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 715° 
wordvango
Who hadn't loved you
In time, perhaps
Like the wall in the painting
Faded,
Far from the window,
And the shine
On the pearl
In your ear remained,
"I"
Am colored still
With your
Glow
 441° 
Morgan
Kicking my heart down the sidewalk
Like a pinecone you stumble upon,
kick by accident,
but then it becomes a game...
 395° 
Emilie
the clouds continue to amaze me
edges of silk and cream
i used to want to lie down on a cloud
fall asleep, and dream.

now that i’m older i know
that i’m unable to nap on clouds
to float in the smooth luxury
is to fall on the cold, hard ground.
when i was younger, i could easily expect things to work out well. now that i’m older i feel the need to worry about every result possible.
 290° 
Ava May
help. help. help. help. help.
i’m going to be a “coward”.
i’m done.
 268° 
Sarah
her head always hurts

its filled to the brim with undetonated shells

or asteroids that just missed earth

or anything that should have destroyed her


every time she survives an accident
her head aches more


so she dreams of disasters

she wishes for tsunamis

she begs for war


her brain is a minefield
and she is dancing on it
 240° 
larni
it's almost as if i'm too scared to love you
because i expect deep down you'll leave me
 205° 
Ineffable
I don't know what's worse,
The pain of losing you.
Or
The pain of saying goodbye
Life is nothing without you, we're going to make it. I'm sure we are.
 125° 
BeLoved
As I sit here on the bitter edge of seventeen
I daydream about the time the grass were green
I hate the way your love makes me act like a fein
Do you even think of me.
Happy birthday love,
 122° 
Arianna
"... a life timeless stirs,
                              blurs:

strange arms, strange hands —
                              a familiar touch;
strange face, but I know you! —
                              a voice recollected
with a prickle of fear and trembling.

In a few forgotten words,
countless years converge
                              outside of Time,

and Curiosity thrills,
writhing with the lives and deaths
of Almosts that never dared to Be..."
 121° 
Kanishka
I didn't feel like writing today.
I was afraid I'd say the unsaid.
I dont wanna face the truth,
I dont wanna give up on us.
Why cant you come back to me,
And be the way it's supposed to be?
But alas I'm a poet. I must write.
 120° 
sunflower
To love someone, is hard.
It feels like someday everything will grow apart.

To love someone, is precarious.
It feels as if the world will end and I'll fall down.

But to love you, is ethereal.
It feels like watching the sun sets.
Slowly and all at once, out of sight.

To love you, is surreal.
It feels like watching the flowers bloom, in winter's cold.
Almost impossible.

To love you, is a blesssing.
It's like watching the brightest star in the darkest sky.
Igniting the light in me.

And to be loved by you, is an honor.
It feels as if I am on top of the world.
Witnessing only the beauty and grace the earth keeps.

I love you, my only one.
With every inch of me.
For when I love my boyfriend too much.

ㅡ n.s
 101° 
Johannah Jeanty
Finders seek;
I seek to find
That which I lost
And lost my mind.
I'm at a loss
Now that I've gained.
Insanity's fancy,
Mundane's plain
I had the best intentions
today
my daughter turned 27

I made her favorite
cannoli cake
added **** tincture
came out great
I
licked the bowl
and now
I'm baked

guess we'll celebrate
tomorrow
I'm to high to drive
Haha
 83° 
Olivia Daniels
People are like Pokemon
and I'm the trainer.
This time it's my story
being played by 7.8 billion people

Unfortunately,
I appear to have broken
a max repel in my backpack
and everyone keeps
leaving, fleeing or disappearing

I guess I'll catch the few
that stick around anyways
*This poem has been claimed by Nintendo for copyright*
*We're sorry for any inconvenience"
 73° 
Asiah Mangham
I told myself I liked peace
but the chaos is exhilarating.
I run from problems to let the animosity build.
I keep quiet to infuriate.
I plant myself in equations where my presence isn’t wanted.
Anger fuels the quiet
Words drench the flames
 64° 
Anne
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.
 63° 
Niki Gray
Pain is better than numbness,
because at least I can feel
my life not just move through it.
Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry.  Also a thank you to all my family and friends that remind me to be the best me I can be.  Thank you Sheela, Courtney, Christian, Favour, my daughter Sydney and my son James.  Also, a big thank you to my husband Jim.
 63° 
thesa
'don't be afraid
show me your darkness'
you said
'only the light is easy to love'
 62° 
Shadowhollow
Dark hair or blonde ?
Brown , blue or green eyes ?
I’m not sure that matters
As long as you look like
               The one
 61° 
Diana
Why do we naturally close our eyes
When we kiss
It’s as if it’s a reflex built in our genetic code
Eliminate one sense
Sight
And all of the others must heighten
Touch
Taste
Smell
Hearing
In order to compensate for the loss of one
So when we kiss
We want to taste the other
We want to feel the other
We want to hear the other
More deeply
More closely
So
Close your eyes
My dear
 60° 
Aquilla
It’s not suicide
Just impatience
I’m tired of waiting for the answer

~aquilla~
 59° 
Lila Timberwolf
Love me deep
Love me true
And maybe I will give you coconut
From my hips too.
 58° 
Napolis
I would travel
far and
I would reach
for your
open hand,

and talk
search amongst
your eyes,

for secrets
and questions
of your
heart that
have long
been unanswered.

and we
would wonder
still under
Dakota skies,

and sigh
in this friendship
of silence.

no expectations
or hidden
agendas of
childish blind
faith.

and our path
would be blessed
with many
footsteps of
trust and
patience,

like the wind
blowing
across your
face gently
to kiss your
lips,

and I would
be one
and you
would be
two.

destinies

that in
this moment
have come
to rest
in each other's
eyes.

and breathe.
 53° 
Cassia
Perhaps one day I'll look up and see
The same stars that you do
But for now, I'll settle for
That strange light in your eyes
Du du du...
 51° 
Caroline
I am a tiger and a fawn.
The she-wolf that screams to the moon at dusk
And the meadowlark that whistles to the sun at dawn.
I am darkness and I am light
Flipping my tangled hair to the cascading stars at night
Lifting my hands in prayer, releasing the morning birds to flight.
And I will protect them,
These birds of freedom.
I will carve their songs
Deeply into my heart
And set aside a space
Where the cruelty of this world
Cannot, ever, tear them apart.
So laugh my little children,
And sing your songs of glory,
You are safe
You are heard
And you are worthy.
 51° 
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.
 40° 
Hg
wri
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threading
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thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
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 40° 
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.
 38° 
Em
Taking deep breaths doesn't help me.
Replacing you with meaningless people doesn't help.
Distracting myself with friends doesn't make all of our memories disappear.
Missing you doesn't go away.
 37° 
Jackie Mead
Shadows on the floor

As children and dogs explore

When its late, shadows no more
Today playing with Roman in the garden chasing shadows :)
 37° 
Mind Da Hed
Someday

I would read this poem

written on 3:22

and realise

that I like you no more
 36° 
Sam Clemens
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
 34° 
Zenlcaudell
trying to remember what you said
i wish i could just forget instead
living for love is never easy
living in pain was just fine with me
 33° 
Ginger R
It gets cold at night
I close my eyes
Try to see
The loved ones who've left me
Faces growing dim
Tears creep
Down my cheek where they seldom
Fall
Fists clenched
Heart tight
For its been
Too many a night
Since I've seen
How their eyes shine

Too many to count
With one hand
Forgotten memories fade away
To return in a frightening manner
Unexpected
Dead people like trying to haunt me, I guess.
 33° 
teju
I see everyone,
but no one sees me.
I hear everyone,
but no one hears me.
I touch everyone,
but no one touches me.
I know everyone,
but no one knows me.
The invisible me!
 31° 
hannah
Sometimes
On a sticky morning
Where the sun
Won't stop shining
And my head
Won't stop wondering
The next best thing
Is a tale as old
As time
This is nice and all but it's really just my way of saying that I'm listening to Post-******* again.
 31° 
alex
what do parking lots
and my heart
have in common?

they both feel so much bigger
at five a.m.
opening up.
 31° 
eloïse
his kind of love was the kind of love that you got excited for nothing.

it was the kind of love that you had with your best friend ; an evergreen kind of love.

his love was the kind of story that had no ending because there were too much to tell.

but,

his love was also like a bottomless ocean.
you need to be careful,
or else you'll drown.
 31° 
Sarah
Scattered books and pens
A noose hanging from the roof
The ink running dry
First attempt in Haiku,
I wrote it a couple months ago during the final exams.
 30° 
Theia
on your last day
the sun was shining
and big white clouds ran across the sky

someone held you tight
and told you, "i love you"
admired you
and cherished you

on your last day
all of your love poured out

you inspired
and you soared
you lived
and you died

your love remains
always
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