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Flowers bloom
Feelings fade
Left alone.
Bury me beneath a pile
of your empty words
So they are not too heavy
for me to rise again
Vargov Saikia
you are that moon
which no eclipse can hide...
You are beautiful ❤️🌈
Evan Stephens
Tuesday night and
you've accepted
the proposal, yet
under the chandelier
of mistaken fireflies
you half-smile,

a drawn curtain
that I can read
enough to worry,
to feel
the body
move away.

The rest of the night
is a sharp nerve,
& gray fingers
of a fog slip
down the street,
thin and ashamed.
I want it to stop

I want to be happy

Together Forever

Never Die

      or at least grow old

Not die from your angry hands

But I'm dizzy and breathless now

      How your smile used to make me feel
            Now it just you
            Now it's just the pain


            I love you anyways
I discarded my heart in the dirt
Buried with my pain and hurt
Follow my idol the punk Kurt
The craft of seeing

What could be


And making  

A possibility
It’s the deeper meaning of things
that makes them valuable
like the memories or
the feelings for someone
With a gentle voice
            Like blankets

    Midst stars from flowing ceilings
      With residing smile

          Into blackness of fear
     Unbeknownst no more

   What a joy it is
         To be a joyful sunset
     In the day of your child's life
She asked, "Why do you always look so
It rendered me speechless.

Maybe it's just the bad posture, or lazy eyes
drooping to the floor, or the feeling
of being surrounded by people
in aimless conversations.

I don't intend to tell her. She doesn't know.

That owls are nocturnal
because they desire to avoid
the abomination that is the morning.

Flight over fight.

Everything is happening
in split-seconds. I'm afraid
there is no evidence
to these memories.

I need sleep.
burnt out.
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
jonas ernust
And the best are about sandwiches and windows. The words do not care about me and I do not own them
Lillian May
quiet down now, 'cloud whisperer',
don't you know these fits fade fast
don't you know these delusions of power simply will not last?
the sky does as she pleases
the sun shines as he may
all the pleading,
all the crying,
won't matter anyway.

sorry to say, 'cloud whisperer',
you know your magic isn't real
you know that all that's come and gone will do so as it feels.
the here and now will slip away,
and tomorrow's coming quick
all the wishing,
all the whining,
won't change all life's fun twists.

so quit your rain dance,
put down your spells,
and stop your silly chants.
take a breath and feel the drops,
learn to love this cruel romance.
“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”
marc eero molchan
some sort of order
in my life
all sorts
tranquility sea
sky red Sun
aloft birds ringing
merry meant
chances are
we all
need one
to take
care of
The pursuit of purpose is vital,
It is the pathway to fulfilment.
Each person has their own unique calling
Here's a simple thought –
Imagine you have private jets and cars (sweet eh)
You wouldn't fly a jet to a nearby store
And you wouldn't drive across continents
Each vehicle will be used for what they
were designed for & what they are best at.
If you (no), when you find your life's purpose,
Live it to the fullest unapologetically.
Midnight Locke
I wish we could be together
Life wouldn't allow us to be old today
Like flowers that bend together
Bending their little heads

The mirror carries a reflection
The sun loses interest
Flowers bend with time
As sure, as mirrors never lie

The governor drinks his coffee on the terrace
It starts raining as the wind circles
Tomorrow is promising
As the promises of yesterday

I have many miles through ice storms
But, flowers bend with time
Not the wind
It's the sun keeping them warm

The mirror carries a reflection
But, flowers bend with time
But, not the wind
Life runs away each day
melanie jackson
pearl upon
my cheek a spa
rkling gem sits just
under my light grey
i told myself
that i was gonna get over her
i know it’s better for us both that way
but i saw her today
i saw her laugh at a joke
and my heart nearly burst
i miss seeing her laugh
i used to make her laugh
i messaged her after school
and we talked
and joked
and smiled
and i wish it was more than that
i don’t even know if it’s still a crush
or if i just want to date her
on the principle that she was the first girl
that i really really liked
but i don’t think that
i just like the concept of her
when i smile just seeing her walk by me.
What you call
imagination, Dear
I simply call it
Bubbles are forming
As my breath leaves me,
Ripples on the Surface
As I go underneath.

Deep in the Sea

The sand glitters
Pears glistening
Hidden wonders sparkle
Running through my hands.

Deep in the Sea

Blue is no longer blue
Shades of black and purple
Begin to seep through
And confuse my vision.

Deep in the Sea

Calls from creatures
Songs from sirens
Rushing of water
Reverberate inside me.

Deep in the Sea

I lose sense of me
Becoming nothing
Yet still something
As I float aimlessly.

© Sofia Villagrana 2020
With your words
The Knife.

Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.

A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.

Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof...  I wrote this one a while ago...

(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
Connor Payne
Knees grazed, eyes a dash
Standing there about to crash
Help me please, I don’t cry out
I’m not quite sure, what this is all about

My head hurts, uncontrolled plunder
When will it stop, I begin to wonder

The reflection in the water, is not what it’s cut out to be
The reflection in the puddle, is the one and true me

I don’t want to be
I don’t want to be

Let me be you

I want to be
I want to be

My dreams don’t come true
Petulant in her bedrock,
Serene in the eyes of the crowd,
Alas! Oblivion but not.
i never take advantage
of being able to
peer into your welcoming eyes because
it reminds me that in the midst
of dark
there is always light
and i feel your heavy heart
but tender hand tighten in mine
dreams and reality
we blur the lines
in actuality
yet everyone confuses
love with lust
but it's clear to see
the way you stimulate my mind
you were meant for
and there's no place we'd rather be
Alexa Genesis
past is a memories,
memories that planted in your mind forever.
memories is a lesson to change what is present.
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
joe machetto
her head against
the window
eyes shut
as if absorbing
some cosmic litany

as if sculpted there
by Gods

blush of nape
curve of breast
willow of limb
cloaked in history
of shattered raincoat

as i turn into streetlight
i notice a gardenia
in her hair
and wonder what
she might have looked like
as a little girl
under a summer sun
in a place
so very far
from here
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
I think we're
too young
to be talking
about life.
Donall Dempsey

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

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.
Molly Elizabeth
If I had know that I was going to write a poem about you I wouldn't have
If I known I would fall in love with you
I would have never met you
And if I had known how much I would hurt
I would have already been dead

But that's not the way that it works, is it?
We are to find love
Find pain
And everything that goes with
But I never wanted this I never wanted to feel
I hated it so much
You hated me so much
But I can't do much about it now,
Can I?

If I had know
I would never had felt this way
I would have never had my heart leap
And jump out of my chest
If I had known
So much would be different
And you would be long gone
S t a r i n g
I n
T h e
M i r r o r

F i n g e r s
O n
T h e
T r i g g e r

E y e s
L o c k e d

U p o n
T h e
P e r s o n

L o o k i n g
B a c k
A t
M e

R e f l e c t i o n
A n g r y

E y e s
O f
D i s a p p o i n t m e n t
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
Jason Adriel
it is difficult
to take a deep breath
inside a crowded room

to keep going
fully realising
you may never be enough

for yourself
for her
for anyone

to know you may never be enough
I hate that in all my dreams and fantasies I’m someone else,
I hate that I believe for me to be happy I need to be someone else,
I hate that i feel like I can only have you if I’m someone else.
Hard truth, self love is harder than it’s made to be.
im willing to let you hurt me, if it means you’ll stay
i don’t think im okay anymore
Nicki Langley
Today I looked into your eyes like I do every morning
Like I have for the last two years
Except this morning was different
For the first time I saw nothing
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
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