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 1230° 
kathryntheperson
I'd rather live a lifetime alone,
because being a woman is so vulnerable.
We fragile flowers with beautiful petals
that everyone wants to pluck
it doesn't matter what the flower says
if their mind is already made up.
I could never trust another man
and god knows, I don't want to.
When all they've ever done is take from me
but for some reason, never you.
You took me by the hand
and asked me if it was okay,
you put me in the light
and for the first time I felt safe.
But, I did what I do best,
I went and I pushed you away,
so I'd rather live a lifetime alone.
because I can't trust a predator as prey.
 785° 
Mr Shankley
I banged my head too many times,
Up all the steps I didn't mind,
But up the steps I didn't mind,
That I banged my head too many times.
 689° 
lyn
loving him felt like listening to a song I never would know the lyrics to.
 350° 
Pio Jasso
Last night I arrived
moon-eyed
and silent,
invading you
with my stone
heavy feet,
and a face
drawn tight
like a dark star.

I covered you
in a smothering
blanket
of earth,
and sat
upon your chest
like an elephant,
weighing
you
down
with silence.

Then a night prolonged
began
its labor
of hands,
carving
into stone
your quiet tomb,
and
the universe
closed
its mouth
and spoke no more.

Then you heard
the most
frightful sound
of nothing:
no cars,
no music,
no laughter,
no nights,
inspired by fights:
just an immense wall
of silence
blooming
like
an ever widening
stain
of spilled wine.

If you could
pluck
out your eyes
tonight,
you'd be a starfish:
silent
and submerged,
blind
and waiting

for a strange hand
to lift you
up
and pull you
into
sound.
 252° 
Yasin
Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.
 250° 
MissNeona
My girl *****'d up on a Friday. Thor's day has been garbage night on my block for a while (thanks for the reminder) dawn breaks on through, hoppin' mad through looking glass and where the sky meets the lake, so blue, what're lies, n what be true, really the answer is tween me n u
 230° 
stillhuman
I look at city lights
in the distance
They flicker
but quickly come back
and I feel that someone
somewhere understands
while the night air
awakens my warm skin
It gives us hope
new life
I could be catching up on sleep, but the world sometimes needs to be admired
 167° 
kelly rai
So many times.
I have felt like ending it all.
But the wonderful chaos.
Compels me right back.
To go for another round.
Life is indeed addictive.
Why then after everything.
Do I want to still live on.
 89° 
B-rich
I’m a teenage,
Minimum wage,
American worker.

Tryna not
Go to the hospital
Cause my family will go under.

Why do we work so hard to live,
When living is already so much work.

I’m a teenage,
Minimum wage,
American worker

My mom said to me,
“I’m sorry baby,
but you can’t be a kid anymore.”
And she walked me through
Our house’s red painted door

I wish I had more time
Before I began this side of my life

I’m a teenage,
Minimum wage,
American worker.
 83° 
Shaylie
Is that you
Calling me from
Unknown numbers

Or am I dreaming
you gave me a word to hold onto
it got me through the night
felt nice for a while
but we both know this isn't right
keeping your distance is a crime
I know this by the hurt in my chest
someone's placed you here in front of
me as a torturing test
you've put a gun to my head and I'm asking to die
for the sake of being dead
what I would do for you to crawl out of her
and into my bed
 68° 
japheth
if ever

you don’t

feel

like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.
 64° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 61° 
Sindi
On a ferry
It feels so lovely and calm
Gently rocks like it will take forever
But before you know it you are asleep
And the tour guide is waking you to get off the ferry
Marie, que je sers en trop cruel destin,
Quand d'un baiser d'amour votre bouche me baise,
Je suis tout éperdu, tant le coeur me bat d'aise.
Entre vos doux baisers puissé-je prendre fin !


Il sort de votre bouche un doux flair, qui le thym,
Le jasmin et l'oeillet, la framboise et la fraise
Surpasse de douceur, tant une douce braise
Vient de la bouche au coeur par un nouveau chemin.


Il sort de votre sein une odoreuse haleine
(Je meurs en y pensant) de parfum toute pleine,
Digne d'aller au ciel embaumer Jupiter.


Mais quand toute mon âme en plaisir se consomme
Mourant dessus vos yeux, lors pour me dépiter
Vous fuyez de mon col, pour baiser un jeune homme.
 57° 
Neelam
His tall stature,
unflinching smiles
and assuring glances,

Wrapped around my soul
like a warm blanket,
Hugs that healed the wounds,
rare and intimate.

The father figure led me out
of cold barrenness
to eternal life.
 53° 
Grace Willow
Wrap me up in your words
Bury me in the warmth of you
Until I’m left with your scent for days
As I fall in love with you all over again
 52° 
Lyndsey
Sometimes
the best thing about being young
is things can still seem incredibly romantic.

Sentiments wrapped in sweetness
that have me gazing at stars,
checking the clock for 11:11 to send up a wish.

Some part of me,
only a fraction by now,
still believes that there's magic in the world
and maybe two people
can be made for each other in some capacity.
maybe happy endings do happen.

I was pretty sure
that the world was just going to keep spinning
the same way it always had
and that I was wrong
for wanting to throw it off it's natural course
but then you called me yours
and I found myself slipping.

Maybe,
my 11:11 wish for happiness,
my sentiments of sweetness,
my dreams of what could be,
would throw off someone else's orbit
but they fit perfectly in line with yours.
and so I cling to the moments
we gaze at the same sky

Because the best part about being older
is you know not everything is romantic
but sometimes they are
and that makes me believe in something.
I really struggled with a title for this one.
 51° 
ghost queen
feral hearts
lost in the wilderness
where once there was
there is no more
 49° 
ag
I broke too much
of myself
thinking someone
could fix me.

I should have not
turned myself
to pieces
in the first place.

Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.
 47° 
tranquil
Icarus flew high
eyes closed with a dancing soul
wings freed from body
the sun relented
embracing his essence
tucked deep inside a motherly core
a cozy womb for a lifetime's dream to rest
 46° 
Robert C Ellis
It's made of freight trains and monsters
And runs on alcohol in the night
I beg sunlight to burn it alive
But this mechanism will not die
 45° 
daphne
i have been standing here
naked and cold.
why won't you join me,
my love?
undress from your clothes.
i want to feel you
to know you;
all that you like,
all that you loathe.
come closer,
my dear,
spill out your fears.
tell them only to me.
i beg of you,
my love,
do anything but leave.
#trust #unrequited
 42° 
Umwari uwera
I cry for him
I wouldn’t dare lough for him
I crave him
I wouldn’t dare  sing for him
I dance for him
I wouldn’t dare  get on  my knees every night
And worship him like the
God he
Is
 39° 
shana
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 30° 
Yonwato
If I die young, do not mourn me.
Throw me a party
Wear bright colours to my funeral,
Make it a festival.
The world was dark enough,
Make my exit bright.
 28° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 25° 
jade
its never-ending torture.

you're in my dreams at night,
you've taken over my thoughts during the day,
i cant get a break.

but, maybe i dont want to
maybe, secretly, i like it.

maybe, just maybe,
im looking forward to it,
this never-ending torture.

it might not be so bad.
tysm for readinnnn<3333

(the title is a joke about the kit-kat slogan because it's "have a break, have a kit-kat"
 23° 
J
Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.
 22° 
Kyle Dal Santo
Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the Thinkers
The Quiet Ones are the Dreamers
They’re the heart seekers, thrill lovers, and love givers
They’re the heart breakers, story makers, and life changers
The best heroes, the worst villains, the most notorious saints and sinners
Their hearts and minds are largest of all (But they’ll never control them)

Beware the Quiet Ones, because it’s Always the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones will always listen, even when you won’t do the same
They’ll break your comfort zone, just to make you comfortable
They’ll never ask for favors or a shoulder to cry on
But they will always be there, hanging on every word and tear
They’ll sell their souls to save yours, sacrifice their minds to break yours
They’re the strongest, and the most broken.

The Quiet Ones don’t like to harm you, because they know too well how it feels... but don’t you hurt them.
They’ll always forgive and never forget, and they know how to aim for the heart
All they know is the past, and vengeance is their greatest weapon.
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones.
Whether the key to your heart or your greatest fear? The Quiet Ones will find it – Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the first to stand up, and the last to point the finger
They’ll stand up for anything, because they have nothing to lose.
They are the champions of love and hate, and if you hate to love them, or love to hate them?
That was their plan all along.
Your deepest plots or darkest secrets? The Quiet Ones knew all along. They’re four steps ahead of you – Beware the Quiet Ones.

They’ll never put you down, but believe they know how, because the Quiet Ones see EVERYTHING
They know what you did, they heard what you said - they were there
Their depth knows no end, yet they’re so empty inside

Their curses bring power, their strengths bring weaknesses
They’ll control you, even when they can’t control themselves
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones

Beware the Quiet Ones.
Kyle D.
 20° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 20° 
alupa
It was more like I was slowly sinking
deeper and deeper each day

You poured your love into me
And it drenched my heart
streamed through my veins
Soaking every single cell of my body
Leaking out of the pores of my skin
And dripping from my fingertips
To bleed into everything I touch

It flooded my chest
And filled up my lungs
Until it spilled out of my mouth
Trickling from my tongue
Saturating every single word I say

It flowed through every part of me
And eventually seeped into my bones
Making all that I am
Crave all that you are

I never fell in love with you
I drowned in it
 20° 
Ritz
She cried diamonds.

They ran down her cheeks in rivets.

Glistening under the moonlight, she cried diamonds.

They pooled at the bottom.

Looking at the mirror, she cried diamonds.

They fell, echoing in the silence.

She fell with them.
 19° 
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.
 19° 
Elise Jackson
i want to write of you
but i cannot bring myself to finish anything i say
writing about grief through grief
is hard

and you would think that it would be easy
since i've been writing for years
i hate leaving things unfinished

i try not to think of it often
maybe that's the problem

i freeze when i do
it feels like i'm the only one that remembers you around here.
 18° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 17° 
q
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
 17° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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