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xavier thomas
Ms. Flight attendant,
long time no see, love.
I miss you.
Queen from the west-side.
First-Lady flying across the country just to see me & only me.
Putting a smile on my face, Making me feel like I was your #1 priority.
As soon as you landed in my town,
You made sure to Text-Call- or FaceTime
-No matter where I be.
I stop by to listen to your every need & hold long night intellectual conversation.
While, you give me- “The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice” Inglewood love.

One thing I can say is, you stay ready.
Hit different
No wonder why you call yourself ~ Lolly
What is your secret Miss thing???  👀

(Hope you & baby boy doing well during this pandemic.)
Kathryn Heim
the matter of age is in your head
where it will stay
until you are dead.
Words' Worth
Intertwined at one time so intricately
Sadly mistaken for one soul
Now consisting of many fragmented memories
Never forming a real impression that is whole

We have forgotten one another
Realizing that we were the missing piece
Of each other's puzzles
But, a perfect fit isn't the perfect love story

And there are no happy endings, only an endless chase
I hate breaking up my poems.
Did on the insistence of my mum.
Its Mild, Its Clement, The
Winds Benign
Those Hands That Move
Call For Time
That Skylines, Mist
The First Rose You See
The Fading Of A Galaxy
Ugo Victor
Spent a lot of time at Dawn
staring at the mirror.
Sometimes that's all it takes
to attain self recognition,
at least enough to whisper to myself -
You are enough.
Broken, but enough still.
And so I say it
over and again
Until I begin to believe it too
Julia Supernault
Why am I the one who has to feel this low?
Why am I the one that has to cry these tears alone?
Why do you get to be okay?
Why do you get to be alright?
Why did we have to end over nothing?
Why did you hurt me after you promised you wouldn’t?
Kapino Kelvin
I know you're there.
though six feet's down,
I know you still listen,
and watch over us.
I miss you,
The good moments ,
the flaws ,the smiles we made.
they are bygones
but they still linger so fresh
One day we shall reunite.
this time for eternity
Eternity with you,
is all I long for.
Big love ,mama.
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!
l b d
metal and twisted
the cage went up the ropes
to find
a long end

the darkness was sticky,
the strain clung to a faint light
with his right hand

for a moment,
he saw resolve
Cross Boundry
I can't see me unless I have a mirror.
I can see everyone through that glass.
But they are looking at themselves.
Andrew Gomez
Loving the wrong person is like calling a number that no longer works.
"The number you have called is no longer in service. Goodbye."
Imagine getting that message if you tried calling someone's heart.
"The heart you had is no longer yours. Its moved on. Goodbye"
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
I'm falling for you  

Wonder when I'll hit the ground  

Or if we can fly
Poetic Eagle
I never asked you to leave
Only advised to chase your dreams
Wasnt l part of the dream. Random thoughts
Loving Paradox
When you are sad
And you hear the rain dropping down
You might feel it in your heart
Like a crystal sound, glittering around

When you are sad
You might see that sunset
And feel the melancholy of the purple clouds
And see the birds flying around
Singing that gentle song

When you are sad
You might taste that sweet wine
And slowly, seeping into that sorrow
With great joy and pleasure

When you are sad
You are sad
You are...

Sadness has so much depth
That you can enjoy sometimes
It turns and moves in your heart
Like the waves crashing down

As you reach its depth
You might find that you are
Bewildered by its beauty
And begin to see
The love that’s hiding beneath
I hope this makes you see sadness differently
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Ashley Chapman
I wanna be me
With super powers.

As a child:
(I wanna be me).
As a teenager:
(I wanna be me).
As an adult:
(I wanted to be me).
As - me,
A rock.
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
I don't wanna fall in love
with physical touch,
skin to skin,
intimate actions.
If this love is valid,
if this love could give more meaning,
if this love is acceptable,
I would spend the rest of my life
wanting you.

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“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,

As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.

‘There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.’
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
Jessica Patrick
Do you think,
you could hear me?
If only,
I screamed just,
a tiny bit,
Muffled under this,
of solitary,
I’m simply,
in this room,
muddled in,
Am I allowed,
to run?
Escape this,
of breathless,
I’ll scream just,
a tiny bit,
Word farer
You didnt love me
Its okay
You didnt love my physic
Its okay
You didnt love my hair
Its okay
You didnt love my clothing
Its okay
You didnt love my eye color
Its okay
You didnt love my eyebrows
Its okay
You broke my heart for sake of your challenge
IS NOT OKAY  !!!! :)
Love Love to that guy who loves a girl to win a challenge with his buddies 🖤
Dr Om Prakash
A yogi in ancient India
Meditated for years,
He was yearning to find the Source
Of all of the Universe !
At last one fine day he had
A vision of Cosmic dance of matter !

A modern day physicist was
Toying with elementary particles ,
He found that photons behaved
Like amazing tentacles,
And he had to conclude that the
Origin was  by Anthropic design !
Wasteful is a soul that does not emulate her heart's desire.
Anderson M
A conflation of
Hues filled with lush mystery
Unmatched artistry.
#Portal to #soul.

We are all but
In the eyes of others
In one’s own
The truth
The lies
Fire and ice
Sugar and spice
Ingredients to life
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
Not everything needs a poem
it’s already

good enough.
Palak Datta
Make babies, not by-products of ***.
Abusive marriages lead to an abnormal upbringing. Stop giving your kid what you got. Don't fight in front of them. Because, it leaves a long-lasting effect.
time seemingly halts
with worldly wisdom bestowed
in blessed silence
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
A Mess of Words
Soon after
Her vampire kisses
Injected sweet lust
Into my veins

She peeled apart
My aorta
Like pulled pork

And vanished
With the last fragments
Whatever heart I had.
You have
as many chances
as you allow yourself.
Take one of them to be better.
Jeremy Stacy
At intervals you chase, not sure what you’ll find
Occasionally separate but at times intertwined

Dismayed I have decided to leave you behind
Sporadically you linger, enveloping my mind

Offering more and not used to being declined
A facade of us exceeding, living combined

Pursuing me in close spaces until I’m confined
Succeeding into the night, anticipating I’m blind

I hear you calling your voice there to remind
Memories are pressed of you being so kind

Deceptive you become upon being unaligned
A separation between us makes you unrefined
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Rupert Pip
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.
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 like *******.
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.
In between ubiquitous pain
and shallow laughter---
---through my meandering rivers
I think of you

My proclivity for sadness
is my signature
And I’m sitting here
still staring at your pictures

When I said “it’s okay”
you knew it wasn’t fine
and losing a friend is losing a sacred poem
that once was lovingly mine
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.

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