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 1497° 
jack
An idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
Then they’re willing to do anything,
For the person they’re in awe of.

Whether its building a new world,
Or burning the old one down,
They’ll stop at nothing,
To give their love a crown.

Now if that love fades,
And they are left weeping,
They could take one of two paths,
Both will leave an empty heart unsleeping.

Path one is war and rampage,
Destroy everything in their way,
Path two is depression and tears,
They may cause their own doomsday.

Either way an idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
And if you happen to cross that idiot,
Beware for they do not care, they are deprived of---------
i might be an idiot in love.
I’ll take every piece of you
Warm every piece of you
Cradle every piece of you
Love every piece of you
Play with every piece of you
Kiss on every piece of you
Embrace every piece of you
Wrap my arms around every piece of you
Gaze upon every piece of you
Touch every piece of you
Worship every piece of you

...just because
Every  
            Piece
  Of
         You

  Brings  

Me
    
     Pieces

And pieces  

      Of peace
Daydreaming’,knock three times
 195° 
Jacob Pitcher
The difference between a moment and a lifetime.

When your laughs reach your eyes.
When your cheeks hurt from smiling.
When you feel lost, and it means found.
And the list goes ever on.
 190° 
Kasper
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
I will always love you
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
There is nothing you can do

GET OUT OF MY HEAD
Give up already
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
Your breathing's unsteady

GET OUT OF MY HEAD
You cannot get rid of me
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
When will you see

GET OUT OF MY HEAD
There's no life for you out there
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
Come stay with me here

GET OUT
You are mine
G. . .
One tends to talk to their demons
 190° 
Domtwo
Quando cominciò a parlare
e a mostrarmi le idee
che incedevano nella sua mente
Sentii l'amore
Di cui l'arte parla da secoli.
 190° 
Daisy Ashcroft
The weight of silence is easy
You can learn it too
Just sit and breathe and let
The silence do what it needs to do

Thus when I come to you
You know I don't want your talk
Of 'Just know I'm here'
And you won't expect me to walk
You along the path of my fear

All you do is sit and breathe and listen
Just sit and breathe and let
The weight of silence
Turn on the faucet
Of slow, slow healing
Started to lose its flow towards the end, but the poem just came to me so I had to get it out as quickly as possible.
 182° 
Grace Butler
It’s been hard
Trying to figure out who you are
Figuring out where you stand.
Sometimes the ground is unsteady, unstable
Sometimes you fall down
It’s hard when no one is there to help you up
When gravity is pulling you down..
It’s hard to find the force up
But when you find that force, that will to fight..
Nothing can stop you.
“I am a force to be reckoned with” you say
“I am here, I will fight harder” you say
I am here to stay
I am here and I will push forward
I can beat gravity.
Inspiration
 174° 
Julianna
the hero
I know
may not know recognition
or fame
they may be poor
or lonely and lost
yet they still bend down
to help the ones in need'
my hero
has never stood taller
one thing can make a difference. Thank you to every one in service, those who do the hard jobs, and those will help all in need.
 160° 
touka
and there she is

widows-thrill
or devil's backbone,
some sort of specimen
hog-tied to the sediment

combs her hand
with nails bit past the quick
through her hair
til she thinks there's not one incongruent strand

dragging her feet
down the primrose path
off on the hard way into heaven

I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
 141° 
Tommy Randell
And of all the simple Truths
This was ever thus
Whatever the route and destination
Only one man drives the bus

And if buses drive in circles
Thus life is yet the same
What goes around must come around
Whatever stop is named

A fare is a fare, what's fair is fair
A journey has many beginnings
A man must drive, a bus be driven
A riddle may be for giving

The be-all and the end-all
Of any journey's end is
Where you want to get to
Is a beginning such as this
 131° 
WhatIHopeToFeel
I've officially hit rock bottom
And they burned the ladder
So I can't climb back up
 118° 
Jason James
The real danger isn't in lying to people.
It's in telling them the truth.
 102° 
Shanna
Tonight as I close my eyes
I dream I am far away
Amid the cityscape
Dancing with you

Do you see that!
Oh and look at all the lights!
Don’t reply
My fish just died

You can’t see the stars here
But since I’m just imagining
They’re here too
 98° 
ktle
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
 82° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
 77° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 67° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 58° 
Heather
saying nothing
is often the loudest statement
one can make
 54° 
Poetoftheway
“the simplest definition of our learning to count to infinity”

wrote those words
to a stranger in pain, awful pain,
asking him to count his blessings


now awful pain
no stranger to me

a pain four decades long,
that the surgeon promised was fully excised.

but today was triggered,
chest pain dagger ingredient emergency room

so I am counting for,
but not to,
counting on

infinity

when the wounding cannot be recalled,
only a minor scar to struggle from whence
came it from

which is the definition of reaching the
infinity place,

where finite comes to rest
dec 10 2019
 54° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 53° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 53° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 52° 
Tim Emminger
Words float in the air
They rearrange themselves into a sentence
form a picture of a train and roll away

Words shaped like balloons
They float away but will be back soon

Words hiding in a tree
Leaves fall to the ground and form sentences for me

Musical notes rearrange themselves on a scale
Fingers jumping from fret to fret
or dancing on the piano keys
These are some of the things I see

Ocean waves roll in and write on the sand
Once it just wrote, "I AM"
Seashells with words lie on the beach
In a sentence they realign
Thank you Lord for this beautiful mind
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 48° 
molly mai
It all came down to that night.
In one night,
Everything changed.

Light became dark.
Happy became sad.
Two became one.

The walls,
They closed in tight.
And the memories,
They faded black.

He’s here,
But he’s gone.
And I will never forget.

I want to forget.

I have to leave him here.
I can’t take him with me.
I can’t keep him.

Or can I ?
No.
I can’t.

In one night,
I lost my everything.
 43° 
Emils
Why
Why did you lead me on
You always had doubts
Yet said you weren’t pretending
And now you’re gone..

What hurts the most
Is that you don’t care
All along it was only me
To think it was something rare
 41° 
Chris Neilson
If an extrovert is an introvert
trying to prove they are not
then poetry banishes reticence
for all that it's got
Keep up the writing all my fellow poetry devotees
I can't stop remembering you

I pace these floor's
wishing for sleep

trying to forget
The soft curves of your lips
sipping at your hot morning coffee

the beauty of your hair
as the wind blows it about
while you sit upon the swing
of what use to be
our special place

your smile when happy
your distance when mad

Four year's etched into my heart
 39° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 38° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 37° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 36° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 36° 
SøułSurvivør
In her gauzy garments
Above the bowing trees
The moon has many lovers
In the sighing breeze.

They all take her dancing
In exotic lands
They give her sparkling diamonds
They kiss her milk-white hands.

She is round & fullsome
Or slender as a waif
When she is then waning
Her flowers are kept safe.

Silken skeins of darkness
When she's waxing full
Are parted by her brightness
She is NEVER dull!

Her beaux are all so courtly
But she eschews them all
Her only love can make her pale
She burns at his call...

She lets out her moonbeams
Through her eyes they weep
She loves the one eclipsing her
They can NEVER meet!

She, so strong within her court
Will curtsey when he comes
The moon has many lovers

But she's taken by the SUN.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/14/2019
 36° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 34° 
Hussein Dekmak
For millions of years,
the sun has been shining,
It’s endless giving has made it even more beautiful.
The moon has been illuminating light, and it has only become more eloquent with giving.

Hussein Dekmak

Copyright
 34° 
Corrinne Shadow
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
 32° 
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.
 32° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
 32° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 31° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
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