.

***

JUDGEMENT is a snake virulent with venom that burns.
One bite and it travels deep attacking good thoughts.

Antidote  Reprograming of mind to connect to God within.


inspired by Aprillia Many thanks
And with your read you get one free Haiku. To be read at your convenience

Venomous snake is
fear, doubt, Ego, Hate, judgments,
Antidote...the heart
 31° 
Jesse Mellinger
Behan knew it and so should you
when it's time for a drink
make it for two
 31° 
Blackedpoison
My lord
Show me the real love
And if you don’t mind
Send it to me
with an angelic dove.
 31° 
Oli
the type of love that gives you lungs in place of a heart that
gives you aches and pains in places you've never thought before
the type of love that we're all tired of talking about
some more than others
the floor is a maze, it's a tricky walk to the door but i
love you
enough to dig these nails right into
my skin, and tear open everything enough to dive six feet into the watery grave of an old wanderer, who's seen more than one could ever want to confess
i am a mess but i
i love you
 31° 
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.
 29° 
Blackedpoison
he wrote that:

when she write her poems
she published the fire within my bones

she killed me, with her thrones
when she was fighting the life, with her tones

I lived there, between the groans
when she knew, how to bloom the stones

when she write her poems
I have to try to withheld my moans
 28° 
BP Fallen
Western College rapid transit
40k a semester
A Bukowski wanna be
with a bolo tie; type specific

A mating call of manners
quicken the senses
Front row center
out classed in every way

I beakon the beautiful
to continue
forgiving me

For what I know not
 28° 
Blackedpoison
she tasted the dryness of her   blood by mistake.
and she realized that her veins were fake.

she walked towards the red lake.
to commit suicide!
while  she found that the water was flake.

the death was  rusty,
like a rotten big cake
that will never digest
Within the body of snake

That settled in her nightmare
And keeps her terror awake.
 27° 
Chris Saitta
Keep your trees, keep them for your heaven of ashen dusk
And night like the pale-faced deathmask of emperors,
No reason that the commoner to oblivion is hushed,
These old-wise woods and leaves, peopled without us.

Keep Macedonian dust lightly conquered over the breeze,
So that it shoots its tail like the centuries-sole comet,
The scorched earth left by Alexander’s mapmaker eyes,
Swung wide like his Sarissophoroi over Persian might.

Remember the lesser grove of his teacher Aristotle’s tribe,
They have only slipped their sandals off, to bare themselves
Of sound and the concourse of the foot’s impulse,
Caught the lithesome wind, to flow outside our hearing,
And muse as empire of air and loss and forgotten walks.

Keep your trees and the darkening sky through them
That remind me of the passing into the past.
Never is the poem from tongue of ***** or plow.
Sarissophoroi were Macedonian light cavalry under Alexander, so named for the pikes they carried (sarissa).

Aristotle taught Alexander until his mid-teens.
 27° 
Anne
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.
 26° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 25° 
rebecca
girl friend
girl                   friend
girl                                                 friend
girl                                                      ­                         friend
girl                                                      ­                                                       friend
girl
 25° 
noren tirtho
Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar
time healing wound layers damage hidden secret scar
 24° 
Carlo C Gomez
Long overdue,
a woman of tennis
came out of the wilderness,
and gave birth to
electrolyte towers,
naturally no one would give her
the credit for such powers,
her smarts were seen as a threat,
so she took them to court,
(centre court),
and won, love set.

Shy and withdrawn,
the conservative librarian
won an all-expenses-paid trip
to a **** beach,
rather a contrarian,
and feeling none to comfortable,
she wore her favorite
pair of dungarees on the shore,
but everyone stared mercilessly
at her being such a bore,
ever so proudly she walked away
as a non-conformist,
she'd be naked another day,
one of her own choosing,
unapologetically,
and in doing so she found
a new friend, liberty.

Saturday's child worked hard
and won the spelling bee,
but on the prize
they just couldn't agree,
she was the best in her class,
no doubt, but still
only a girl, you see,
can you guess the word
that pushed her over the top?
m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y.
 24° 
Lil Lalo
You asked
What is the scariest part?

I answer
The scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness

The scariest part
is the realization  
that you have lost yourself
completely
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2 AM
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care
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