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Torin Galleshaw
she moves to me
whether in a picture or sat against the sea
as a cloud she floats gently above me
the currents and the streams
her neck where sections sit
the way her necklace rests ever so delicately
her soft brown skin
through all this land
she moves to me

she is
sunshine on a crystal morning
and pearls

she moves to me
whether its a mirror or stood against the sky
as the music the cosmos makes in our silence
the stars and the planets
her neck where moons beam
the way her necklace follows her collorbone
through all this space
she moves to me
whether its gravity or we as entangled particles
and we are in every moment as we are together
our quantum dancing
her neck where time begins
the way her necklace falls so gracefully into place
through all this time
she moves to me

I kiss her just below her right ear
and I know now is everywhere
and everytime is now
the sun and the moon
the spiral galaxy
the walls that hold in time
I kiss her just below her right ear

she moves to me
whether its the wind or impossible odds
as the dreams we hold dear and our hope that keeps us strong
our faith and love
her neck which i caress gently
the way her necklace seems to retire when she does
I kiss her on the eyelids
she moves to me
tiny speck of dust
accumulating water
falling from the sky
We are but dust.
Keeping the cycle flowing.
When I go to my old poems
I find your love
The love I forgot                
The love I hated the most.
Tabitha Lee
You know when someone says
"I love you."
For me it is hard to believe.
If you got betrayed more time then your own fingers
you would too.

When my own lover says
"You matter to me."
Why is this hard to understand for me?
Why is so hard for a lifeless corpse like to understand?

It is because my life is hanging on by a thread
Because I knows how to tie a noose when the time is right
But never goes that way because I prefers pills

But when someone says
Nexus Sammy
Dear you its me
Its been a while since we talked
I know sometimes life gets hard
Sometimes things don't make sense
Nor do they add up
Sometimes you feel like giving up
Sometimes you don't feel the will
You feel like death is calling
But you keep pushing
I want to assure you I will never leave you
I will forever be beside you
I will motivate you
Untill things get better
And definately death do us apart
I refuse to heal
from wounds that still bleed.

I owe you no more
then what you have taken.

I remind myself,
that its OK to be angry...

But for how long?
Nolan W
A newborn spirit cries in my cradle
An uncorked spirit falls from my table
Innocent Spirit claws at their cable
Renew my Spirit I am unable
Christina iguala
she said let me take your hand
I laughed and said
I'll never surrender myself to you again
Andres Martinez
I don’t believe in luck
Everything you do comes full circle
With that said
I owe you the world
Take my hand instead.
If you don't heal what hurt you,

You'll bleed on people who didn't cut you.
Diya soni
You can't throw me  to the wolves..
They come, when i call !
I am covered in skin
Much like you are
Cells keeping all my veins and parts inside
The thin yet strong barrier between me and the world
And yet with all this skin
Not an inch of it belongs to me
Some is his
And his
And his
Some is for the media
And a little is for her
I feel their hands on me
Ripping me apart
Taking their shares
Until there is noting left
Nothing to hold the veins nor parts
And I come undone
The gift of light that I experience in you is oiled by a love that I know is true.

Captivated with hope renewed, I am resolved to listen and then make a move.

Revealing the answers to my aching heart, I am awakened to stand up and take my part.

Savoring the sweet pearls of love, I recognize as the song of a turtle-dove.

I am released and quieted at the end of the road. I am empowered to let go of a tedious load.
I wrote this after having a seemingly endless drought in my spiritual experience.
ross murdoch
sometimes, my darling
the hardest thing that
one can try to overcome
is simply, oneself
sometimes, my darling
you have to lose everything
you once held close
before you can begin anew
sometimes we are broken
right to our very foundation
heartache is like a cancer
you have be strong
even when it seems hopeless
you have to be brave
even when it seems pointless
and you have to believe
that you deserve that happiness
You’ve broken my bones
Every other day
You’ve left me alone
To feel this way
You’ve asked my worries
To avoid your own
You’ve no guilt that hurries
To make itself known

Because you’re you
Regret hardly exists
Inside your head
To the confines of friendship
To the confines of marriage
And the confines of all else
Never ailing for what we said
Yet I hardly exist

I am alone
And utterly detached
Meandering through the means
Inside my head
Never forgetting what you said
Listening to my vague plight
Opening your eyes to the closed mind
Varying degrees of comfort
Every other day

Whether or not to trust-
In words said, actions done,
To the confines of today,
Heart-wrenching conclusions-

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.
The Red Woman
i want to write about a
specific person
but putting him into
would be like trying to
I don't know you but
I'd love to make your acquaintance
Standing in the rain
So I can finally
See the sun

Nice to meet you but
Something's tearing up my insides
Teasing white lies
About how I'll
Do it wrong with you

I'd love to be
Happy in your eyes
Savvy in your smile
Never saying goodbye
To your face in my mirror
Is this about self love? Invisible demons? My non-existant girlfriend? Beats me.
moon child

Elf Drop Soup
summon me an approach to be spread across their cemetery
to load there stress to believe fresh through there falling leaves
talking to the hand behind a tender need that bleeds
Treasure the approaching wave at the baseball game
falling embrace to clean savor each abundant
hit the balance accord that bleeds
trader Joe, pay attention to its art that cleaves

Savor the amount that bleeds
around the force that leads
Jack Frost in the forest slim
my one condition lies arbor sleeve
one slip of a bananas bleeds
Elf Drop Soup...

face on the mark of toxic sleeve
Hmm I've only got a
few likes today hmm maybe
my writings not good

Why am I even
writing what's it's all about
What's the point , I only feel

anxious now , deep breaths
Now I feel silly why did
I write that , oh jeez

heart beating feel sick!!
Then my self doubt passes and
I'm back to lovely

place again! Self doubt
sure can grip me making me
feel really down! But you

see writing helps dig
through negativity , am
I a poet or not

Maybe , I'm not sure
But I'm much more too , I'm a
wife a mum a sister

a friend. I've wrote my
heart out for five years now non
stop to be honest

But now I'm in such
a lovely place of content
I'm living happy

Of course I still get
life stresses hit me and yeah
I get negative

But one thing I can
always rely on is my
passion for writing

It helps mentally
to keep me strong and focus
May it come from my

heart or mind or once
in awhile I like to write
stories , fun fun fun :)

I'm slowing down now
Gone and got myself married :)))
Tis so wonderful

Children are growing
up fast , there leading there own
life's more every day

So I'm finding new
hobbies to keep me active
Life changes happen

But to write , will be  
in me always , tis part of me
it's just there always

So to all who love to
write have fun dry those tears up
Find your happy place :))
Have a lovely week ahead :)) love to u all xxxx
when you said
“she’s the love of my life”
i didn’t hear it
i felt it

and it felt an awful lot
like a shattering heart
Aquila Venatici
I went to the library
and gathered flowers from its garden
to leave in the cement vases
of forgotten soldiers monuments
that they keep
in their front yard.
in that moment,
i felt alive.
it was raining.
i wish it would keep raining.
I am the element of storm.
peonies make me happy
Penguin Poems
If want was water,
I would be drowning, my head under completely
and my oxygen quickly depleting.
If confusion was cold,
My fingers would be numb and I wouldn't even
have a coat to ward off the freezing.
If youth was you,
It would be slipping away by the second,
And I can't get a hold to stop it.
my air is gone,
I'm shivering to the bone,
and can't keep a hold on.
But, this is only a poem:
I know I'm not suffocating, subzero, or slipping.
But I can't help but feel like the more I write,
the farther I get from reality
and the closer I get to metaphor mortality.
Donall Dempsey

She switched off the moon.

Plucked out the stars.

A little dog barked
as her scream scrawled:

“This time life has gone...too far.”

She took an overdose of sleeping tablets
in her big bright red car.

The day withers
that was once in bloom.

Petals fall
in an empty room.

The moon wept.
The stars cried.

Life was for living... Life lied.
late at night, i lie awake
thinking of things i should have said
all the mistakes i've made
and signs i should've read

then think about what i can't live without
you, front and center in my mind
sometimes it feels like halfway love
almost, but not quite

still, parts of you make me whole
who i am and who i need to be
i think of love letters that weren't torn up
feelings of blue and green

when i'm without you
blank page, artless innocence
i realize how dependent i've grown to you
and feel the need to create a distance

sometimes i look up at the purple sky
and wonder if you're looking too
i gaze at the colors and the beauty of it all
though its beauty would never compare to you
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.
This would fall apart
if not for your adhesive
keeping it intact.

Xaela San
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
sandra wyllie
I close my eyes real tight
so, it’s him I cannot see
and dive into my mind
you are there
and when I scream
he thinks it’s him
that broke the rafters
and the beams
that woke the neighbors
soaked the sheets
and when I climb off
I lay back
and smile
and so does he
Catch me if I fall
Lift me off my feet
Loyal through it all
Without you I am incomplete

Fix me if I break
Make me feel loved
Let my demons escape
And clear my blood

Get me out of the blue
Never disagree
These were the things I did for you
But what did you do for me?
Toxic people
Are we toxic?
Hello I say when he calls
He turns to me and says, goodbye
I cry because he doesn't want me
Does anyone?
Maybe not, but at least I can try
I'll stay here, when when I don't want to
I'll be a good little girl
Though I don't feel that way
I feel torn and broken
Sad and alone
But here I'll stay
To try to find the day
When I am free and loved
I dunno, but here
Rangzeb Hussain
It was spoken, at the birth of time,
And the purest of words it was,

The Beloved's eternal message,
Humanity as one, love for all,

In those summer days of light,
The message was mercy,

Speak, and smile, say the words,
Sing of the song of peace,

Once, at the birth of time,
The Beloved cradled us all.
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
Searching for happiness in everything
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.

                          ­     p

writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.
why does it have to be like this?
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.

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