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 367° 
Qualyxian Quest
Dear Soren Kierkegaard
Your writings pierce my soul

Hereditary sin
And I love rock n' roll

Went to Copenhagen once
Asked them about you

They gave me a tourist map
Graveyards for to view

I hope you and Regine Olsen
Are together in eternity

I keep reading you
Say a prayer for me

              Thanks.
 360° 
Eshwara Prasad
A single spark ignited the passion.
A single flaw extenquished it.
 237° 
nd
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now I'm 24 and had a plan to get married at 27

but life is crazy, my wedding is in 2 months
 185° 
the black-rose
god
we are all god looking through separate lens.
 125° 
Deidre Lockyer
In the morning of yesterday
There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together
Intent on each other, in whispers
I heard them say your name
And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little
And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer

Harvesting hearts and marigolds
The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe
Wanting an exploration of Souls
Oblivious, if we’re generous
But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention
And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal

I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall
I found you in the violin’s shadow
Dust and star tears are my witnesses
I love you
My joy and my abyss
I am trying to believe in a love for me.
 120° 
Eloise Rose
I suffer from an exhaustion where sleep offers no remedy
 98° 
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)
 92° 
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.
 81° 
Martin Boško
Of course, you can go
But I don't want you to
Of course, I don't have to know
But I feel I really do
Of course, we don't have to talk
But I will fall apart
Of course, I will let you walk
But it will crush my heart
 78° 
Lukas Troy
sick and tired of everyone's bu//$hit,
i don't want to be a side peace or a barbie doll,
i want to have a voice,
but i lost my strength and will to use it,
and i about to just say f^ck it,
and just be f^cking quiet,
only cry on the inside,
smile out side,
act happy,
with no hope,
no freedom,
no voice,
 72° 
Lucas Ennis
It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.
Just a little vent cause I feel icky.
 67° 
Bansi Adroja
We used to picture a life at sea
at the mercy of the waves
and the setting sun
lost under stars
drifting further apart
contained in a space
too small
for the tragedies  
told by aching hearts
We had a plan
 55° 
Hitherwine
I went  through
one of the hardest and worst situations in my life
without anyone by my side
So don’t you dare tell me
I can’t do anything on my own.
Do you feel it? The power of words?
 53° 
empty
youre the one that hurts me more then anything.
yet i love you more then anything.
this is old
 45° 
CAL
it's getting close
i just want to get away
hide me
keep me safe until that day
from knives and ropes
summer clothes and open graves
i feel as if i cant survive again
what happened a year ago this may
deaths are hard to really accept and to realize as the actuality of your life
it's been a year and i dont think ill ever really process that i lost my mom for good
 43° 
Anna Banthedana
Φίλησες τα τραύματα μου
Φύσηξες αέρα στα νέα μου πνευμονία
Και για αυτό και μόνο δεν χρειάστηκαν ξένη ιατρική βοήθεια
Παρά μόνο μια δική σου ιαματική μάτια
Μετά από αυτή την εμπειρία
Αποφάσισα να μετακομίσω
Μου πήρες λουλούδια για το νέο μου σπίτι
Που βρισκόταν στη οδό "απόλαυση"
Θες να μάθεις πού είναι;
Στην διασταύρωση της οδού 'εσύ' με την οδό 'εγώ'
Πρέπει να προσπεράσεις το πάρκο της ματαιοδοξίας και  να στρίψεις αριστερά εκεί ακριβώς θα δεις το περίπτερο της αμφιβολίας
Αν θελήσεις τσιγάρα μην σταματήσεις εκεί, είναι πάντα πήχτρα και ό,τι πουλάει έχει ακριβό τίμημα
Προχωρά λίγο παρακάτω στο ψιλικατζίδικο της αμοιβαίας εμπιστοσύνης μπορεί να μην δεις κόσμο εκεί αλλά η ποιότητα των αντικειμένων προς πώληση, είναι ανεκτίμητη.
 43° 
Diya
We are infinitesimal part
Of
What we call
Reality
A sliver
Of
Approximately nothing
Yet
So significant
That
The cosmos
Exists through us
And
Within
Us.
Stay safe <3
 38° 
Mykenzie
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
 35° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 34° 
dylan
i drink because it brings back memories
and memories bring back you
...
 31° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Early May.
Grass now green.
Lilacs bloom.
Red, yellow, blue
tulips supplant
winter's cold.
Warmer air
now through
her hair
fair and golden.
We kiss.
Robins, bluebirds
try out
their wings.
Skies take on
blue's hue.
Hope palpable
fills fields
once buried
in silver snow.
We know
wheat and barley
begin to grow.
Maple tree leaves
are being born
on only weeks ago
were barren limbs.
Spring sings.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
 30° 
Colm
The moment someone knows me
The moment someone sees
I exist
I am present
I am back to being me

And so I go where noone knows me
To where I'm openly not seen
To not exist for a few hours
Is such a blessing
Not to be
The January Lasts

It's not about non-existence. It's about getting away from the self without reset. It's about being... Refreshed. And we all do that differently.
 29° 
tenielle
maybe people are meant
to fall in love
but not meant
to be together.

i was coming to terms with this
only to find out
we werent in love.
i was.
you never loved me
you didnt feel anything for me
you tried to,
but loving someone isnt something
you can make happen.

we always said we were meant to be, right?
soulmates
perfect for each other
you said our love was pure
and real
and unbreakable.
look at it now,
its shattered.

falling in love with you
was the easiest thing
ive ever done.
falling out of love
will be the hardest.
i guess the [lovers] code has been cracked.
 28° 
labyrinth
Judging by its look
I’ll make a quick point
It seems no way to hook
And the world’s outta joint
 27° 
Eloisa
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
 27° 
UnitingWriting
The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
You’ve been hurt
You’ve been broken
And yet your heart is wide open
You think no one sees
You think no one cares
But that is really just not fair
Because I see
Because I do
My heart is filled by just looking at you
 27° 
zumee
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper

free

to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
 25° 
The Pidgeon
As my heart aches
Falls apart and breaks
I feel at peace
My emotions cease
I exist in solitary
Forever wary
Of things to haunt me
As I nestle into to a fir tree
I felt broken
I felt stolen
By the girl who
Whisked my heart askew
As I stare into my despair
I tell you beware
Of the heartbroken world
That is worse than the underworld
Endless darkness
Endless starkness
Nothing to feel
Nothing to conceal
That nothing is worse
Than the broken heart curse
 24° 
Allesha Eman
You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland
 24° 
Shwetha sb
Don't cry,it looks bad on you
Just smile,you'll be so beautiful as I ever know...
 23° 
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
 23° 
Joseph Zenieh
WiLL I JOIN HANDS WITH SIMEON?
I thought of faith and Jesus Christ
and toiled to reach a sublime state.
That state for me is supreme joy.
When l see Jesus, l attain.

I met a priest so dear to me
and talked about my joy and faith.
He said when Jesus was a babe,
His parents took Him to the shrine.

When Simeon held the glorious Child,
He looked at Him and thanked the Lord.
He said,"My God, You have fulfilled
Your promise of my jubilee."

Then Simeon was so pleased and charmed
as he saw Christ before his death.
I wonder if my joy of faith
will let me feel what Simeon did.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________
 23° 
Poetry Art
may you continue
reaching your dreams
even if sometimes
it is too far
even if sometimes
it is too hard
may you never get tired
of moving forward
may you live well, rest well, and love well.

to better days ahead,
poetry art
 22° 
Ainnoot
Attuned to the tune of a cosmic segment but
there’s nothing novel in my possession,
simply a puzzled mind and a broad perspective
that’s replete with concepts
and a dozen questions.
Sometimes I wonder if time will confess
to its intentions.
Does more await a quasars remnant?
Because I see where the dots connected.
I am receptive to the astral message
hidden among the stars ‘though if on this journey, I were ever to embark, I must leave the mind ajar.
 21° 
Deanne
It's my dream
My fantasy
I see what I want
I want what I see
It's my company
 21° 
Khoi
Real freedom
are intrinsically linked
to the freedom
of a bird of prey.
 21° 
putiira
To learn you
inch by inch
pore by pore
sigh by sigh
is the greatest adventure
I can find
 20° 
Gracie Ostey
I must let it be known
That I refuse to give any less than all my affection to the one I love
When I find them
And they find me
They will know the depths of my heart
And feel its expression of joy at their smile
And with open arms
I will give them warmth
Through good and bad
Through highs and lows
Through sun and rain
For as long as they will let me
And I pray that they will let me forever.
 20° 
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
True love knows no distance
You’re connected by the heart
Two souls emerging
So wherever you are
You’re always on my mind

Shell ✨🐚
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