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 2503° 
JaegukLee
Have you ever felt
you loved someone that
you hated the person?

Have you ever felt
you knew everything that
you knew nothing?

Have you ever felt
the overwhelming happiness and grace that
you manifested signs of sadness?

Have you ever felt
the burning heart inside
though you are soaked outside?

Feeling feelings,
i do not fully understand
what they are
but they color the blank sheet of life –
 374° 
Hadrian Veska
Away and hidden
So fearful are we of our creator
That we deny His very existance

Further down and away
We delve to prove He cannot be
That we are all that is
And that we alone control all fate

Inward and outward we grow aware
The cosmos fills our minds
On every perceivable scale

In our great effort to undo our creator
We find Him both in heaven and on earth
In the pure order of creator we see Him
Witness Him and despair

As they did in that ancient garden
Hiding in their nakedness so many ages ago
Witness Him and despair

For His wrath is close at hand
 360° 
Brittany Marie
Dissected a rainbow,
  but found no riddle between.

Three lights shining;
  green, red, and blue.
Tranquil white endured.

Acrylic paints running;
  green, red, and blue.
Calm black endured.

Realization occurred;
  Colors united gives
  colors divided.
Why has this incurred?
 344° 
Anton
The calf needs to suckle milk.
The farmer wants to sell it.
The farmer has a sharp knife
and a captive bolt gun.
The calf has wobbly legs
and wide set innocent eyes.
We get the milk
and the calf gets slaughtered.
 343° 
Dan Beyer
So much energy
declines belonging
trapped inside this
bundle of live wires
tangle
bleeding
like the pulse of streetlights
in the glow of my window
driving down the highway
a feeling I look to outrun
 306° 
Eloise Rose
I opened up to you,
about my struggles, my destructive behaviors
and you said just don't do it.
If i could "just not do it",
I wouldn't have any secrets to be sharing with you.
I wouldn't be so depressed that I needed you.
 249° 
Scot
There was a baby girl in her bassinet
Her mother had not awoken yet
Sometime in the night
Death passed over, a terrible flight

Death passed over, a terrible flight

Her soul did take wing
Her tent, left behind
When mom, she did awake
Her heart trembled a horrible quake

A horrible quake

For in the cocoon of safety
In her swaddling was wrapped
The reaper did visit, silently
Quietly, quietly he swung his scythe

He swung his scythe

To the home was I summoned
To investigate for foul play
Four weeks old with wild hair
Laying as still as she did lay

Laying still as she did lay

A mother gently weeping for her loss
My mouth shut with her grief
Normal by all sight, no foul play
My mouth shut with her grief

The reaper is a thief

Of this I could not partake
Never get involved, the burden don’t take
But the mother’s grief
It was too hard to ignore

It was too hard to ignore

I picked up the baby to check thoroughly
A beautiful girl, her tiny face, soft and free
Rigor had visited, she felt so cold
As if her sleep was still nearby

As if her sleep was still nearby

In my heart I wanted to cry
Why did the little one die?
Some things make no sense
It wasn’t natural, but it was

No, it wasn’t natural, but it was

The girl I could never have
A girl to raise of my own
Her body quiet and stiff
My eyes did tear, my nose did sniff

My eyes did tear, my nose did sniff

The smell of death started setting in
The blood does spoil with an odor
What can you do?  What can you say?
I held the baby, I did cry, I did pray

I held the baby, I did cry, I did pray

Her soul escaped in a flutter
During the night it took flight
Was she watching? This I thought
Under the altar of the martyred lay she

Under the altar of the martyred lay she
 248° 
Sam
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
 241° 
shadowfreud
no –
i'd fall with you
coursing headfirst and abreast through the clouds
with graceful reckless abandon
we'll live a supersonic life
& go out with a boom
like a pair of
supernovae

☀ ☀
 232° 
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" ****
 230° 
writingsolo
You asked me which flowers to buy, and I wanted to sit there and die.
 230° 
Regan
hurt me a little more
if it makes you happy.
 230° 
Olivia Lost
I do not want to group every person of your gender in the same bucket but MAN you make me feel the need to.
How can I not when every MAN that promised me loyalty ends up delivering mind games and heart break.
Why do MEN tell me things that make my thighs tingle well you have your head between hers.
When will I stop letting MEN play me like an old video game just for the possibility they will be the "one".
Again and again I fall for men that are falling for too many other women.
 223° 
Zoe G
If the sand meets the sea
will you cry softly with me
If the ocean stays blue
will you remain loyal and true
If the sky floats above
will you forever be my love
even on my worst days
 223° 
acm
i dream often
that i cannot move
or move s l o w l y
unseen and
unheard
breath a
struggle.
 208° 
Frank Davis Sr
It has taken me a while to realize
that ungranted requests are often
answered prayer.
 196° 
Nizaam
The truth is that I liked you from the start...
The truth is ,I can't imagine us apart..
The truth is ,it feels like someday I'll be left with a broken heart..
The truth is that I've always wanted to tell you...
The truth is that if I do,will u still see me the same?
The truth is ,I keep wondering if I leave ,will u still remember my name...
The only lie I told, is that I like you...
Cause The truth is that I'm deeply in love with you ...
 193° 
jas
I'm tired of trying
i just don't think
I can do this anymore
with all of my pain
tell me what's keeping me out the door
i just don't know anymore

if its too much too handle
my heart breaks everyday
and its always the same'
tell me why nothing ever changes
for me

living life in this sick reality
i want to wake up
but this isn't a dream

its a nightmare
and im a prisoner
locked and cant find the key

its the one thing
thats keeping me from leaving
 180° 
Jia-Rong Tsao
I go through the empty actions every day...
Am I dead or alive?
I fake every smile and force every laugh...
Am I dead or alive
I feel nothing but hopelessness, sadness, and guilt
Am I dead or alive
I cut my skin to numb the pain
Am I dead or alive
My greatest desire is to cease to exist...
I guess I’m more dead than alive
What depression feels like
 139° 
Lillian Teresa
All of my best
(And worst) thoughts
Can be traced
Back to a foreign city
Where I walked the streets
Alone, at night
A short poem from when I spent a summer alone in New York City
I see you here and there, but couldn’t feel your touch anywhere.
I miss u da
 131° 
Sam
Sun
~
The sun was bright
Shining my life with light
Then the storm came
Now there’s  just rain
~
I’m going through one of the toughest times I’ve gone through in a while. When will it end?
 130° 
Dean
i held you for a night
and now things are different

what changed?
god I'm so confused
 128° 
Jenna
All around, people always look up
So why is it I am attracted to the ground?
Looking up occasionally to search
what is there and isn't
they never stop watching and waiting
to catch my own intimidating gaze
 120° 
Kierra
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
 110° 
Candi
We were not meant to be friends
But somehow we became
But becoming is not enough
And we have failed to maintain
 105° 
Delaney Smoke
the death of my soul
comes from my paranoid mind
and your silent lips
i exist even if you don't remember that i do
 102° 
aubrey
don’t forget that what you see isn’t all there is
there’s more to life than what’s in front of you
f*ck coleslaw btw, don’t eat it
 91° 
Helena Abondano
glass sheet
many men
promise
not to drop
four clinks
to their tables
so careful
not to cut their
tender skin
the room was
so quiet
and I missed the floor
silence broke
like paper cut
 86° 
Chante Coutinho
I always felt there was something
Missing from my heart
A gap found within my being
My soul with a missing part

I wonder if it will become complete
Or if a part of me is destined to be lost
Did a thief come to steal it at night
And sell it at no cost

Used to being incomplete
And knowing no other way
I eventually stopped searching
And felt that I would be okay

But silently I heard
The lost piece sing
Crying out my name
In the depths of the wind
 79° 
Hg
wri
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threading
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thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
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get
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 79° 
Jade Lima
Where do I go to watch the flowers bloom?
Or not feel alone in a crowded room?
Can I reach the stars?
Or is it too far?
Am I getting back some of my lost heart?
I want to find a better piece of mind,
But it always feels like I’m running out of time.
I wish I didn’t spend so much time fearing my demise.
But I can never feel alive unless there’s sunlight.
So why do I spend my time alone with the moon?
It only gives way for more gloom to consume.
I guess I just need to figure out what to do.
Until I can travel among the sunrise into a brighter hue.
 79° 
Rozey
You make time for the people you care for
So, what if you don't?
Does it mean you don't care for them?
Does it mean they are less important than what you are doing?
What if you have a bad way of expressing your true emotions?
You don't ignore the people you love
What if you ignore them because you're trying to figure out what to say?
What if you feel like you have nothing to say?
You shouldn't leave people guessing
Has anyone ever stopped to think what if I'm just as confused?
Running thoughts
 73° 
Onoma
having walked the

high seas of streets--

and seen the slant

births of suns slide

the spring of their time.

my heart broke wide

open, in an obsession

of light.

i was no more me, as

you are you...the light

though.
 60° 
Nyx
My heart pounds eagerly
Awaiting the outcomes of the morrow
What is awaiting me
Love, hatred or sorrow?

Fear and anticipation
All wrapped into one
Securely tied with a ribbon
Now we wait for the sun

Marching on to the time
Allowing fate to lead the way
My heartbeat is all I can hear
Let's see what's awaiting me today.
 56° 
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.
 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.
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
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