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 700° 
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Side by side.

Hand in hand.

Dancing under the Eiffel tower at midnight.

The ultimate love story a dance of wind, ghosts at night slowly

intertwining with each other as if the kiss of death is just one moment

away.
For those who believe in the little things, like dancing at midnight.
 461° 
Anonymous
This is my final goodbye
It's hard for me to see you walking by with that other guy
Even though your heart didn't feel the same way
but I'm glad you brought me joy
Time kept moving forward
but I kept standing still
Waiting for you to feel the same way
but I guess such things only happen in dreams
So, that's why this is my final goodbye to you
It's time for me to move along with time
and say goodbye to this bittersweet dream that kept me tied
 346° 
Christina iguala
Ive been in love
Hell I am in love
 210° 
purple heart
i don't feel happy like i used too.
i wonder what's different.
is it you or me.
or maybe i just don't feel the same anymore.

maybe we need to break it off.
a break, or need to break it off?
 200° 
Dark Fjord
today at the renaissance festival
the belly dancers balanced swords on their heads
i rattled these bulbs of garlic and
walked around them in gratitude
of such feminine energy.
 199° 
Frank Russell
Little Billy said
oh yeah?    wait and see what
i do with sonnets








- fr
 187° 
Amaryllis
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone.
The road
It is a long highway
Trees on both sides.
I walk
No cars or busses my way
The road seems never-ending
Will I find
My approach to the little cottage
Also, happiness.
A vista opens
A warm summer day
With my tribe
We understood the unsaid.
They look at me
From a hazy distance
Moreover, ask
What took you so long.
 168° 
Alexis
I think we call relate to drowning
even if you can swim ,
even if you love water,
even if you feel dry
even if you feel nothing but and endless ocean of nothingness.

if you’re human,
and even if you are not
You know what it is be surrounded .

you know what is to be consumed

to feel like a god
to feel like a mortal
to feel like prey
to feel like predator.

if you’re human,
And even if you are not
you know what it is to drown


and not want to come up for air .
 137° 
Emilia B
You don’t see me the same way as you used to,
And it’s all because of me,
I wanted too much too quickly
I wanted you to want me.

It was just such a rare feeling
So I knew it was real
Out of everyone I had met
You made my heart heal

I didn’t know how to feel
I didn’t know why
But I guess... it’s okay
Atleast were under the same sky.
 132° 
littlebrush
What happens to poetry
When it only exists
While it’s drunk?
#addiction #poetry #sadness #drunk #disorder #chaos
 128° 
Lizzie Matthias
What the difference?
They can both make you happy
Or give you severe diarrhea.
One way or another, it affects your life,
wether it be good or bad.
But, to be fair,
So does ******.
someone stop me from writing poems while drunk
 118° 
Khoi-San
I find myself chasing the tail of the meteor that was once my rock.
 95° 
Katey
I'm tired of pretending day after day,
     So lost in my lies I can't find my way...
It drains your energy, thinking you're okay
     When you can't get out of bed to face the day...
What happens when I believe the lie?
      That's the goal right?
To feel until you can feel no more.
     Born to die.
Life until death, chaos until calm.
     Restlessness until you can pace no more.
You want the real me? Here I am in all my disappointing failure.
     Welcome to life, pretend until it becomes your reality.
 78° 
BL
her bright eyes stayed close
tears fell with silent goodbyes
it was time to go
 73° 
Lilly F
I had to cut you off
not from my life
but from the way you use me,
as your drug
your medication
your therapist
your twelve-step program
because your process of healing,
has become your addiction


©L.F.
 66° 
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
 66° 
bleby
He tells me to live more care-free
But I thought I was the one doing so all along
 60° 
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.
 58° 
putiira
Being real is
the simplest
form of honesty.
 56° 
Phoenix
I'm not a book,
yet you always judge me.
I'm not your footpath,
yet you walk all over me.
I'm not a card game,
yet you continue to play me.
I'm not a sand bag,
yet you insist on punching me.

I don't care.
Do what ever it takes until you realize

I'm nothing


like



you.
Sometimes I feel that everyone is doing better than me in some way. I know it's not right to compare my own life to others', but it's a bad habit of mine.
The hardest thing I have ever
attempted in my 30 years has been
keeping my grip on the serpent's tail
as it spirals up into infinity.

This candle that burns before me
is dedicated to the times it slipped
from my fingers and I was
reacquainted with the dirt I
had forgotten would embrace me
like a mother.

Wax in the bowl,
supple dark.

A single syllable slides out of somewhere.

Another candle.
 50° 
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
...
 50° 
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.
 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° 
Robert C Ellis
Molecules devoted to wings
find the universe in shadows and become  cancer
because they were meant to sing.  Just For anything.  
And dreaming of falling they
know depths so twilight they blacken lungs feathering and dip
them in eternity.  Because God
never had to breathe.
The
seas are liquid Gravity built for Believing and we vacation beside Infinity.  And we pitch tents and bathing suits and build castles with tiny hands and we learn to scream.  
Like stars that appear to twinkle beneath the jet stream.
 48° 
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
 47° 
BJ Donovan
The disaster took me by surprise. I never
  saw it coming. Madness piled on madness like
  a quilt made of patches of blown up skin.
  So much debris in the air we lost breath
  and went blind and called to our lost loves.
  We slept snug beneath the quiet aftermath.
 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° 
olivia anne
i think i might have finally gotten it right.
my breathing is steady,
my smile is wide,
and my worries dissipate
more and more
day by day.
 43° 
The Red Woman
the word "love"
does not exist
in the dictionary
that is me
ever changing sequences and elements
a crescendo of possibilities  
life is flung into a keleidoscope .

©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
#19.08.2019#modern haiku #life is a keleidoscope !!
 41° 
Marietta Ginete
To the girl he is in love with,
Don't let your story be a myth.
He deserves a love beyond it,
for he is a man full of wit.
please don’t waste the guy I never had a chance with.
 40° 
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
 39° 
Ainnoot
the heart really doesn't breakeven.
she definitely has the bigger half.
if she doesn't come back.
I won't have much to give.
she somehow always
finds more, meanwhile I'm limited.
I know she's meant to love many,
So I get lightheaded when my hearts heart-heavy.
Grammar is out the window sorry.
 38° 
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
 38° 
KCibot
We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
Pull
Us
A
.
Part
 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
.
©Hg
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