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McKenna Pickett
I think I'm finally starting to love the person I am.
Not the person I want to be.
i would love to cry
i sit on the edge of my bed
for hours on end
pushing as hard as i can
but the tears won't come
to release my anguish
and wash away the pain
i was a gear
turned twisted and forgotten
i was a number
in a cell hoping for freedom
i was a drink
with a twist and a set of flirthish hips
she wouldn't
give a scarf to someone
she didn't want warm
your eyes my dear
the stars are slipping in countless
I was lost depth
pulling a like vortex
your eyes makes me drunk

promise me tonight
let"s not sleep my dear
Distance can't dull your stars, honey.
You were made for the stars.
Ashly Kocher
When your in the “writers zone” and block everything out just to get a good write out of your head and onto paper...

That’s a good zone to be in...
Ali Ashraf
let me consume in my pain
and drown in my blood
as my struggles go in vain
indifferent stays the heaven

so let there be no justice
and no mercy to the innocent's cry
let this be a tyrant's world
as within myself I die

© Ali Ashraf
trapped in the cage of my brain
storage center in my mind
the is no exit, no windows
not even a door.
i am left to claw my way out
helloits3am lolllllll
There’s a difference between
Having an emotional conversation
And being an emotional person
That different is significant.
Nicole P
In quiet times.

I have you in mind

When dizzily drunk

with skylines, colorless

and marble grey.

For lips parched,

Sing frenzied poems

With flirtatious zest,

And keep the hopeful


In quiet times when

Twilight kisses sun,

When envy quarrels

With a lackluster finality

My voice whimpers

then subdues to a soothe

For there is so much love

In the trenches of absurdity.
she loves me
(kisses and hugs)

she loves me not
(***** soda and nightmares)

she loves me
(the feel of her skin)

she loves me not
(don't cry don't cry don't cry)

she loves me
(the taste of her)

she loves me not
(straight to voice mail)

she loves me
(she has too)

"I want you" is not the same as "You are a priority"
"I am trying" is not the same as change.
Catch me as i fall.
Falling from the sky into the deepest parts of the ocean.
descending from life to death.
Letting the ocean rock me to sleep, like a mother would her new born child.
As the sky waves farewell to me.
watch as i let go and forget,
forget who i once was.
unholy ghost
I am discovering and
rediscovering myself
every single day.

some days I am masterpiece
and others I am tragedy.

most days, I find I am both-
my ruins have been tagged
so many times they've become
a mural of memory. all the
love and the loss and the longing
carved into every inch of bone,
sewn into every inch of skin.

some days I look at the architecture
of myself and I swear I should have
been excavated years ago and
some days I'm in awe of what the
wreckage has become.
sandra wyllie
in my arms
they're the blanket
to your soul
throw out all your troubles
allow them to float
weightless in the air
lay your weary head
upon my chest
close your eyes
drift away
slumber in peace
ensconce in my arms
nothing can get to you
no one can do you harm
swaddled in my love
my breath a gentle breeze
rocks you in a cradle
of elongated limbs
nestles you in comfort
before another day begins
Luis A Estable
Drink me with your eyes
And see my paradise rise.

Touch me with your words
And to your arms I'll fly
Like a bird.
I found magic
In the moon
When it’s light
Illuminated you
It's late
And I'm thinking of you
I hope you dream of me
And realize you love me
Far too many snakes in this field
and not nearly enough flowers.
Brooke Davis
I was searching for love
He was searching for looks
Kate Copeland
The good thing about not
keeping track of the days
anymore is that I don't feel
obliged to dance on a Friday
lonely on a Sunday
and that I can do my
laundry anytime I want to.
beth stclair
love poem
"where love is a wave that splashes on the sand"

when a heart
the stars surrender
to the heavens,
the moon catches her breath
and the avenues
of silence become
voice. i follow the
path to my love,
i die for him,
i live for him,
like a spartan
in the heat of battle,
like a flower in the
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.
too soft
My parents first broke my heart
when I was younger,
and I have continued
to break it ever since.
Please stop hurting us.
Katherine Storm
He stretched out his hand
& Caught Me.
That's how I fell into the abyss.
Love is a double-edged sword. Wield it well.
i reread old poems
oddly enough i see you
maybe i was writing to you all along?
e v a n n
its evan

you blocked me.


i made another account.

love you
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.
You reached for the stars
and put them in my eyes

I keep them locked
behind my eyelids


that you´ll change
your mind
I didn't feel like writing today.
I was afraid I'd say the unsaid.
I dont wanna face the truth,
I dont wanna give up on us.
Why cant you come back to me,
And be the way it's supposed to be?
But alas I'm a poet. I must write.
Alex B
If I die prematurely
Don’t make me go through a breakup too
A first glimpse of sun
warm to my skin after a rainy spell
That familiar slice of pie
the best ever tasted
A shared moment
to reside within me forever

So that glimpse
that touch
that taste
that moment

renders my heart flooded
my flesh replenished

And I am left
it's easy to tell the difference
between wrong and right
it's easy to tell how much it contrasts;
deciphering black from white.

yet often does the shade
make everything look gray,
shadows cast may trick your eyes,
even the strongest tinge can fade.

they're a long mile apart -
a fire and a golden cup;
the fire is bound to grow
and could be put out with a puff;

yet if you let yourself be fooled
nevermind the salient rut;
it is in a ditch of eternal regret
in which you are bound to end up.
Anna Eolla
in my soul garden
pink cherry tree blossoms
are full of spring breath
Jason James
Head full of stars
Miss being 19
Dreaming in the dark.
It’s raining,
And I wish you were here.
Because, and I know it’s cliché,
But I’m falling a lot harder
Than this rain, and dear,
It’s torrential here.
But these sheets of rain
Remind me of the sheets we share,
And I’d just as quickly
Wrap myself up in them
If I thought you were in there, too.
It’s 101° there.
But here it’s raining.
And I miss you.
Can I please
Be something more
Than empty
Just a bit.
Oftentimes passion
Is what gives weight to empty
Then you may feel full
Though fundamentally not one thing exists
Where is the dust to cling?
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.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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