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 569° 
Salmabanu Hatim
stood on the table
box of melted chocolates
and his unread card.
20/8/2019
 470° 
Peter J
That morning you left
With the door open wide
The sun bursting through
There was nowhere to hide

Blossom had fallen
All their petals so high
Yet their colour was blue
As blue as the sky

The dew was singing
Under a soft morning cloud
The birds they were crying
A sad song so loud

And I counted your foot steps
As they softly appeared
Confused by their sadness
They suddenly disappeared

I heard bells ringing
A church wedding tune
Under a setting sun
Then under its moon

The birds stopped singing
A song that never rhymed
And bees hurried past
As if they were blind

I remember your footsteps
The scent of lavender and thyme
And I kept me a footstep
I hope you don't mind.
Just a little reworked
 401° 
Fabiana
‪you don’t have to kiss me goodbye if you hold me at hello‬
the city at night and its sounds
 295° 
Lara Mari
Sometimes it’s easier to hide
what I really feel.
Sometimes it’s easier to run away
from what I really feel.
Sometimes I pretend to not believe
what I really feel.

But what I really feel will never go away.
 282° 
Shubham
Till I am right
and you are wrong
a sense

in me
and above me
in you

and above you
binds us
to reason.
 223° 
Pax Wildrake
ʷᵉˡˡ, ᶦᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ
.               ᵗᵒ    ʷᵒ
.         ˢᵉᵉ         ʳˡᵈ
.     ᶦˢ               ʷᵃ
ᵃ                    ⁿᵗˢ
ᵍᶦʳˡ ᵗʰᵉⁿ                              .
                 ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ             ᴵ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ                                                 .
ᵗʳʸ                     ᵃⁿᵈ                                 .
ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ          ʷʰᵒ                                     .
ᴵ  ᵃᵐ                                   .
 187° 
Jeremy
Why all the hate in the world?
When you only care for a girl
You make one wrong turn
And all you wanna do is burn
These few bad moments
Now you’re in a predicament
If it was too much
If she keeps in touch
How sad is it to rhyme girl with world
And all you see is her
In a coloured world
You're black and white
In this sunny life
You're eternal night

In my course palms
You're silk liquid
In this broken home
You can't fix it

But in my eyes
You're a dancer
And in my mind
You're already mine
But I'll write you a love song anyways.
 174° 
Joyce Sayson
i might say,
everything's gonna be okay,
not today,
but someday.
 110° 
charlie s
her
her hair was tangled
into the dark stars of night

her eyes were shut

her words were in anguish

where has she gone
 98° 
Anwer Ghani
Little by little, the water is getting warmer, and the fish have dreams of flying. Do you see these birds? Just look at their eyes; they little by little became more affectionate. Little by little, I began to walk towards you as if you are this broad horizon to fade in you with love. Look at the sand; it is no longer dry; it becomes a story of amazing greening. Little by little, everything becomes different; little by little, I began to get warmer and little by little, you become warmer.
 93° 
Saumya Tomar
Once a doubt hits your mind
it spreads like wild fire
 89° 
Stacy Mills
I wish I were prettier
I wish I were younger
I wish I were smarter
I wish I was skinnier
I wish I did not have to love with all my heart
I wish someone would love me back
I wish that person would want to keep me and not just use me
I wish I could mean so much to someone
I wish I wasn't alone so **** much
 62° 
Ink
She hid and dwelled the night
Strode 'neath the veil of Nocturne's delight;
She knows not
Or forgot the joys of the day;
Of sunshine or playing in the rain.

She often borrowed herself
In thoughts of serene;
In complete neglect of chaos
Trapped in a beautiful scene;
Afraid to see,
Afraid to feel.

So she walked the planet
In full masquerade
With smiles and laughs
Intended to negate
The truth in her heart -
Of emptiness
Colored by a mask.
Squeeze the colours from my heart and I will paint you a beautiful love,
That poets dream of feeling.
#paint #heart #colours
Love isn't fragile,
Hearts are.
Comment with Love in your language, please.
 49° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

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       m           i
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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.
 46° 
F A Pacelli
when they insult you
smile back
when they hurt you
smile back
they don’t matter
you matter
so smile back
know in your heart
you will show them all
what you are made of
 46° 
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.
 45° 
Faizel
Run like there's no tomorrow
Cry only to alleviate sorrow
Live like our time is borrowed
lets not cower
take this life by the neck
imprint you are not a coward
the hurt makes us stronger
punch with everything you made of
even sorrow we devour
churn it in our soul
then spit out flowers
let your flamed courage bring forth the rain
let it descend
It's a meteor shower
let this winged words take you higher
soar above the chaos
i bet life will seem brighter
we are all born as fighters
its for us not give up
in this world
with all the power.
Whatever the situation, keep fighting. We born fighters. it's for us to wake the power within us.
 45° 
SøułSurvivør
Her cheeks a'blooming
Fresh petals
Assuming a charm
All their own....

Flesh roses
In a flute of bone.

Her arms are strong wings
Ethereal beauty, poised
For her flight, as a
Tern is
On its long feathered flight
From the North
She flies

To the South
Only to meet
The arctic waste
Once more...

Yet the flesh roses never fade

For they are
frozen with tears.

Catherine Jarvis
8/19/2019
Another poem for the book. This illustration done by Sarah, who has a skilled touch & wonderful imagination.
 44° 
Ally
As the night greets
Silently
Hauntingly
My memories rush in

What seem like a life time ago
Feels like just yesterday
Our last goodbye
Not a final one, but still

When I was
All you thought about
Dreamed about
When I was, enough

These days
You prefer
My silent presence
And that's what will remain

I don't need
... silence
I love words
Pretty ones too
 42° 
Anonymous
This is my final goodbye
It's hard for me to see you walking by with that other guy
Even though your heart didn't feel the same way
but I'm glad you brought me joy
Time kept moving forward
but I kept standing still
Waiting for you to feel the same way
but I guess such things only happen in dreams
So, that's why this is my final goodbye to you
It's time for me to move along with time
and say goodbye to this bittersweet dream that kept me tied
 42° 
Aquila Venatici
you made me feel immortal
and in return
i broke your heart
perhaps it is not that simple
but isnt it?

the heart of a lion
resides in my chest.
the heart of a lamb,
within yours.
ironically,
they are identical.
this was in my drafts from april, i really like it.
 41° 
Arianna
"The Sun has dark eyes.
He dances flamenco in the kitchen,
roaring on the brink of rainstorms.

The Sun has dark eyes.
He turns liquid at nightfall,
fire made water, rippling over the Lake."
Our rays twine in the twilight,
floating,
floating,
floating...


Well, more like TRYING to float on my part, but at least one of us can swim. ;-)
 39° 
Alaska Young
i lost count of sheep
on waiting for you to tell me something
i want to hear

i lost track of time
on waiting for you to catch me
in this falling game

but above all

i lost myself
trying to be someone
you want me to be
 38° 
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.
 37° 
Evan
not good enough to talk to
not worth talking to

can’t talk to

can’t speak to

can’t share secrets to

not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough

i’m not good enough

i’ll never be good enough

i’m never your number one
 36° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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.
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 36° 
putiira
I have already lived
several lifetimes
today.
 35° 
Em
my heart burned
oh it burned
a candle set aflame  
a bright light of gold
warm and full of life

but with no one to love it
and keep it alive
that fire died
and the world turned dark
and my heart turned cold

-you blew out my candle to wish for someone else’s heart
~e.m
im so frustrated at myself for being depressed, why can’t i just be okay for once not even happy just okay.
 34° 
Nicole
take every chance you get
every single one
cause right now
all i feel is regret
for not taking that chance
on us
I can now only contemplate the distance
from where I stand to where it glistens
the winding road ahead I forecast
brings myself the feeling of tense

the hesitant first step will always be the hardest
no idea exactly where is the ending
but here is me at least trying.
if you never try, you’ll never know
 33° 
Marissa Calderon
A relationship with me is much like stepping on a grenade.


Thrilling, terrifying. and bound to implode.


So, if I find another great love,
I will not ask them to grow old with me.


I will ask them to

implode

with me.
-
 33° 
Pooja Jajoo
You have to be happy yourself.
No one is going to make you happy until or unless you yourself is happy.

Everyone here in this universe is in their own zone, dealing with his/ her problem.

No one is bothered with what you do and how you manage it to do.

You have to make it on your own.

So just start working.
 32° 
Mystic Ink Plus
Let
Me
Die


As
An
Art
Genre: Abstract Inspirational
Theme: Immortality
 31° 
Chanel Tatum
ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀsᴜɪᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs.
ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʀɪsᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ.
ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ.
ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜɪɴᴇs ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏʟᴅ.
ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ!
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