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I would gladly die a whisper
on the tip of your tongue.
I love it when I can feel you watching me

I love it
when I turn towards you to tell you a joke
and find you
already grinning at me

I love knowing that you like me
Even if you don't love me
Ivan Lopez
I want to spill in laughter,
not mimic all your actions
I want to feel what joy is
not dissatisfaction  

I want to say Im happy
and believe the words I say
I want to please a smile
not force it every day

I want to be a human
who's role isn't a play
I want to act all natural
not perform for a matinee
It is difficult to be myself in front of my coworkers or even strangers. Because I don't want to say that I'm fine or that I'm great or that I have no emotions like pain. Im suffering, I want people to know. But at the same time I never want them to be burdened by my troubles or fears.
To hold back doesn't feel smart
There so much in my heart
But to say it would rip us apart

Or am i just scared
Of your words
What's said cant be unheard

My gut tells me the truth
But it said aloud wont sooth
And probably wont change things but confuse

I want to charge into the sun
To make memories and have fun
Your cookie dough still not done

And I dont have the right to take
what's not mine, or cause it to break
I don't want to be a mistake

So I swallow it down,
I dont want you to frown.
It's a basic poem but my heart is in it
I wrote fantasies and I wrote about sleep
I wrote about demons and
how they danced around a fire in my dreams
I wrote about skeletons in my closet that suffocated me
I wrote about monsters that I rolled around with
In my sheets and when “I love you”
Used to sound sweet
I wrote until my brain stopped flooding and my fingertips began to bleed

       i wrote until it
          Became easier to
i remind myself
you can’t feel
a wound on your skin
as it heals
but little by little
it is

so the wounds
on my heart
must be the same

i should be patient.
even if i can’t feel it, it must be happening
You were the one to keep me safe,

Helped me get over my fear,

Pushed me to go beyond the limit,

Stopped me from crying,

Told me around, three billion times that I am beautiful.

You were the one that took my heart away,

Helped me remember what love was,

Pushed each other closer together,

Stopped my anxiety from getting the best of me

Told me around, five billion times that you believe me.
This is for you diane.
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!
I am in love with the way you avoid me
It reminds me of myself
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
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
Racheal Rodriguez
About what you could do with people
Is how you could
Do for yourself and love one.
There’s more in life
If you don’t take your
You will never know.
Life it self
About you have the control
Not someone else
Controlling your life.
Live , laugh and love.
Mark kenny
The vision of how a modern day poet is viewed
I can imagine you all bringing your pen out the view.

Don't be discouraged by the content of my messages don't be misinformed
Little bit of expression on my end I already sound like am misinformed.

Don't forget that I gave an interesting poem just now
Never relate with the new information I just acquired just now.

Back on the scribbling brick I really need a new desire
Modern day poet  I won't stop until I miss the desire.
I guess I don't do justice to writing the right way.
New Genesis
My intuition is metallic
My amnesia is epiphanic
My existence is enigmatic
My ideas are problematic
Katelyn Billat
I think of the nights in your car.
Watching the stars.
I pointed out the ones that fell,
While you watched me from the driver's seat.
One night I saw three,
Set ablaze by gravity.
I silently wished upon them
For it to always be that way.
You telling me such sweet things.
Making me feel wanted and understood.
Sliding your hands through my hair.
Fingertips dancing across my skin.
You didn't pay attention to
The falling rocks,
You watched as my heart fell
From the sky and right onto your lap.
You were the one person
That made the world disappear.
Now we're strangers.
You've hurt me like I've done to others.
Past pain floods in my ribs.
I suppose the tears
Are just the ones I owe.
It seems so simple and effortless to become a poet
Just write out your emotions and be vibrant with the pain through your words
Simple enough..
Now what about when you're trying to hide your adversities..
While trying to be transparent about your feelings?
Or how about performing in front of large groups of people..
While trying to detain your tears and imprison the pain
Is it still so uncomplicated?

Poetry is a gift..
Beda Flores
" I dream that i am in a garden full of red roses
and all of a sudden i see
a beautiful white rose right in the middle
and as i keep walking towards it
the rose moves farther away
and all of a sudden
i am in a place where
everything is just so perfect
and i know it's rare but
is this heaven or not"
Suddenly there was a loss of interest,
why do we insist upon gratification.
I suspect we are limited
by our own realities.
We sleep while the dreaming’s good.
Until a force awakens us,
then we sleep walk
through our nightmares.
Until we realize
we were never asleep.
Traveler Tim
You stand there and laugh
At your pedestal  
As if you’re better than me
But are you?

We both come from dirt
And will be dirt.
Michael John
it seems so la di da
but a poet is born...
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.
i did everything
for you
so now
i don’t know me
John Dewberry
Cop it
Conversations aren’t bits
Tantalizing me with empty promises
Of what could be
Only for me to find myself in a situation
Where I’m forcing you to engage
Despite knowing that that’s not healthy
Is this disparate... perhaps
Am I? No

I’m overthinking
Trying to understand women
You will never ein
Yamuna Turco
I wish
I wish I liked STEM
I perpetuate the stereotype,
women studying English,
and art,
and languages

My love of the arts,
and the humanities,
Is regressing women's history

But it is my right
My right to study art,
and languages,
and theatre

Women's empowerment
And fight for equality,
is so I can study humanities,
and Tiera Fletcher could study rocket science
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
tina kimi
she's tired, this one is
worst than the previous
foul breath and a strong
whiff of yesterdays laundry
she knows, she deserve better
but her future nearly lapsed
and knows her children
deserves much more
Butch Decatoria
Break him down, then build him up—both requires strength.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
The sky falls every time I see you.

The sun reveals a no man’s land.

Where hearts once plentiful have all been broken

swept away into an endless sand
sandra wyllie
of you second-guessing me
he said. He sounded perturbed
on ever word.

I’m sick
of your rage
he told me before. But if he
lived the violent life I had
he’d have some rage for sure.

I’m sick
of being lovesick
over you. Sick of you making
promises that you never kept. Always
saying that you’d be there –
then left
fighting to get back
a semblance that was

I’m sick
because I relied on you
and then
you broke my heart

I’m sick
of being sick
and never
getting fixed!!

And I'm too sick to start!
When I try to understand,
The knots in my brain tighten just that little bit more.

I'm sorry we failed you.
From the day I told her I was crazy about her,
She did all to hurt
Fell in love with a mutual friend
To keep me at bay
If only I had my way
I would make it end
Not their relationship which is hot,
But my love for her
Cos I'm I bleeding for nothing
Bleedingfornothing Lovehurts
Last Day from First,
Going backwards in Life My head is Ready to Burst,
Always Memories from being at My Worst,
I See No One from the times I was at My Best,
Does this Make me Blessed ?.
There are many things I find beautiful:

Boys who love flowers,

children laughing,

flower crowns.

Drawings on wrists,

shimmery eyeshadow,

dainty jewelry,

worn pictures,

hands covered in acrylic paint,

but all the while,
nothing can compare to you, love.
For you, are the greatest beauty of all.
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
Sometimes I wonder
If I’ve gone too far.
Stepped out of my place,
Reached up that extra inch,
Or ran that extra mile.

Sometimes I have,
But usually,
It just becomes a wonderful conversation starter.
I always wonder this for two firsts with a friend:
When I first swear,
And when I first make a ****** remark or joke.
(Dark humor is usually acceptable for ppl my age if the previous is ok)
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