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 454° 
nivek
why the mind dreams is a mystery
but all life falls under that heading
 418° 
Melody
Writing poems
With the ink of my tears
 226° 
Jeongbeen Lee
A dream is not a noun which stays in our mind.
It is a verb to think and move our hands.
 217° 
parker
it's like feeling eyes on me at all times
like angels tracing my moves
four heads turning my way
i can't move
they'll catch on
i'm held beneath my own breath
not a sound
no release
i can't get up
just to pass on the baton
just to trace the angelic figure
but i don't move there
i can't move there
i can't be seen
heard
eyes all around
limbs straight
watching me lord
there is no lord
 210° 
Ammar Younas
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
 177° 
Shane
As I walk in the night time
With shadows and fireflies,
I can't help but think of you
Under that moonlit bridge
Where I said we'll meet.
That place where you'd
Read the choruses
And new lines that stretch
Across our faces.

Do you think twice about me?
Is it more?

It's driving me crazy
These isolated thoughts
And empty veins...
Yet you’re in my blood
It boils over and I miss you,
Like hell burning across
The seams of your skin
And on to my lips
I feel your heat wrapped
Legs taking my self loathing
Showing me a new day.

You are still my mornings
And I miss you like hell.
I can't see someone...  And it's making write...
 171° 
Nini
Play her
They said
It’ll be fun
They said

Now they are dead
And you’ll live with the pain
 154° 
Preston Reid
I sit here with my heart in my hands and on my knees for you begging you to treat it right you picked it up looking at it beat as if looking at a toy but like a toy you played with it and dropped it and threw it and I was still on my knees begging you to stop and you dropped my heart on the ground and I can’t pick it up without some help but I know you are the only one I want here to help but you're on to your next toy
 145° 
Samantha
Noting changes.
Nothing grows.

Empty highs.
Empty lows.

I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.

You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.

I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.
Don't let me drag you down with me.
 129° 
Regan Wylde
I’m so tired, exhausted I’m fact.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of believing.

I wish I could sleep through it all.
Dream through the hurt.
Dream through the time.
Dream through the numbness.

But I can’t sleep.
Even if I could, I’d still be tired of living.
 125° 
Aryan Sam
Hi
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
 120° 
Nidhi
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a superhero
she saves the world
leaves no soul behind
defends the saints from the devils
soars through the maze of fear
I can't wait to be a superhero
Thank you to the doctors and nurses helping us through tough times
 108° 
Rupert Pippingford
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 104° 
Agatha Prideaux
Crisp summer breeze tickle wreaths of May blooms
Yellow flats traipse blocks where blue ocean looms
Serene waves greet shore's walls in fervent kiss
Moon's afterglow brush the scene in pure bliss

Fine sand witness time like dateless heirlooms
Brine's musk basks nightfall in coastal perfumes
Woven foams' calm poise in fond reminisce
With each cycle's ending, they go amiss

Red heels graze concrete in sultry whispers
As the salt-rimmed glass plays in my fingers
Gotcha!—my hapless victim for tonight

Caught my breath, it only faintly lingers
In front I stand, a door with four ciphers
"Aphrodite, save me" begins the plight
Day 6 of #NaPoWriMo 2020. Wrote a sonnet again for the first time in years. Pleased with how it turned out.
 98° 
Tess
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
 95° 
julianna
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
 85° 
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
 85° 
Amanda Noel
Behind fake design you glare
your eyes covered by shade.
On the other side it's Sunday,
alluring smile spread across your face.
I wish you weren't so far away.
But I'm reminded of a day
when I wanted to say,
you smell....sweet
I hope you don't forget me.
 76° 
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)
 75° 
Karly Codr
If I could take all your pain
To hear your laughter
To watch your tears dry
To see your eyes brighten
To experience your happiness
I would with my whole heart.
This is a poem that I wrote about one of my closest friends. She has been through so much and I know that, to see her be happy, I would take up all of her pain, all of her burdens, and all of what she has been through. I know that lately we haven't talked, because of something stupid that I said and of course with this whole pandemic thing that is going on, it is hard because we don't see each other in classes anymore, but if, right now, I could see her and not risk either of us getting sick, and tell her that I am always here for her, that would make my whole day and I, ok now I'm crying. But anyway, this poem is hers. For her. She is one of my best friends and I love her so much.
 70° 
Re-Crafted
A moment
If I could ask for one thing
It would be a moment
To go back to a brief moment
A time where it was simple
Not a thought
Only a feeling
Not a consequence
Only the present

I wish I could go back
And stay there.
 70° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 69° 
putiira
Never
be a prisoner of your past.
 68° 
love
The wind ruffles,
The city sleeps.
This judgement isn't yours,
But is made to keep.
What does one wish?
Upon the eternal moon.
To wash away its sorrows,
With the rain of monsoon.
 62° 
Keara Marie
It's
Exhausting
Always
Missing
You.
 56° 
Phil
Where once
There was laughter
Silence is deafening
 53° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 53° 
Yenson
Because the darkness of your souls troubles you
and even your days are as dark as your nights
you look to those that shine and seek them to chew
but in Grace the Righteous remain in Spiritual might
as you sink in anguish and in the under-privileged queue
 53° 
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
I've lost innocence.

I've lost faith.

I've lost my soul to this dreary place.

It's so cold, it's so very dark.

My lonely heart has lost it's spark.

I beg for a little mercy.

I cry for some kind of grace.

There's nothing, not even a trace.

The hellish demons in my mind elope with the ever lasting darkness I've came to find.

The clock has chimed...

I'm out of time.
This is a poem I wrote about the hopelessness I felt while suicidal.
 51° 
BadBookthief
🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

In a world

that falls

for looks,

darling,

go for the soul.

🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

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 51° 
Nettie Schulte
<                             Friend                             (i)
———————————————————-
                                        ­                        (Hey)>
<(Hey, hows it going?)
                                             (Pretty good, I’ve)
                                             (been writing a   )
                                             (lot of poetry...  )>
<(. . .)
One I didn’t send....
(I’m actually not)
(doing so good...)
 50° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 47° 
Quixotic
Your now
is not your forever
but
forever
is composed of nows;
Stuck in yet another loop.
 46° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
 44° 
Katey
Tomorrow's another day.
 43° 
Words' Worth
They sent a man
On the moon
During quarantine
He never came down
Breakdown?
Breakthrough.
 40° 
mila splawska
she pulls a cigarette out of the box
click
fire emerges from the lighter
she lights tangible death
breathe in
2, 3, 4
her heart still hurts
breathe out
5, 6, 7
the pains a little duller
breathe in
2, 3, 4
breathe out
5, 6, 7
smoke pours out her lungs, out her mouth
if only her pain could be expelled in the same way
breathe in
2, 3, 4
(im sorry)
breathe out
5, 6, 7
 40° 
Pluto
Emptiness reflects off the mirror
An eternal truth rests in my empty bed
Propaganda flashes on the tv screen
The unclean window shares my view
And the drain knows my dreams
 39° 
Poetic T
the stars are cold
the air frigid

dying alone, corona
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