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 1612° 
Madison
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
 690° 
Jen
Words on my skin
Tightening of my throat
The words you shouted
And the things you spoke
Through your lens I’m
An object
Dangling
Taunting
Inviting
But I am a woman
Not to be used
Or abused
I shed your words everyday
I wash them away
I am not yours to be looked at
Or yours to be swayed
So take the words you have
strangled me with
And wrap them around your own throat
Till you suffocate
 343° 
MaKenzie Unser
we rock back and forth
and when i look into your eyes
i see my reflection
and regret
 298° 
Diana
we are
living
breathing
poetry
in
motion

We are the muses that haunt others
Late in their silent nights
That are comprised of a
Pencil or pen
Paper
And lingering minds

We are the strangers
That elicited a thought within another
That manifested into a poem

We are the vessels
Of poems written
And poems to come

we are
living
breathing
poetry
in
motion
 271° 
Hank Love
A kindred spirit in a dying hour
I have no time to dream
For fate
That fire of fire
Is not my theme!
Pleasant solace upon the mire
In a life of sand and sin
Through earthly power deprived within
Unravelled pride within a dream
 191° 
D Letwixt
Don't live in a narrative
The result is only more heartbreak
When you realize the story's not true
It's been a while.... Seems like I'll start writing a bit more again
 184° 
Ben
You say that comparing you
To the stars would be an insult.
To them.

Frankly, I don’t care for their:
Cold,
Distant,
Light.

You are my light, that comforts
Me in the darkness.
Your arms are a:
Warm,
Gentle,
Home, for my heart.

Calming the tempest in my mind.
Written 11/03/19, for her
 182° 
Madleine Camilleri
Tired but unable to sleep
Restless but unable to scream

Longing for a phantom raw throat
Brimming lungs gasping for release
To pour into the open air

And her mouth was as dry as a wick
Ready for the roaring flame to be struck

They say the silence is deafening
But she believed it was awakening

Like a flickering candle in an empty room
Silence is one eye open one eye shut
Lying in wait to be called upon

Tempting mistress she was
Silence was absolute

But when it dims and billows out
Lungs collapse and the match is struck
Tender girl with broken pride
Cries out for the worlds to collide
 170° 
bleached
I wish I wasn’t like this

I over analyze anything and everything

like the words I use
and the words you use

and the words you don’t
 166° 
Tunde Lakanu
waiting to appear on film
you appeared where i’ve never stood
towards the reflection
reveling for the moment
how so, latent lover?
instant to where i felt pain
where i smile for exposure


                     

                       -for you to claim
 153° 
Robert C Ellis
The universe is this silver clockwork
Behind secured glass,
All flint stock cogs, cylinders; spring-
loaded coils doused in gas.
It rocks on its boilerplate, breaching peace;
smokes, coughs atop copper gear
nicking souls between;
itching with pistons, pendulums swinging
heaven from ****; bearings
running offtrack with Gravity.

I peer in with my telescope 'cause
I don't have a key.
 151° 
Mohannie

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
 147° 
Cormac
Jealous
Of the oxygene in your veins
Of the always invited breath of air
Of the sunlight spark in your eyes
Of the wind that moves your hair

Desire
To be close as the cloth
To be loyal as your shadow
To be the reflecting mirror
To be your movements follow
 137° 
Eli
Here on the sand, I stand.
The ocean becoming more daring:
With every wave sent out
The water almost touches my toes.

I wish I could stay here,
Standing in this peacefulness.
Time is at a standstill:
Just trapped completely in beautiful nature.

But I’ve got places to be,
Sights to see.

So I pick up my little bag of souvenirs:
3 igneous rocks,
4 metamorphic rocks,
And a bunch of pretty shells.

I leave behind my own souvenirs:
Footprints imprinted and name written
On the wet, gritty sand.
Soon the waves will stretch out far onto the beach,
Washing away any trace my existence.

It’s like I was never there….
Just a distant memory of the parting waters.
 87° 
gayatri
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̴͓͋́͑̅͒̊m̵̭̈́̋́͊̄͘o̸̮̫͇͉̍͛̇̅͂͒̑̕r̵̳̹͚̺͚̂̆͝ë̶͇̗̺̬͍̖́́ͅ ̵̘̙̣͉̏̇̂̏͐͑͑ͅs̵̲͔͛͋̈́̾̉̊̏͛̓͆k̴̯̳̞̪͕͂̆̌̈́͘͝͠ͅì̸̧̢͈͖̖̠͉̖̫̐͗̃̏̿͑ͅn̴̘͋­͍̤̳͓̙̲͍͕,̷̲͈͆̈̈́̂̑̓ ̸̭̩̭̲͐̆͊̓̑͌͜
̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛̓̐̄͊̌­͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̛̑̋̚­̨̫̹͍́͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ
take me out.
 81° 
Hg
wri
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threading
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and         if
you sew
secrets
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 80° 
Karen Figueroa
Face melted
Lips want to quiver
tears want to release
mouth aches
Jaw tingles
Hands begins to shakes
I don't to want reveal this
Sad face
 80° 
Brooke
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination
anymore.

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation
after.

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
congratulatory
self-contradictory
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
self-assurance
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before
them

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
 68° 
sadhealer
you said I'll be your first and last

and you end up being my forever first,

and I'm never your last.
 67° 
Tony Tweedy
To travel from light to darkness takes but the instant to blink.
To return requires an unknown path and a light worth finding.
Without sense of purpose there is no bus running...
 66° 
Britni Ann
You fell to the bottom of the sea,
You expected me to save you.
I told you I couldn’t.
Sometimes you do everything for someone and it's still not enough.
I didn't want to drown trying to save you because I knew,
That we would have both ended up dead.
At the bottom of the sea.
 66° 
Dennis Willis
Somewhere between the mountains and the rivers of today I fell out
Landed on my keister
As usual

Face up
Searching for Heavenly Creatures

That's just what happened

I want to get back to my surprise at having
mountains and rivers
in my day.

This is a new landscape
In my mind

Evoking peace

Thank you now I will have them tomorrow too



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
 64° 
M-E
Today
We write
So when we leave
We are remembered
 63° 
Cole Brantley
she says its because shes hurt
she doesn't know what to do
who to turn to
everyone has left her
let her down

no one knows the true trials
she has persevered through
no one feels the ache in her heart
a longing for touch
love

she feels lost
broken-hearted
loss of spirit

i will revive her
i break my back
picking all of her pieces up
taking her into my arms
she will be relieved of all sadness

i will give her the love
she never sought possible
 57° 
Gamaliel
519
in the twilight hour,
the moon hides while egrets dance
-  a darkness in light


-
 56° 
Alice
take it in.
the sunset that seems to be so close yet so far.
the dark outline of the familiar lighthouse.
and the ocean waves.
the beautiful, blue waves.
gently lapping over another wave.
but i can only stay for a bit.
i have places to be.
:o)
 54° 
Zoe G
This is
and
that
can be

is it
truth
or
reality

walking in
your
darkness
with no
real
clarity

and lies
become
your charity

yet
to
others,
with
blind
vision

you still
see
Some people are so confused in life. You and others may try to help them, but they ignore you as they keep digging a hole for themselves. To others, they look completely fine, yet where no one can see, they are actually falling apart. Yet you know that they are crumbling because of the values they set for themselves, or maybe no values at all-and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it, because they won't listen.
You are
1 in 7.5 billion
people on earth

Our earth is
1 in 8
planets in our solar system

Our solar system is
1 in 500 solar systems
in our galaxy

Our galaxy is
1 in 200 billion
galaxies

Our universe
1 in many possible
universes

We are so small
 54° 
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.
 52° 
kat victoria
our souls will probably wind up in the same cemetery.
two plots away.
too far to roll in my grave and see you.
just barely out of touch.
close,
but never quite close enough.
 50° 
Poetry
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
 49° 
Infamous one
Grew up with tough love
No one has the right to hurt
A twisted sense of humor
Disrespect not tolerated
A joke filled with insults
Just as good maybe better
Ignored by many usually do favors
 47° 
Bard
Pop a bubble, bubbles pop
Bubble up, bubbles stop
 46° 
Diya
I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult...
Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
 46° 
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
 45° 
lX0st
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
 45° 
Temporal Fugue
I know I won't get to all
but ******, I'm gonna try
thumb up to every comment
up until the day I die

I can't react to every line and word
but ****** I can try
thumbs up to ever poet/poetess
maybe no one has, to cry

I'm just a singularity
but ****** all too ****
we, as a community
stand up, and hear the yell

I'm not you, and you're not me
but when you see thumbs down
chime in with words and thumbs
chase the trolls, outta HP town
Thumbs down has no other purpose that to provide trolls with a mechanism to pester and put forth their hate. REMOVE it! You can't control how many accounts people have here (it's not realistic to assume you can) so remove their reason for creating them!
Nothing really left to say :(

Thank you my friends for the daily, I feel undeserving, but extremely, appreciative! :) (bow)
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