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Alexys Marie
kisses like the softest
         o    t  

off grand piano
          e    y

play my foolish heart
like your piano

     p  l   e   a
Two “loving” parents and 4 “happy” kids
All dressed in coordinating clothes
We looked happy as can be
No one would’ve guessed-
Not ten minutes earlier
We were wiping away our tears
And applying concealer to countless bruises..
Don’t ask why, you don’t really care
We hide our trauma, we hide our scars
It’s better this way
Less pain for everybody
After all, as long as we’re grinning for the camera
Nothing could be wrong
In our sickly sweet, happy lives.
I don’t dye my hair or dress in only black
So I guess everything’s okay?
Doesn’t matter that I constantly wear long sleeves
And flinch at every noise or touch...
I’m both begging to be loved
And desperate to float by unnoticed
I’ll smile for the picture
And pray that it’s enough
you left me

don't you dare get after me
because i'm doing what i please
with whom i please

i am not yours anymore
don't act like i am


after you gave me up
go awaaaaay im so over it *******
If this poem trends
I just want to say to all
Hi nice to meet you


Oops my humour gets the better of me :-)))))) xxxxxxxxxxx
Have a lovely Sunday xxxxx
I am chaos and I am desire.

So say my dreams.

It's always between the two.

Last night I had a pleasant dream that I was dating her.

It was sweet.
Precious even.

But when I awoke I had to deal with different things.

It's ****** that I still write about her, but what can you do.

The heart wants what the heart wants, so someone said.

Right now my heart only seeks friendship from her. Ot at least,

She didn't even want to give me that.

Dear H.

Love R,
Elizabeth Squires
something shall touch us
and it shall touch deep
in the sensation of touch
emotions shall freely seep

being touched by love
a never forgotten tingle
wherein our hearts
feel a poignant jingle

Plato's quote still
bears relevance to-day
on the way love's receipt
does in us play

oh poets shall touch
the inner core with
a repository of the
wordsmith's lore
I saw a monster this morning
staring back at me
when I looked in the mirror
i couldn't recognise my eyes
it was like all the life had drained from them
Chatting away as
I walk my path of greatness
I like who I am
Feeling happy x spending few days with my mum n dad , loving it truly having great time :)))) I really like being 50 maybe it cause being older makes u appreciate life more everything just seems calmer sod drama I stay away from it now too old to argue not worth all the silly stress xxxx
Sydney Rose
i realized that everything
i always wanted

can be granted
in the clumsy hands of mine

when i finally release everything
i was never meant to be granted
Masha Yurkevich
In the morning,
I was determined to move
the mountains.

By the afternoon...


I decided to let them stay where they are.
I guess I kinda gave up.
Crushing gravity;
Knowing that I crave human
intimate moments.
Todd Witherell
Songs for the Land of the Living
While waiting weary upon my bed

Fezzick, do you see rocks?
If so, we’ll all be dead

It’s true I love the Blues
No way would I vote red

Into the Fire Swamp
Is where the Princess Wesley led

At times I too rush in
Where angels fear to tread

Courage and contemplation
Opposites must wed

Stop that rhyming, I mean it!
Is what foolish Vizzinni said

Anybody want a peanut?
As you wish ahead!
Stained Glass
I'd like to know the stories,
that you carved into your skin
But I'd hate to ask you to live them again.
Spilling my truth as if it were my own blood
It drains me as I search myself
For what sleeps inside
Sums it up.
Ryuu Bloodsplatter
An argument too far and it breaks a family.
Life becomes tense when a word or name is mentioned.
Walking on tip toes like a ballerina to avoid the wrong words.
A tearful picture is removed.
A lost thought becomes a regret.
A death of a loved one changes nothing.
The anger and hurt is scarred into the soul.
Nothing makes it better but everything makes it worse.
And me, I'm stuck in the middle.
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be beleived
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
...and you kept asking
...why, why, why
do i love you
and keep coming back

...and so, you ask again
...why, oh why don't i
leave you alone

...i stopped coming back
once a year, i didn't
want to make you like a
habit- hard to quit
spring time/beginning time
i'm the unicorn kind
that doesn't exist
imagined at best
so i wanted the magic
to stop. the end.
Charlotte Cullen
I've been lost in the woods for quite some time now,
7 years, give or take.
I am all turned around:
I keep circling back, retracing my steps,
Finding and forgetting new landmarks.
I cannot seem to find the path.
I've changed maps,
At least three times,
But this one is still wrong.
What's this? An empty white paper.
Oh, I see,
This is the perfect map.
Sonia Paruthi
अपनी हर उम्मीद को हमने सिर्फ इतने ही पंख लगाए

हैं कि हर बार सिर्फ आप पर आकर हमारी तलाश पूरी हो जाये…
Karo Skibinska
So I'll go on
I'll walk until my legs will carry me
I'll speak the truth until my voice is gone
I'll share love until there's a heartbeat
and experience it all
journey will end
and I am not sure exactly how
or when
but I don't need to know
I'm enough
I'm already
and all is well
made a mess of self-expression,
turned softness to aggression.
missed all the healing sessions,
now nothing's left to question..
pretty bird,
can you fly again?
pretty bird,
you are one with the wind.
you hit the window,
once or twice.
seeking distance,
higher heights.
you're so pretty when you cry,
you're so pretty when you fly.
pretty bird ♡

Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn

My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
Winter springs
into summer,
as the setting sun.
Summer falls
into winter
and then all at once.
Pepper Papaya

soft as the feathers she lost 
                  when her wings were stolen
she lay there, broken                    
                by the man who gave her the wind

Thomas Wan
Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do
Truth is..
I miss who we used to be
From the way we used to talk
To the way you challenged me

Truth is..
I still miss you
I try to tell myself I'm over you
But we know that's not true...
Dennis Willis
I am exhausted
with your

The chattering muons
rain upon my

this crushing

of everything
to fill

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
You'll never be able to appreciate the good, amazing, truly wonderful things in life without experiencing the utter despair and tragedy the world can throw at you.
Always remember that no matter how hopeless things seem there's always something good waiting for you once you make it through.
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 -
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
Infamous one
Too many detours
Back on track many obstacles
Made a new way walk alone
Over being on the same path
Labels from others that dk
Hate from people that settled
That don't understand quick to judge
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 heart will heal
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.
why can't i
go to a place
where im okay?
Madisen Kuhn
i am waiting for my coffee
i am the old couple eating pastries
with their chairs turned towards to window
i am the wafting scent of musk and amber
i am the bright magenta trees lining route 240
blooming in april while it rains
i am the veiny hands i know nothing about
except that i wish they would touch me
i am gulping down the foam
tasting the bittersweet memories on my tongue
the ones that have yet to happen
i am remembering what it means to have teeth
to feel so different, so distant
but entirely the same
‘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.
Grace Spellman
hey you
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?

on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. ****** loyal for you bby.
Deanna Dellia
I don’t want to be your
I want to be your
I don’t want to spit morning in your face
and remind you that it’s time to go to work
I want to be that spirit
that lets you know that it’s time to relax
I don’t want to burn your eyes or your skin
I never want to be capable of hurting you
I want to illuminate your soul
I may be under appreciated
eclipsed in the shadows
but I accept that
because I know that I’ll always be that small
guiding you in all of the

- Moonlight
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,
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
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