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 284° 
David P Carroll
This love is so beautiful
And true and it our
Love makes us stronger
And all I want to do
Is take your hands
And tell you
I love you.
True Love ❤️❤️😘😘
 267° 
Sarah
Why do I crave
Your attention
This late at night
All I need
Is your breath
In mine
To stay alive
 250° 
Kyle White
You are not a martyr
You're not a knight in shining armour
You're a serpent, eating it's tail
But who's the snake charmer?
 250° 
maria
I lost you
in your undecidedness
you lost me
in time
you lost me, I didn't want it to end but here we go
Written on December 09, 2021
dark the day came

even with the sky

real blue.


the helicopter flew over.
 189° 
Shevaun Stonem
The masterful stroke of an artist’s hands
Comes from broken fingers and cut wrists
Hands that have been dragged through hell
And rested in heaven,
That creates real mastery.
 188° 
Thewallflowerguy
Look closer
Even closer than you are noww
Do you see the cracks?
Do you see the inherent sadness in my sweetness through them?
Do you see me being put together or do you see me crumbling?
Am I falling apart or am I healing?
The sun that kiss
The sky that miss
The wind that blows
The way you do
The world we live
And all I love
The smile you do
My heart that beats
And flows on you
Indonesia, 9th December 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
 103° 
Martin Boško
Life outlined by higher power
Just few friends, without a lover
Mind that doubts your every move
Talent that's not self-doubt-proof
Social anxiety that hinders your story
A lust for approval and unattainable glory
Afraid to talk, afraid to be seen
A picture of future that's but a dream
Nearing an asymptote of self-destruction
Unable to perform basic human functions
A coupe of rhymes, and just a "fine friend"
a crater in heart that requires a mend
What can you do? These are cards you were dealt
But where is the fire that your mind will melt?
 72° 
Jennifer Powell
You
and I hope that every time
your mouth moves
to make the sound
of the first letter of her name

somewhere

deep down

in the back of your head

you hear my name instead
 59° 
Jme Love
Fear is a lie
Im afraid i love this ****
But love is an illusion
It cant be seen
Only felt
Afraid to live in fear
Afraid of the lie
But love
I love that ****
 48° 
kristian
oak
fall has fallen
autumn has descended
deception of brown tinted landscapes
depression

melancholia and melodrama
blissful
subtle breeze
hair wet
 44° 
Travis Green
I could’ve kissed you once more
To taste the juiciness of your lips
Marvel at your sleek, muscled physique
Bewitching chest and abs
Warm, gratifying biceps and arms
The fragrance of him so absorbing
His appearance, so attractively solid, exotic, and sensual
I could’ve held on to him infinitely
Feeling the magicalness within his grand mansion
 39° 
John Destalo
I was falling
for you

the feeling of
being weightless

the sky and
the ocean are
blue

like your eyes

your eyes and
Einstein’s brain

are the depths
I can never reach

but I will drown trying
to reach either or both
 33° 
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)
 31° 
internetgirl
you'll always be
my favorite reason
to lose sleep
 28° 
Jen
Never seen
Eyes more true,
Until one day
I laid mine on you.

Knew your smile,
Your voice,
Your touch...
Before I met you
That faithful day.

If this is love,
Then I never
Knew what it was
Before.

If this isn't right,
I don't care,
I never
Wish it to end,
Only for it to
Begin.

To pretend tonight
That you think of me too,
And trust deep down
In a story of love.
The pain of love and wishing for it in reality
 28° 
rhiannon
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
lying
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
 23° 
Sam
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
 23° 
Frances Raeburn
JR
Your heart
my friend
is the purest thing
in my lifetime
I will ever see
 22° 
Denxai Mcmillon
I have always had a fear of heights.
I was reckless when i was young
skirting the edge of my fear while laughing
I never knew where it came from
It's still here as an adult but I think I figured out why
I always knew that falling was bad
Off a stool down the stairs
out of bed
I always knew falling was bad.
Today,
I think I know why the small child that built me
Hated heights
I wanted to jump
If it hurt enough everything would stop hurting
that fear of falling is still bad
But it's the fear of falling not because I want to plummet
But because i want to stay grounded
its still fear but because for the first time it's self preservation
 22° 
Kierra
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
 19° 
Thomas W Case
It's the continual
opening of the
eyes that disappoints,
not that sleep brings peace,
but it's the momentary
reprieve from life's
clenched fist, and
it's ruthless apathy.

Life is a toss of
the coin,
a roll of the dice.
Often, it's snake eyes.
As a kid, I always
thought that everything
would be alright.
Now I see the
randomness of
it all.

I'm always trying to
get back to Eden.
Sometimes, the
dreamer in me
forgets the futility.
The banishment is
forever.
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Check out my Youtube channel.
 17° 
haysia
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.
 17° 
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.
 17° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 17° 
Grace
i know regret
and it tastes very much like grief
i know love
which, often,
is the same colour as relief.
 16° 
A Dead Poet
At sixteen,
  I knew the beauty of life,
      poor, hungry, but full of affection and tenderness,
I never suffered nor cried; until I met you.
you taught me love,
     pain, sadness, tears,
         when you left
             I learned of longing. . .
take me back to sixteen, b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶. . .
 16° 
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
 15° 
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
 15° 
graham
i have grown flowers out of the marrow of my bones
i have harbored seeds from the blood that flows
i have created skies from the pain in my eyes
and i do it all for you,
my wildflower
 15° 
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.
 14° 
Brooke
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
 14° 
Grace E
I blazed
I burned
I poured my soul into this vocation
My heart was on fire
That’s what they told me
“We’ve never seen work ethic like yours”
But the thing about burning
Is eventually,
You get burned out
 14° 
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
 13° 
Jade
I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it
 13° 
Elaenor Aisling
The terrain of your loneliness falls under my hands
soft as cinders in a snuffed fire
We have both burned, in our way
and under my breath
Embers ignite, the soft glow
And incandescent heat of our palms, tenderly met
Lanterns in a grey sea
we light as beacons
For our lost ships
calling them
To safe harbor.
 13° 
Mark Oslo
they left the door ajar, lightless, and the heavy darkness swallowed us whole
yet i could still see you with my hands cupped around your face
the cold wooden floor chilled my spine but the fire in my chest burned me up
you were all that is new, the autumn i never had
a feeling like a fever dream that's at the same time the clearest there was
impossible to name and even more to ignore
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