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 1428° 
sara
I'll see what I can make
out of the leftovers I have.
Although, it's never too long
until the milk turns bad,

until a love turns sour
in an online second;
since, an online minute
wastes a real-life hour.

But in a snap-shot moment,
I can find life for weeks
on my stash of sugar truths,
until I forget to eat;

forget to breathe;
'til I don't even need to sleep
because the lovehearts on my photos
sing those soft melodies.

And despite the fact
that often I can't sit at ease,
somehow this perfect madness
always tastes so bittersweet.
a poem about the addictive nature of social media
 410° 
Mohd Arshad
Beware of your own negativity
It's very sharp and has many edges
 340° 
Beverley Lynn
A new moon is seen as nothing but will go through phase after phase to build itself to a full moon, and repeat his cycle. No matter what phases we can admire its progress. Everyone loves to tell the moon of its beauty and presence.

Why is it that I have to be whole to be beautiful, can't we admire my progress.
 339° 
Noah Clark
Living an unhappy
life with fake smiles.


A cowardly way to
avoid your trials.


Much like hiding
behind brick walls.


Your simply not living


at all.
Don’t hide, attack your problems,
head on
 285° 
Adreishka Luciano
Powerful
Kind
Intelligent
Talented
Patient
Selfless
Loving
Worthy
Beautiful
 250° 
Makayla Jordan
it’s okay to cry.
but don’t let the tears stay so long they burn.
 250° 
Just a Man
This place is a run down, poorly lit bus stop on the wrong side of town. You're stranded at birth and die waiting on the bus home.

It suits me just fine.
 228° 
Dominic Thompson
Are there times when you feel alone?
Lost in the world with nowhere to go
As if you have been cut off
From any and all forms of communications
With the outside world

And then the feelings come
The feelings of dread
The feelings of no escape
As if you are stuck inside a submarine
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean
Watching the slow descent

And your heart
It pounds for freedom
It yearns to feel free again
Free from these shackles
That are ripping at its strings
And crushing it to oblivion

That pain
It's like no physical pain
There is no morphine for it
You can't drug it away
And it hurts
It really does hurt
 205° 
Mark S
~ her tears
   gathered in the
cracks of my heart
    that had broken
  for her
~
 202° 
Uanne
i don't know you
yet I hugged you.

i don't know you
yet I kissed you.

i don't know you
yet I planned things with you.

i don't know you
yet I chose to stay with you.

i don't know you
yet I spilled my heart to you.

i don't know you
maybe i don't know myself too.
 196° 
Amanda
I am always feeling sad and lonely
Since I left the world has been blue
I feel as alone with him
As I usually felt next to you
Written awhile ago
 181° 
Rori Helsley
Just a cut
just a scratch
what’s that mark
it was just the cat
just an excuse
just another lie
what’s with the bracelets
just fashion why?
just a tear
just a scream
why were you crying
just a bad dream
But it’s not just a cut
or a tear
or a scream
it’s just one more
until it’s not
until you die
 177° 
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
 166° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
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get
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 149° 
R T Dawn
I tried to say
“I love you”
but the words caught in my throat.

I think I still do.

But every time I go to say the words they fail me.

Because every time I try,
I remember that even you
painted me
a shade of monster.

And try as I might,
I can’t get away from
the bite of your words.

So forgive me.
I think I still do,
but I can’t say that I love you.
THIS WORLD

Wouldn't this world be a beautiful place; just contemplte !

If sow we would, seeds of fruits, that we daily ate.

Imagine oranges, Chikoos, mangoes hanging from trees, along the road.

Banana plantations, gauva, custard-apple trees on every boluward.

The colder places would have apple,  apricot, peach, cherry avenues.

This way, our villages n towns would be loaded with fruits, flowers n veggies.

Every coast, coconut groves, jackfruits would have all around.

Deserts filled with date palms would, if Arabs, date seeds drop could.

I love to imagine a world like this, lush green and so rich yet serene.

Be it man, beast, bird all happily in peace, coexist would.

Thought this fills me with pleasure, which I just cannot measure.

Lord, bless this beautiful Earth, so that a paradise it becomes.

With vegetation , now oxygen rich air,  will automatically come.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
 130° 
Jessica
It’s okay
You’re my friend
I kept your hoodie
That I slept in
It’ll stay in my trunk
Where I threw it
The night I gave you your shirts
And your jackets
I couldn’t give them to you alone
I told her to stay
I knew you’d want it that way
My heart is laden with missing you
As I wipe my tears away
With the sleeve of my jacket that resembles yours
We were too much
too quickly
Letting go isn’t easy, but it’s necessary.
 124° 
Satsih Verma
A feel of inner
kiss. Premonition shatters
the calm of blue lake.

The blooms of cotton
tree caress my face for a
comeback of spring.

I know the distance
between you and me will not
cover the bare legs.
 121° 
Leo Janowick
The Sun sees me at my best,
  but the Moon....
the Moon knows all my secrets,
  and loves me nontheless....
 117° 
Ciel Noir
My soul
Is bright
Like a kaleidoscope
Shine a light inside
And find
A labyrinth
Of rainbows

My soul is dark
Like the midnight sky
Look deep inside
The darkness
Is shining
It is full of
Light
 113° 
imai
She controls her laughter,
lets it slip from the edge of her mouth,
the corners of her lips lift ever so slightly,
then, she makes a sound,
seamlessly, her fingers graze my thighs,
smoothly, her eyes meet mine,
and in her eyes, I see my reflection—
aflame, abashed, and fiery,

She is the answer I’ve scoured the world for,
and yet, she, herself, remains a mystery,

Ah, I see,
She controls her laughter
as easily as she controls me.
“Your brain must've been going a mile a minute!”
The incubator monitor said.
   “Yes,” I agreed, “my brain was rapidly obstructing
justice & concealing income.
   “Do you ever get lonely?” The incubator monitor asked.
   “Only when I'm incubating!” I chuckled.
   “Oh, I get it,” said she while adjusting my
incubator to desert bake.
this is where i write my words,
words of angst,
words of depression,
words of imagination,
words of me,
words of you,
words of what i wish,  
words of what is,
words,
words,
words,
words.
 89° 
ayame
sorry for bothering you
with my nonsensical feelings
maybe you were overwhelmed
maybe i should just stick to
                                    dreaming
some clip on pockets
a good advertisement source
some are clickers, pens
 77° 
Fọlá
Come, fly with me.
Soar, get high with me.
Have faith. Take a leap.
Let me take you on a trip.

Just Breathe.
Let the good stuff kick in.
Let it bring peace to your being.
Let us revel, in the greens.
 77° 
Janna
There's a hole in my heart

A void in my mind

A deep desire for nothing but want

A need for something like fun

Adventure and thrills

Seekers and pills

Falling into a blackness

So dark I'm turning blue

Such stark it's only true

Helpless and innocent

Forgiving and iridescent

I bond with strangers

Act bold, I'm not the tamest

I am stuck, so stuck

I don't know how to get out of here

This place, this room, this hide

This mask, this facade,

This glass, this wall, this broken bridge

It is all burning up into flames

Watch it, sink

Down it goes deep into

Black Waters

- soulwriterj
Written in a state of fragility and lostness.
IG: @soulwriterj
 65° 
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
 62° 
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 61° 
Madison
Treat me like a **** game
And I'll make you regret playing.
 60° 
ArrowBird
The sweet, soft rain
Pit-pattering on the rooftop
Keeps the beat
As you sing to me
The most beautiful song
Of your love
 60° 
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.
 54° 
JV Beaupre
Dreams curl away,
Eyes blink open, toes wiggle.
It's morning, ready or not.
 53° 
Rekha Nur Alisha
she was a box of
cigarettes, waiting to be lit
but would soon run out

of light, of time,
and of you
 52° 
Audrey L
so scared to hurt people feeling,
so instead i hurt mine.
 50° 
PandaPao
#11
Wala nang lumalabas na salita
Di na ako makagawa ng tula
Pinipilit basahin ang sarili
Ngunit walang tugmang mapili

Alam kong dapat walang ganito
Pagpiga ng damdamin para sayo
Diba dapat natural lang daw
At hindi magtutunog mababaw

Pero mahal bakit ganito
Bakit biglaan na lang huminto
Dahil ba nabasag ang ideyalismo
Mga makalumang aspirasyon ko

Pero mahal wag kang mag-alala
Mabubuo ko tong aking talata
Katulad ng Pag-ibig ko sayo
Gumulo lang isip hindi ang puso

Di ito hihinto tumibok para sayo
Nandito lang ako lagi para sayo
Ako nang sasalo sayo mahal
Pipiliting maging sagot sayong dasal

Mamahalin kita ng buong buo
Hinding hindi magkukulang sayo
Kaya tatapusin ko tong sulat ko
Pero hinding hindi ang pagmamahal sayo
 48° 
Ian Robinson
Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore
another 6 word poem
 47° 
Path Humble
the count starts now (tired of tired)


I read your outcry at 3:00am
posted on Facebook

you are
tired of tired
sick of sick
the only question, will it ever end...

rise this day,  start another way...

count your blessing
count against all odds
for there are more than merely one

use both hands
both hands chested to feel the heart thrusting,
for living is a wondrous blessing unique
an unbelievable to believe than so many beats,
born and borne,
by you, a strength unequaled,
you a richness possessed

count that one first.
count my hands holding your shoulders.
count that as two, one for me, one for you.

more? more.  

mirror.  find the tiny light in each eye against a yellow backdrop.

add two more. for they are a sparking confidence of confirming.

you felt the heart thrumming
go back, feel the breathing warmth breaching forth.
add another. for now known you can never ever be cold.

wash the face, wash away the caution that sleep leaves,
the coverlet of fear that fears you not to dare,
amazing that tap water plain is sacred when it
miracle breaks you out and anoints thy forehead with pure oil like the kings of yore, be a kingly human being.

go out. do not return
until one act of kind is performed and
count that as a thousand blessed, a sum recurring recounted

walk humble and the path will always appear.
walk contented for you can be both king and servant,
there is no difference - you must be both to be the other
one.

and if you still cannot raise the head,
call me.
that would be a blessing for me
and I will hear your blessings sounds mine merge,
dear friend and no more stranger,
that is the simplest definition of our learning to count to
infinity
4:00am I read your cry on facebook
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