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 2753° 
Emma
boundless trust erupts,
naïve like a child’s bright gaze—
chaos whispers loud.

choices carved in haste,
fragile bridges left to burn—
echoes haunt the heart.
Although mania brings with it joy energy and hope it also comes with haste bad decisions. I tend to be too naive and unpredictable.
 687° 
Nishu Mathur
I coloured my world today
my hands smeared in pastels
canary yellows
ripe peaches and cardinal ochres
pink from a flamingo sunrise
a passionate cerise

Splashed
an array of feisty blues
a flamboyant turquoise
a topaz tango
a twinkling periwinkle

Streaked it with
beams of gold
contoured lilac smudges
lavender tipped edges
in custard pineapple floats

Splattered emeralds, toned pistachio
fern greens with swift finger strokes.

Tempered it with
muddy crusty earthy browns
rock coloured sandy mounds
reined in royal purple
the sensual blaze of a flaming sunset
the dark indigo of a gloaming sky
agate drops a few
a silver sliver of a crescent new

I coloured my world
with my eyes
my words
my fingers, hands
my hues
....just the way I wanted to
Old poem
 462° 
Sweety Kumari Sah
From mountain peaks, a river flows,
Its silver dance in sunlight glows.
Birds sing sweetly from morn to night,
Their melodies are a pure delight.

The soft wind wraps in tender care,
A gentle kiss, beyond compare.
It stirs the heart, sets spirits free,
A glowing touch, a harmony.

In nature's arms, a soul takes flight,
Glowing gently, bathed in light.
A timeless bond, serene and true,
The world's soft beauty, embracing you.
from a real experience
Me
I’m always forgotten because I’m never known.
They see me and my concept,
what they believe it is,
but they do not take the time to know me,
my insides and fillings,
my laughs and tears,
my thoughts and words.
I’m always forgotten because they never care enough to notice my light,
or my lack of one.
Superficial gifts and smiles
all at once in one Christmas night.
I’m always forgotten in their brains,
like tasks that no one wants to do,
a person no one wants to know.

Closer to new years now.
I’m always forgotten over the summer.
I exist,
lax and blurry,
because they don’t remember me if they don’t see me.
Every person creates a different image,
except no one actually knows me.
They just see.
They watch.
They imagine.
And they create.
Me,
in their brains.
But its not me anymore,
because a me doesn’t exist in anyone’s mind.
Not even mine.
I’ve never written before so this may be little rough, considering English isn’t my first language. Hope you can read this and if you would like, give me a little feedback!
 317° 
Kai
My body seems uncontrollable
However, I'm always humble
Movements I cannot decide for myself
Words I cannot decide if I want to spill it out of myself
Jumping around all the time
To the point it feels like a crime
Then having a sugar crash
Sadly, not like the monster mash
Legs moving for no reason
To the point where it feels like a **** sin
It hurts
It hurts
Yet, I'm so addicted to this feeling
It's so appealing
Almost as if it were a drug
But it's simply just a stomach bug

Moving till I can't breathe
Moving till I break my feet
Head is spinning
Dreaming...
...I want more...
But I can'̶t̶  handle anymore
I want more
Muscles are tensing against my skin
My flesh feels like a trash bin
Until my skin burst
That's definitely not the first!
Movement is like the electricity
Supply for the city
While I'm the TV
Part of the city





I don't want to stop
Stop
STOP!!
I don't want to stop!
Why should I?
Look me deep in my eyes
Why should I?







Laughing as I dance around in my room
Not ever messing with my broom
Peak insanity crossing the road to my home
Introducing them to their new home
Uncontrolled movements as I rush
Grabbing my hair brush
Brushing their hair until my wrists breaks, blood leaking out of my wrists
My wrists
Looked like they were practically cut in half
Just like how my body was cut in half!


Tired
Drained
From all the pain
Yet, I can't find the remote to control my body
Help me find my own body
It's uncontrollable

It hurts
Please, it hurts
Put me back together
I'll be able to be controlled if you put me back together
I'll give you the remote control for you
You can do whatever you want to do
Just please, it hurts
It hurts
It burns
BRO I WAS TRYING TO MAKE SPECIAL CHARACTERS FOR THE POEM TO LOOK COOL AN OMINOUS BUT HELLO POETRY **** DI- AND WON'T LET ME ADD THEM ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ
Take my blood, take my sweat, take my tears,
I will still be pushing through these fears.
not giving up.
 257° 
Esther L Krenzin
imprinted on my heart
in minuscule cursive letters
are three words
that sweep courage off its feet
lingering at the roof of my mouth
clambering over each other
to be let out
out
out
swallowing them is futile
so I whisper it instead
"I love you"

Esther L. Krenzin
 223° 
Jack Groundhog
Fifty years ago, the future came,
built in concrete, tile, and bright lights,
underground station, undergirding the fame
of this city, adding to its manifold sights.

Now the future’s a place that smells of stale beer,
barely lit by futuristic lamps in disrepair,
wallpapered in graffiti, strewn with gear
of the pale homeless who’ve made this their lair.

They, like this chipped, grimy, forsaken place
are left in the dust of our dreams’ mercury pace.
Inspired by this photo I took of a semi-abandoned pedestrian tunnel system near the Berlin trade fair: https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lfxjtrxss22h
 203° 
David P Carroll
Romance whispers tonight
And love is dancing all through
This starry night and the
Starlit sky above binds our
Dreams in silver threads
Timeless pure and true oh
I've falling deeply in love with you
And our love will forever grow
And with every heartbeat
A rhythm of soft whispers
Whispering I love you it's true
And my own love song it's
So soft and powerful just for you
And our hands intertwined and
We walk the paths of our hearts
Safe in each moment as
The sun bows to us feeling true love
Deep in our hearts as the twilight
Whispers secrets in the dark night
And in your gaze I find my one true love
Tonight.
Real Romance 💖💖
 182° 
Andi Leigh
An unexpected
Crater

Can devastate
Places

Once
Called home.

We can shape
A new life

Right in
The center.
 181° 
RMatheson
Are you there?
If so,
it's less.

And you say don't plant flowers,
then wonder why we have no garden.

And you say don't call you by name,
then wonder why we've become strangers.

And you say don't give,
then wonder why we share nothing.

And you say don't speak freely,
then wonder why meals are so silent.

Are you there?

Are you?
 165° 
Barbara R Maxwell
You and the lights of Paris
Walking along the Seine
Holding hands
Taking in the beauty
Of the moment
It’s sublime
Admiring the lights
As they glimmer
Like diamonds
Creating a mood
Of love and romance
Never wanting to let go
You and the lights
Of Paris
Forever entwined
In the threads of life
And love
Always
 147° 
Eric Bergeron
I don't do new year resolutions

This year.

I want to love myself a little more each day.
I want to learn to be soft and gentle on myself, the way I always tell others to be for themselves.

Sometimes, I want to simply exist.

Other times, I want to make life happen

This new year,
I want to change.
I want to grow.
I want to flourish.

I do not think the world is truly ready for my transformation,
But I am, so here we go.
 140° 
Ankur
I wait for her gaze to meet with mine,  
Lost in the stare, I cross the line.  
Her eyes, like forests, draw me in,  
Her smile, a trap I can’t escape within.  

The words I’d speak stay locked away,  
You’re far too distant for me to say.  
I can't be yours, the fear is strong,  
Silence keeps me where I belong.
 137° 
s anne
are you listening to my muttered cries?
questions spilling from my brain like an oil leak.
can you give me an answer? stardust from your lips.
I want to know you. do you know me?
feel my life draining. heels digging in the dirt.
this is it, my love. don't worry anymore. I love you.
 124° 
Donall Dempsey
WE ARE EACH OTHER

I slip into your gestures
as if

they were my own
the ones I loved.

Adopt that certain tone
that could only mean

Brian and
your "Alright...Bud!"

Your voice
walks inside my head

I listen to the footsteps
of everything you say,

Here I adopt
your smile.

Use it as
you would do.

The kindness in your eyes
reflected now in mine.

See? Sometimes even I
forget your death

by becoming you
bit by bit.

You live inside me now
and we still exist

as brother
to brother.

The one grown into
the other.

Outside a new day
blossoms into being.

Walk with me as one.
My eyes will see for you.

A time that can be
never known by you.

I tell the dawn
your name.

This is
my brother.
 122° 
Aahana
I can't have piercings or tattoos because I'm scared of having something permanent in my life.
It's not about piercings or tattoos.
 107° 
Mikhaiel Shah
Hard to breathe
Hard to see
Hard to speak
Hard for me

Cannot breathe
Cannot see
Cannot hear
Drowning deep

Don't know where
I could be
I feel fear
In the sea

I look above
Bubbles leave
I hit the ground
Here I sleep

My oxygen
Now deplete
Here I lie
Under the Sea
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 103° 
Lex
I yearn to rip open my chest
to expose my heart to you
in it's most vulnerable state.
I can only hope you don't mind the blood.
 99° 
hsn
frozen still in silver secretion
forever perceived in a million
concepts; a story engrained, and
it goes...
art is interpretive and doesnt have a concrete purpose
it is up to the viewer to interpret the story behind all
things regardless of the artists intent
 99° 
Emery Feine
DOG
There is an exhausted dog following behind
Guilt seeps down his flowing mouth
He's falling asleep, he's going blind
He'll never make it down south

He whimpers for better dialogue
He begs me for energy
But I am that dog
And that dog is me
-.. --- --. -- --- ..- - ....
 94° 
one of you
i dont know how to
be better than i am now
but i got to try
 92° 
Noa
The last act of love I did
Was to let you go

-N.T.H
 89° 
Peter Garrett
Gazes magnetically meet
Across the crowded room
A slight touch of hands as we
Pass through the hallway
I steal a kiss when
No one's around

P.s. no one can know
About a girl I hurt a lifetime ago...
 72° 
Nat Lipstadt
~For Lila and the others~

there exists
a subset of us,
those who
for whatever reason
do not write,
but “just” repost
other’s work

Above see the word
Just
emboldened
for this selfless task
is justice inherent

For this act of bringing others
to our over constrained attention is an
action of justice,
or more profoundly
doing away with
injustice  of
our human limitations

We could spend days entire
pursuing the works of others,
but life and the extraordinary demands
of writing anew, when the spirit is upon us,
are oft unable to spot, isolate, and
highlight
capture
the best of the rest,
and bless those
who reorient our eyes
away from our own bounded rivulets,
to the tried and truly,  away from
habitual familial familiar good stuff,
but bring us revelations of gems,
caught within the mass maskings of missives that grows hourly, exponentially to
out attention,
to reorient
our attention,
to their filtered selections

Let us say in unison then
a blessing of gratitude
to The Reposters:
*Blessed are You, Adonai our God, Ruler of the Universe, who has granted us life, sustained us, to give thanks to those who enable others, to reach us this season
Tell me, who's most at fault?

Me; for believing you?

You; for doing whatever it took to fill up your loneliness?
 59° 
Dennis Willis
Maybe
i wanna write a poem
that i'int
jus uhnother moan
all 'bout
bein alo-ne
an ahbe
bulowin' 'atat
 57° 
Left Foot Poet
i place my head beside her thigh
as if to sleep in her warmth,
I say Twosday,
she says,what?

I repeat, Twosday,
Yes, she say, it is,
pausing to consider
and connect
my dots:

Ha, you’re writing a poem!

“head connected to my thigh bone,
drawing from within me,
the necessary ingredients to
inspire, perspire,-and respire
this agglomeration of the
in and out of your surroundings
contacting pulses”

I think, ah,
she’s got it,
but all I say and
state with definiteness,
by repeating,
and  breathing out

Toosday,Twosday!
in blue writing
as if
it is important
you see
 55° 
Påłpëbŕå
याद कर वो दिन जब मेरे दीदार के लिए तेरी आंखें तरसती थीं,
मेरी बेपरवाही पर तेरी वही आंखें आंसुओं से बरसती थीं,
न जाने आज फिर वही दस्तूर है,
मिल गई हूं तुझे तो फिर वही आलम है,
उस आग में मैं अकेली ही हूं, जिसमें कभी तेरी मोहब्बत झुलसती थी।
 54° 
Igor Vykhovanets
Left! Right! Left! Right!
You go left, I turn right.
Zombies heed grotesque oration,
Mocking nature’s grand creation.

From the left, a clown is preaching,
Soon a brighter world beseeching.
On the right, a jester’s vision
Guards traditions with precision.

Politics—a foolish play,
Few can see through its display.
Both the red-haired puppets’ gold
Feeds the farce that’s bought and sold.

Genocide’s decree is clear,
Carried out by vermin here.
Change the puppet—same old game,
For the beasts remain the same.


In Russian:

Буффонада левых и правых партий

Левой! Правой! Левой! Правой!
Ты налево, я направо:
Зомби слушают уродов,
Что противно всей Природе.

Слева клоун ложь вещает —
Счастье вскоре обещает.
Правый шут блюдёт традиции.
Тот иль этот в оппозиции.

Вот политика тупая.
Только единицы знают,
Что одна у рыжих касса,
Коль отринуть все прикрасы.

Циркуляры геноцида
Исполняют эти гниды.
Победит другой — сценарий
Неизменен: гады в паре.
 54° 
Sia Harms
It is so exhausting.
Being cheery. 

Acting okay.
I am okay, though,
Aren’t I?
I have no reason
Not to be.
Do I only feel
This way
Because people
Think I do?
 52° 
Chuck Kean
Gender Road

        Well I was born in the sixties
The decade of Peace and Love
I grew up in the seventies
There was KISS and God above

I’ve heard about The Stairway To Heaven
And about The Highway To Hell
I knew about the two Paths and that
Trouble could land me in Jail

No one ever taught me anything different
There’s Girls and Boys
I was told about the Devil
Of his deception and ploys

I stopped pretending at age nine or ten
It was Black and White with no Grey
I’m not trying to be funny but I didn’t
Even know about the Gay

I’ve always been kind and respectful so
Forgive me I can’t handle the new Inode
As I try to walk to the Stairway to Heaven
Don’t force me to Go down Gender Road

Written By:Charles Kean
01/17/2025
 51° 
Kushal
Seasons change.
Time goes on.
The morning dew will fade away,
And shadows form.

Blissful snow,
Paint intentions so pure.
The sun will glow,
And waters run furthermore.

Setting sun,
Darkness settles all around a waning moon.
Roses curl,
The world falls asleep.

When suns rise high again,
Will flowers bloom?
About love, life and time. The beauty of it all, even when it's fleeting
 51° 
Mrix
My morning eyes
Get their shine
Looking on their smile.
World has billion of lives
In mine just two resides.
Rollercoaster life
Becomes fine
When they are along my side.
Want their lips to always smile.
Bullet or bullion:
police and politicians,
neither is better.
 49° 
Lucy
One day, I will finally meet you.
One day, I will be able to speak to you in person
One day, you and i will hold hands
one day, you and i
one day, you and i will be toghter
wether that be in a starbucks, or in paris.
i will be there.
for you.
always.
This one is dedicsted to my partner.
1/18/25, 12:05 am
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