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 628° 
Aubrey
Let it end, now
I break the connection between you and I
I remove your power over me
The trouble is I care too much
And so I have let you rob me from me.
I let you take away the words i wanted to say.
The things i would've liked to have.
The things I need.
I'd like to say I don't care for you
But I can't help to care.
You promised forever.
Silly me.
It's human nature don't you see
Well for me it is anyway,

You,
I don't know what you are anymore.
A.
 500° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 440° 
Chloe
Your expression didn’t change
It remained empty
Even when I gave you a smile
 383° 
Loser
You have officially confirmed it.
I am a monster.
Now its not only what I see,
But its what you see too.
 328° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I'm tired of losing sleep over you
Still I'm lying here
Wide awake with the thought of loving you
 250° 
Skywlkr
.WE.
.NEED TO.
.SPREAD THE.
. WORD .
;

.W;LL.
.YOU HELP.
.TO CHOOSE.
     .L;FE!.
      .X X.
    .X.
  .x.
..;.
Suiside awareness
There's a real epidemic out there
The past year has been so many Lifes lost
Through so many things that if there was better ways to handle and more awareness
We could help save alot more Lifes so... But the semicolon symbol is a sign of awareness by a group (semi colon tattoo awareness) look it up share!!!!!!
 240° 
Bummer
My dad said that I should be with you,
While I was still with her.

Why did it take me so long?
 213° 
Gretchen Lynch
I don’t think
I’ll ever be good enough
 204° 
Kyra
Roses are red,                                    
                        ­    violets are blue,  
        no one saved me                                              
                                  no one saves you.
 141° 
Renn Powell
and when i lost you,
it allowed me to become someone new.
 140° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 93° 
Mia Mcdaniel
They are gone but still here.
They are gone I feel their presence.
They have left but still stuck in me.
You have left me on this world with pain and guilt but your presence is still haunting me.
Afraid of the dark afraid of being alone I am lost.
 93° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 85° 
ArielMarriel
I was thinking
to write a book.
But then I thought
it’s too much work.
And if I did write a book
would anyone read it?
(Unless I paid them to have a look?)
Lots of books out there already that nobody’s reading.
 83° 
Dennis Willis
Unless we can eliminate
all the DNA

As long as there is DNA
Things will always get better

That's what it does
May trash planets

And heaps of itself
Along the way

It will
Find a way out

Of here
and take us

it's poems
along

to recompose

Now
Then
Better
of course

Or have we
not seen it yet

Play
in safety

The Chinese boxes
of reality

Confound me to beauty

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Call me heartless
if it helps you feel better

keeping me locked in a memory
of bitterness
dragging my name through the dirt
as you tell the next girl of the one
before

I can keep your kisses pressed
against my heart
and pretend the sweetness lingers

if it makes you feel better
be cruel and not kind

I don’t mind
 75° 
Mysidian Bard
Two tear-stained petals
now lifeless upon the ground,
asking why they fell.
 73° 
Donward Bughaw
Ilang buhay pa
ang katulad nilang
makitil,
magkulambo ng tabla
at matabunan ng lupa
na nilinang at pinagyaman
nang mga sariling kamay at pa?





©2019
Para sa naging biktima ng Negros 14.
 64° 
Angelica
light, joy, pure, smile, free
electricity

shock, clash, change, crash, blow
flames of evolution

dark, bitter, cynical, faint
the crashing waves of rain
yeah
I've been broken since the beginning.
Like a seed you found in the trash,
and planted in a dark room.
Deprived the warmth of a mother, like the sun
and sprinkled with attention like water.
I was put into the hands of someone,
with black thumbs.
Denied the fight denied the chance,
dead at first glance.
 61° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
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t
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 56° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 55° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
 49° 
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.
 49° 
Sophia Alvarez
as the sunset blooms so is my love for you,
limited, the time did flew,
across the cold breeze of midnight air,
that is not enough to see you clear.

the time ticks as if it strikes ten,
all of this will end,
nine-thirty strides and you walked to me,
you bowed then we danced in a romantic medley,
but after five minutes,
we seperate our paths but then after that i'm free in your grasps,
how thankful i am for that memory,
the memory of that midnight dance
the memory that i will treasure the most.
 48° 
Mark Upright
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36)

Edmund!


a friend mutual on HP
sent me your poem below
asking me to respond appropriately,
close the tale, he said,
and that I would understand,
thinking by being marked,
I had some expertise in the matter

perhaps you are unaware that the world
exists only because there are at least thirty six^
righteous men on the earth and
personally believe,
there are more

who they are, a well kept secret,
but secrets tend to leak so...

only one,
Mr. Edmund,
employs a dozen doughnuts
(chocolate frosted)
to follow through
on the most important
commandment human
love thy neighbor
with a dozen holies

I’m told that like certain loaves of bread,
a dozen doughnuts
now have along with
wine and water
a place in the repertoire of the selector of the
thirty six

which needs noting,
a dozen
is 1/3 of thirty six

sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!


<•>
Edmund black
Jul 15

My Perfect Morning

The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
          Morning

I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
     Always gives
                    ALWAYS
^Mystical Hasidic Judaism as well as other segments of Judaism believe that there exist 36 righteous people whose role in life is to justify the purpose of humankind in the eyes of God. Jewish tradition holds that their identities are unknown to each other and that, if one of them comes to a realization of their true purpose, they would never admit it:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tzadikim_Nistarim
 48° 
Maddie
you
I've made many mistakes
but you
will never be one
no matter the pain
you caused me to feel
 48° 
Chantell Wild
You unravel me
as we travel down
these highways of love
Quite unexpected,
this flight, this dove
It has flown deep
from the heart of me
into the unknown
and in spite of my fears
I will own this part of me
that is you.
Set you free, bird.
Fly true.
 47° 
Maia
I love you
Like the day loves the sun.
Darling I know,
I shouldn’t live
Needing you
When you shine
Unaware of my light,
But I do.
So I flew closer
And as you left me
In this night
I burned for you.
 46° 
Aleena
I experience many things from the world
I see the trees so high
I see the suns light
I see the clouds so fluffy and deep
But i also smell
I smell the dew from the yard
I smell the grass so green
I smell the water and the rain
But I also hear
I hear the birds chirping
I heard the rabbits scurry
I hear myself praising
The lovely world you made
Just for me
 45° 
lmbf
Dear me,
Your whole life is out there. It's just waiting for you.

Even though your life is still short, you've done so much with the time you've been given. Can't you see? You've written endless poems about friendship and love. You've lived in many places too. Even though it did affect you a little bit, you still did your best to make lasting friendships, despite knowing that you might only have a short time to spend together. Others might have just kept to themselves if they were in your place. And though you got hurt at times, your heart never became angry towards the world. The way I see it, that's the attitude of some of the strongest among us.

That's why you shouldn't be hurt if sometimes you don't get the things - or the people - you love the most. It only means, they weren't right for you...yet. What will be given instead, in time, is not what is right but rather what is best for you. Just trust in it.

You are stronger than you think.

Yours,
lmbf

-

Originally written in Tagalog.

Nandiyan po ang buong buhay mo. Hinihintay ka niya lang.

Kahit maigsi pa ang buhay mo, nakagawa ka na ng marami sa oras na binigyan ka ng ating Diyos. Di mo ba nakikita? Nagsulat ka ng maraming poems tungkol sa pagkaraon ng kaibigan at sa pagmamahal. Nabuhay ka sa maraming lugar. At kahit ikaw ay naapektuhan ng kaunti, pinilit mo pang magkaraon ng kaibigan, kahit alam mo na baka maigsi lang ang oras na kasama mo sila. Magtatago na lang ang mga ibang bata kung palaging ganyan ang sitwasyon nila, katulad sa'yo. At kahit minsan sinasaktan ka, hindi kailanman naging galit ang puso mo tungkol sa mundo. Sa tingin ko, yan mismo ay ang ugali katulad sa mga mas matapang sa ating lahat.

Kaya, huwag kang maging malungkot kung minsan hindi mo nakukuha ang mga bagay - o ang mga tao - na mahal mo ng sobra. Ibig sabihin, hindi pa sila bagay para sa'yo. Ang ibibigay na lang ay hindi yung mga bagay, pero yung tamang tama para sa'yo. Tiwala lang.

Ikaw ay mas malakas kaysa sa tingin mo.
Summer Freewrite Sessions 2018 // A letter to myself. i realize now how much of my work is centered around sad topics and felt I needed to remind myself of a few things.
 45° 
EmVidar
gb1
When did
my dreams
drift so far
from yours

-em vidar
 45° 
Ciel Noir
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
 44° 
Maddy
so succulent
is love as it leaves your mouth

but how bitter and rancid it may be
when it tries to force its way back in
 44° 
Ainnoot
2U
I am an addict
in need of saving
you're my heroine
 43° 
Nettie
Do you ever feel
Like
   you
      might
         be
            falling?
Do you ever think
                            That
                         you
                     won't
                   be
             able
          to
      get
  back
up?
Fight that feeling
A
n
d
And take the
                    st
                    ai
                  ­  rs
                      to the top floor.
i wanted to try something new. Hope you like it and can read it! :D
 42° 
Andromeda
I love watching
your playlist stir
from songs about me,
to songs about her.
music speaks words
 42° 
Vanessa Viniegra
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
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