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 520° 
bleby
He tells me to live more care-free
But I thought I was the one doing so all along
 440° 
ATL
I want to crush up Australia,
turn it to a pebble,
place it in my pocket and drop
the coastline in your palm,
all the coral
all the color.

All the dust;
the red,
voices so far away from us-
I’ll capture the sound,
the whimsy for our ears.

Do you see the water?
Flitting by the outlines of trees once alive-
the tired grey and the shimmering azure.
Do you see how it always hugs the land?

I’ll shower it,
I’ll trace the taproots,
down to every underground
that’s ever existed in imagination,
up to every cloud.
 394° 
The Red Woman
the word "love"
does not exist
in the dictionary
that is me
 212° 
Chloe
And just for a second
I thought we were real
 202° 
Turoa
You found me in darkness
You held me
Despite cutting edges
You stilled me
A lover of dark
Though a beacon of light
You're a paradox, a saint
An angel
Wings ebony bright

What could I give you?
A lone wolf in the night
I live in shadows and blood
While a raven's
Gentle wings
Eclipse heavens height
Your own would disown you
If only truth they could see
What could I give
If I offered
What would there be
All I offer is pain
My Fire
And sweet misery

It is forbidden
So I will guard you
Silently
From my station below
Love you as dark to the moon
Through from a safe distance might
For our fire would be insatiable
Like the sun
Rivaling stars
Burning the night

I will wait, I will yearn
Continue and fight
For a day
The forbidden
May step into light

Realist I am
Some dreams I may never see
But if the leviathan rises
To end dreamers in all
Waiting in depths below
I'll be there
To shield you
Catch you when you fall
The only happy ending
From my vantage can see
Burnt in fur and tattered wing
Two broken souls
I will love you in darkness
The forbidden set free
 192° 
Jason James
I told myself I wasn't going to drink today,
Yet by noon I was already bored
And found myself on my way to the corner store.
3 tall boys down
5 more to go.
Maybe tomorrow.
 109° 
Jeremy
You used to adore me
Then I finally let you in
And now all you see
Are my flaws and insecurities

Is it all in my head
Or did you prove myself right
Is it because of what I said
Or what I did that night

I was so stupid
I was so foolish
I knew I shouldn’t have done it
But couldn’t help and be selfish

All I wanted was to express
And now I’m depressed
Because of the excess
Actions I could’ve accessed

I can be obsessive
But please see my intentions
I was trying to be impressive
But all it caused was tension

This is my flaw, I know
I just wanted to show
All the love that you deserve
But it’s that I couldn’t preserve
 81° 
putiira
Being real is
the simplest
form of honesty.
 80° 
Des Nicole
i give my all and give up everything for everyone
I **** myself trying to be there for everyone
I’m a shell of what I once was for trying to help everyone
But I do not get the same in return
 79° 
Pluto
You smile
I smile
You laugh
I laugh
You cry
I cry
You leave
Do I follow ?
Let's hold hands as we walk along the thorns that will bleed our feet, sands that will slow our journey and pasture that we will build our home
 77° 
taylormeadowe
my love,
i can help
with your pain
i can play
wet rain
outside your
window
...
how about this?
is this okay?
are you safe inside?
if not then
i can stop
at anytime
i can be whatever
makes you feel
safe inside
...
 71° 
Sameera Krishna
It throbs
It tears
It tender
It twinge
Just for thee
Because, it was, it is & it will be only you and me
In the fullness of time.
 70° 
David P Carroll
I dream of love
The day to be
Happily in love,

True Love.....

My heart feeling your love....
Touching my heart,
Slowly take my hands

And kiss me softly.....

My true love,

As I smile,
My heart beats faster,

Because of you.....

I've suddenly fallen in love....
True Love
 64° 
Basil Gentleman
i pick a flower
and smell its petals
and sweet perfume
the scent reminds me of you.  
but all these flowers and
all the pearls in the dark seas
could never equal your beauty.
where your feet tread,
beautiful plants spring to life.
i was born in the silvery darkness
you came out of a golden light
 61° 
Monica Alvarez
Many months have passed
Memories have turned to dust
Were you real or not?
"In the months that had passed, I would sometimes wonder if I'd remembered it correctly, or if time and far too much going over the events of that night had clouded my memory. "

-- Morgan Matson, Save The Date
 52° 
Harmony
Longing to be loved
Longing to be touched
Longing to be caressed
Longing to be held

Breathing to be alive
Breathing to be calmed
Breathing to be blessed
Breathing to be found

Permitting to be loved
Permitting to be touched
Permitting to be caressed
Permitting to be held

Knowing I was always loved
Knowing I was always touched
Knowing I was always caressed
Knowing I was always held

Accepting the experience of love
Accepting the experience of touch
Accepting the experience of caress
Accepting the experience of being held
 49° 
WNDL
I   will   make   you      
love   the   moon

Even   if   it   means  
    losing   the   sun

Not   even   the  
stars  
could   stop   me

Nor   the   pixie   dust
   of   our   galaxy
 49° 
Neville
I love you because
You mourn a basement flat I never knew
Because your hair resembles monastery gold
And because you love old poems

I love you because
You listen to the words of tiny children
And because your belly is a mountain
You let me climb whenever it pleases me

I love you because
Together naked we are able to defy mirrors
You gave me the son I always wanted and because
I am unable to find the perfect words to fill this page
 49° 
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.
 49° 
Tony Tweedy
I want to learn to forget things the way they have forgotten me.
It seems a fairer way to live....
I forget appointments, TV shows, the names of actors and movies... but my heart holds things much longer than my mind.
 46° 
Madison
The best high I’ve ever felt
Is the one I feel when you tell me
You love me
I love you so much
 46° 
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.
 45° 
Keithlyne
At one moment, i just saw myself smiling like there is no tomorrow.

Finally, you came into my life and you changed it into a beautiful one.

Little did i know, that it will be possible for me to find happiness within you.

Finally, you're part of my life and i know everything will be okay when i'm with you.

Unexpectedly, i didn't know that someone will make me the happiest like you do.

Finally, you answered the prayer that i always asking for.
Thank you, my favorite gemstone.
 44° 
Stephanie Grace
I wish you would stop searching for love
within people
and things

the only place you'll find it is if you search within.
 44° 
KCibot
We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
Pull
Us
A
.
Part
 41° 
JuanitaS
Tonight is the night
When I tell you
My truth,
My truth is my love
My truth is my sorrow
My truth are the tears
That fall off of my face,
My heart is in ache
For all it’s ever known is pain
Tonight the scars will be on display
While my eyes paint
A picture of dismay,
As this feeling of void
Has become too hard
To avoid.
 40° 
mila splawska
some people find heaven in
a smell, a taste or a sound
i found heaven in
you,
my love
 39° 
José Hierro
He abierto la ventana. Entra sin hacer ruido
(afuera deja sus constelaciones).
«Buenas noches, Noche».
Pasa las páginas de sombra
en las que todo está ya escrito.
Viene a pedirme cuentas.

«Salí al rayar el alba -digo-.
Lamía el sol las paredes leprosas
Olía a vino, a miel, a jara»
(Deslumbrada por tanta claridad
ha entornado los ojos).
La llevan mis palabras por calles, ascuas, no lo sé:
oye la plata de las campanadas.
Ante la puerta de la iglesia
me callo, me detengo -entraría conmigo-
si yo no me callase, si no me detuviera-;
yo sé bien lo que quiere la Noche;
lo de todas las noches;
si no, por qué habría venido.

Ya mi memoria no es lo que era. En la misa del alba
no dije Agnus Dei qui tollis pecata mundi,
sino que dije Marta Dei  (ella también es cordero de Dios
que quita mis pecados del mundo).
La noche no podría comprenderlo,
y qué decirle, y cómo, para que lo entendiese.

No me pregunta nada la Noche,
no me pregunta nada. Ella lo sabe todo
antes que yo lo diga, antes que yo lo sepa.
Ella ha oído esos versos
que se escupen de boca en boca, versos
de un malaleche del Andalucía
al que otro malaleche de solar montañés
llamara «capellán del rey de bastos»
en los que se hace mofa de mí y de Marta,
amor mío, resumen de todos mis amores:
Dicho me han por una carta
que es tu cómica persona
sobre los manteles, mona
y entre las sábanas, Marta.
qué sabrá ese tahúr, ese amargado
lo que es amor.
La Noche trae entre los pliegues de su toga
un polvillo de música, como el del ala de la mariposa.
Una música hilada en la vihuela
del maestro del danzar, nuestro vecino.
En la cocina estará escuchando Marta;
danzará, mientras barre el suelo que no ve,
manchado de ceniza, de aroma, de trigo candeal,
de jazmines, de estrellas, de papeles rompidos.
Danza y barra Marta.

Pido a la Noche que se vaya. Hasta mañana, Noche.
Déjame que descanse. Cuando amanezca regaré el jardín,
saldré después a decir misa.
-Deus meus, Deus meus, quare tristis est amina mea-
luego volveré a casa, terminaré una epístola en tercetos
escribiré unas hojas
de la comedia que encargaron unos representantes.
Que las cosas no marchan bien en el teatro,
y uno no puede dormirse en los laureles.

Hasta mañana, Noche.
Tengo que dar la cena a Marta,
asearla, peinarla (ella no vive ya en el mundo nuestro),
cuidar que no alborote mis papeles,
que no apuñale las paredes con mis plumas
mis bien cortadas plumas,
tengo que confesarla. «Padre, vivo en pecado»
(no sabe que el pecado es de los dos),
y dirá luego: «Lope, quiero morirme»
(y qué sucedería si yo muriese antes que ella).
Ego te absolvo.

Y luego, sosegada, le contaré, para dormirla,
aventuras de olas, de galeones, de arcabuces, de rumbos marinos,
de lugares vividos y soñados: de lo que fue
y que no fue y que pudo ser mi vida.
Abre tus ojos verdes, Marta, que quiero oír el mar.
 38° 
Nurul Husna
Have you ever felt like,
regretting yourself
after all the hard work
you've done,
sacrificing more than enough,
in return
wishing they could treat you special,
but
they all ended up treating you
just
not more than a
friend.
no,not even friend.
they call themselves friend
but they act like none.
at the end it's just
me,myself and i
my so called friends didn't betray me. they betrayed my hard work and sacrifice
 38° 
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.
 36° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
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 36° 
Alex Gifford
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
 35° 
Oskar Erikson
i should have pleaded for a longer sentence
at least we’d be talking.
 34° 
Sobbingsoul
You are
The mind
I am
The heart
 34° 
Daisy
Is this all we do?
Faking it all, me and you?
Why did i not think this through?
I want to run away and scream at the moon!
I don't know what I'll fall into
I don't want to care what is true!
There are countless things that i would undo
And if only i could
I would cut out you too.
 33° 
I REALLY
people say "be urself"
honestly..its much easier
being someone else
 33° 
Eric Martin
Girl:
I love you
and care
      Boy:
I love you too
We just have to rise from this despair?
        Girl:
I hope it can be true
Or els life isn't fair
                                      (Maybe one more line)
         Boy:
We will make it threw
Don't worry I'll always be there
And with a love so true
There is nothing we can't bare
 33° 
Midnight Rain
the memory of your
presence is felt like an earth//quake

as if my soul has everted,
my heart has been torn...

every wave of emotion
is felt like the first time.

i become a spineless,
speechless,
creature

curling into myself
and crying out the storm
that has lived within me

your presence is missed like
cold rain in summer,

like a scarlet fire drawn in the
center of winter,

and when Autumn
leaves fall like teardrops
from trees,

darling, you are missed
like a heartbeat falling from a
heart

and i shatter myself every day
from the earth//quakes your memory gave

and
you,

you... are missed
relentlessly,
most ardently...

you are the life within me now
and i cannot seep you out from
myself without
uprooting everything beautiful
you grew in me.
 31° 
Amanda
some of us
weren’t meant to be happy
some of us
were meant to be poets
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