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Her lipstick was red
Softly, upper and lower
Saying: I love you Dear
Her mouth is fresh scenting
like a mint of the ginger
Renard Jackson
I love, because it suppose to be shared  thoughtless actions with intentions of forgiving
I give, with the strength in me to  stay striving while I push and squeeze alone to get
I emphasize, connecting with one feelings or forthcoming as I have perceived in my journey of happiness
I miss, encountering the unknown of beliefs which I have no understanding and no control of..
To Take is to Consume as Adapting is to Amend?
I asks, to ensure my curiosity
Of which I'm unintelligent on the subject
Broken Pieces
Why can't I find the right people?
It feels like I'm stuck in this loop.
Everyone always seems so evil,
My life is one big fluke.

Can't I just be alone for awhile?
I can't keep living like this.
Can't I just give up the smiles,
But life just makes me commit.
i'm so tired of being
John Niederbuhl
A feathery snowflake
Falls in your hair
And quickly disappears

When I die
I'll sleep like a bear
For billions and billions of years

Maybe someday I'll be back this way
(Some say that someday I may)
But maybe that someday
Is eons away
I' glad we're together --today
at the start,
you chased me tirelessly.
now that you've got me,
barely a text can be seen.

you promised me,
you told me you would give me the world,
now then tell me,
why does it feel like nothing at all?

i am still stuck on you,
late nights wishing you'd text me first,
listening to sad songs,
relating to every single one.

now i fall asleep with you on my mind
and i wonder,
if i am on yours?
even just a little.
this isn't what i expected when i got with you
John Destalo
I was falling
for you

the feeling of
being weightless

the sky and
the ocean are

like your eyes

your eyes and
Einstein’s brain

are the depths
I can never reach

but I will drown trying
to reach either or both
Jenny Bllr
I am vegan.
But you eat pizza with cheese sometimes.
But you shouldn't eat mock meat.
You have to justify why.

I am a feminist.
But I am a good white guy.
But then you hate men.
You have to justify why.

I am sick.
Of having to explain myself.
Of having to behave perfectly.
As soon as they label me.

I am tired.
Of saying the same thing
Over and over again.

And I wonder in silence
Why we can't all be
vegan and feminist.
I find myself in discussions with lots of ppl about feminism and veganism and while I enjoy their curiosity, I also dread saying the same things over and over again.
Kassan Jahmal
Emotions, ashes of a flame's love lit up,
Bones dry, with wettest eyes of desire,
Soils, eroded, vulnerable, and bare,
Bitter taste of sea salts under sands,
Vast nothingness in a wilderness,

Lips have longed a kiss, cracking and shaking,
A child in a womb, love grows till conceived,
Grass tips wait patiently for first raindrops,
Seasons of spring in a summer's winter,
My dearest love, I will fall for you,

Mud cracks played in, unafraid of stains,
We're wrinkled lines, of sin on clothes,
But sinners long for love,
And battle between lust.
Dave Robertson
Hearts are funny things
I feel mine rise and fall, jarred
like captured summer fruit
fat in syrup
some days
others, pickled sharp
and tucked away in acetic darkness
You smirked
I was
a bad

why does
misfortune give
so much
Backpackers · Childish Gambino
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
for once I was believing in myself
believing there could be something I
could be good at, decent at, something
I didn't have to fail at: but before
I even got to do it I became interrupted,
obstructed in this belief: for once I felt
I could be empowered, I could explore
myself through something but now that courage
and confidence I thought I could grab
seems far away from me. I feel defeated
and broken before I could bloom.
Please, water me, so that I can continue on.
I know you cannot bloom for me, but please,
water me. Please give me sun.
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)
I feel you
within the ink
of every word I write
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
Tyler Harper
the marble man had courage
when he chiseled away
  the shape of his heart
i have grown flowers out of the marrow of my bones
i have harbored seeds from the blood that flows
i have created skies from the pain in my eyes
and i do it all for you,
my wildflower
I'm staying safe for me
not anyone else

I'm taking care of myself
for me
not anyone else

I'm getting better for me
not anyone else

I'm me for me
not anyone else

not even for you
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
My mind stopped,
It stopped for just a moment,
And I realised I had been on autopilot.
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.
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.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
When the dark nights lose the moon
I search for it amongst my ribs
Had it not been for you
I wouldn't  believe I had lived
I would have sworn that I was born inside my grave
I am sentenced to a life with you running through my veins
And exiled in your eyes
Like an anecdote to save the world
And us
I repeatedly launch your name into the sky
Breathe it into the ground
Let us flourish and thrive
Let your gaze strike the Earth
To become lightening
And new moons
Nine months
to a head
ten toes
and two legs
You weren't born eighteen
With nine mother's around a rosary
it took much m💖re beads
to feed your needs
she earned it
= Respect
Tired of being used
For parts to fill
Yourself with
Use up until
You feel whole
Taking pieces of me
Taking pieces of me
Every time you leave me
Emmanuel Aporu
Those four walls were his companions
So darkness was the result.
In that world were many unknowns
And many a thing to worry about.
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
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.
While I try to get myself out of bed
she glistens in the distance
rubbing it in, hues of pink and gold
bannered across the midrifts
of her soaring buildings
reminding me of her flawlessness
and another day sold
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
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
I think I’d rather be your friend
Than your wife
You speak to your friends all the time
You laugh on the phone
And share ideas
And secrets
As you wife
I clean
And cook
And take care of you
And miss out
On all the joys of being your friend
I think I’d rather
Be your friend

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.
As long as science is capital's horse
Things are going to get only worse
Unless it is the other way around
We will never be on a firm ground
the dirty poet
necrotizing fasciitis
the fat man’s cancer
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