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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
I saw you today
I saw you slip your hand down the back of her spine
You did that to me before
I saw you smile and laugh and make jokes
You did that with me before
I saw you in the way I wish I had seen you all along
A preditor picking his next victim
I saw you try to make eye contact with me
My hands shook and my breath caught in my chest
It wouldn't have before
I decided to write a poem
To put words together
In such a way
As to express
My innermost feelings

And I lost the words
And my thoughts drifted
And my computer keys stuck
And nothing came forward

Perhaps tomorrow
I will write a poem
To express my life
And for today
I’ll just go
To play
at work
one rainy tuesday night, busy as can be
managing manchildren, yet the best one said to me:
"ryan, some are here for a paycheck, others are here to make money"

perhaps foreshadowing, i went home and made an apple turnover
M P Hill
I am wired by moonlight
Disarmed by your smile
**** me
Anitha Panicker
She is me and I am her;
Let us continue to stare!
all fine people come around you,
its proofing,
that you are the fine one.
all good people stay behind you,
its proofing,
that you are the best one.
Marisa Habibie
Just be the best version of yourself.
Life is an
Snow falls upon
lonely heads with-

fires cascading among
the crackling logs like-

hearts elating at brightening
smiles that bring-

Soft warmth to cold sharpness.
i may not have wings does that mean i was never an angel?
what if the time just stopped
and everything sat still
including me including you
and our memories cant haunt me any longer
with your tail and your tongue you charmed me
the flags reflecting off of your skin remind me
of when i was alive
Kafka Joint
I am lost,
I am taciturn,
I'm waiting for your return.
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)
Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
I wonder what’s there
In times of despair
To think and to feel
What living is real

I wonder what’s here
In signs of know
As mud we sieve
What living to forgive

I wonder what’s now
In feathers lay
No pray of night
What living I sight
filling my mouth with toothpaste
to attempt to lift or at least
mask the stench of bitter bile
forced up by the continuous wrenching twist
of my stomach into an infinitely
I wonder what it’s like
To be loved by someone

I see people kiss in movies
And run my fingertips along my lips gently
Wondering what it’s like

I yearn for it
But don’t know how to go about it
Destroy me, mix up my words.
Take my hand and lead me on for way too long.
Remember to let me go when you grow bored,
I'm all too used to this.
Destroy me, make it all worse.
Cut me off when I talk, you know I love that.
Invalidate me like it doesn't happen enough,
'cause I'm just way too nice to hold a grudge.
Yeah, I'll let you back in, let it all repeat,
I guess I didn't learn a single thing.
You destroy me, rearrange my being
to the point I no longer recognize me.
Like an instrument, you play me well.
my mind a blur, but
that cafe in reykjavík crystal clear. as if
stuck in that moment, doomed and trapped.
it was but a flash of clarity -
brilliance! -
of peace. sun shining(crisp air)
desperately clinging to the memory that is all but
when i close my eyes and surrender to the void.
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
don't love me for my nice;
love me for my ugly

love me when I transform
into a monster
with the power to
drown everyone with
my tears

love me when I have
claws as my tongue,
even when the words I say
might stab your heart

love me when I lose control,
and start staring at you
with my crazy eyes;
the kind you experience
when hurt is in your sight

I wasn't ugly before;
rather my nice couldn't
mask itself any longer,
and decides that it is best
to let loose by destroying itself,
leaving room for nothing else
but whatever niceness that's left.
it's sad to not be loved when you're ugly, and only wanted when you're nice
The horizon... that place where the sky meets the sea,
    you'll find me.

  I'll be there resting.
                   With my heart
                                in my lap.
I feel so tired.
guy scutellaro
...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running

spectral through the mist

I walk lonely fields
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

All rights reserved.
[Iambic Tetrameter format]
I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
ghost queen
am i
in love

is this
what love
feels like

euphoric highs
suicidal lows

suffering withdrawal

craving you
like a drug

when you
are gone


when you’re here

and i’m in your arms
I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.
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.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
no one loves me
but they claim they care
if they really did wouldn't they see

i am falling apart
fragile to the touch
yet they keep on pushing me

closer to the edge
and they think i can take more
so they push farther till i'm at the brink

it's like they know i can't swim
but they are going overboard
and they'll be suprised when i sink
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.
Carlo C Gomez
Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
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.
lights flicker
in the distance
far far below

I’m here
looking down on it all
wrapped in a blanket
a book lies next to me
pages flipping themselves
in the cool summer breeze
inside are the sounds of life
outside are the sounds
of the questioning
the air is filled
with random notes
fluttering around me
like guardian angels
I know why they’re here

sat down
next to me
to keep me company
we look at the flickering lights
in the distance
he tells me
you’d do fine down there
if you wanted to
be a light
surrounded by light
but then he shifts his gaze
the moonlight
dancing through his being
but you’d do great
up there
be a light
where no one has dared to be
and with that
he left
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

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

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
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
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