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 533° 
Quinn Adaire
I can’t
I can’t
I can’t
But I will
Do I even have a choice?
 335° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
 286° 
Najla
To be kissed
by your eyes

To be touched
by your voice

To be held
by your lips

To be tangled
by your hair
 230° 
Satsih Verma
Ready to barter my
last wish with your tulips
glowing in eyes.

I didn't ask for
any help to decipher my
blue dream of edge.

Two little words may
be sufficient to
resuscitate charm.
 230° 
Valentin
We are poets
We can write false things in order to
Make our poems more beautiful but.

When I write that you are literally in my mind
That I literally dream of you
Man,

This is not poetry, this is reality
I wish this would only be poetry
But it is consuming me
I wake up about every hour of the night
To check if I have a message from you
It is literally painful to conclude that
No, not at all
And I sleep, and you're here
And it is amazing but
When I wake up
This is so difficult to face the reality

It makes me sick to adore you
Man,
I can't control your feelings
I can't control mine either
And the second part is the most painful one
The feeling is just awful
I feel trapped.
12.12.19
 147° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 140° 
Kelly McManus
People say their free
while they bow and grovel to
some hierarchy

                         Kelly McManus
It must be the strychnine
that's tickling
the back of my throat,
he said,
putting his coat on and
laughing
on the other side of his
face.
 106° 
the dirty poet
that’s a laugh
when it’s time to do the hard stuff
men are slipping out the back
looking for the exit
get me out of here
i need a beer
what’s on tv
while women roll up their sleeves and get to work
 92° 
Kristine
Sitting on my room
Avoiding people
That surrounds me
Excludes myself
Especially to the people
That causes great pain
And Agony in my heart.
I want to go to the place
Where I can unwind
And refresh my mind.
My mind is in great havoc
And I want to remove all these in a second
I want someone could talk to me,
Could understand me,
Couldn’t judge me.
I know my mistake
I want to let these out
I know everybody would suggest talking to God
I know what to do
But I became guilty every time I pray
Want to hear an edible voice
But I couldn’t hear any voice
I know that my faith
Is in the state of crisis
That anytime from now
May cause bankruptcy
And worse is lost.
 89° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 88° 
Sophia
" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die
this poem is about me
 84° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 83° 
Jena Tapia
I crave the gentle feel of your hand on my thigh.
Just that simple sensation.
No words needing say.
Just you and I.
But you gave it all away.
In the harshest kind of lie.
So I sit with this craving I cannot deny.
Knowing it's something I must contain.
 74° 
Varsha K
From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.
The community of lovers, hurts, addicts, wonderers & wanderers.
 67° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 66° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 65° 
Theia
the moon pulls
our love's tide

today
your sea
flowed into me

you dug
a little deeper

your essence
became me
 62° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 61° 
Holocene
eat my words
let them tear you apart

sleep with my words
haunting you into a nightmare

I will wake you up

nothing but me
there's no one but me
 60° 
Kurt Philip Behm
Outside the backdrop of the given world,
the emptiness fled
And deep in the recesses of what’s never to be,
contradiction fed
Far beyond meaning and stated intent,
all reasons turned to dust
With nothing to prove and less to embrace
—the laugh at last on us

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
 55° 
Masha Yurkevich

I wouldn't want to live forever.
Forever seems too much.
Too much pain and
too much sadness.
Too much work and
not enough happiness.

But there is one thing I would like to do forever,
and that is

L O V E

For I do not think that it is possible
to love
too much.

 54° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 50° 
Lamar Cole
Little Jenna was playing outside in a California city.
When out of the wooded area came a pretty kitty.
She went to pet the kitty with the arched back.
Her dad sprinted to get rid of the bobcat.
Like he was running Olympic track.
 48° 
B J Truax
She was a throw away girl.
The one that was used.
She was a throw away girl.
So many times abused.
She was a throw away girl.
 48° 
silentwoods
the difference between seeking to find me and seeking to stumble into me is the guarantee of only one of those.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I call you a country of dignity
You called me a people of nothingness.

Wherewithal thy glory
Which makes you a story?

Could it be that the vows made
To our heroes past were vain?

Singing feign
On an empty fame.

Oh nation
So great:

Let thy glory come
To shunt the story scoffs.
 47° 
Wander
I'm rocking with the mountain sides,
I'm rattling with the desert snakes,
I'm dancing the many dances around me.
I can hear the song of the leaves crunching,
Listen close to the wind whistling,
Can you hear it too?
 44° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 44° 
Butch Decatoria
Needles to threadbares.
Old Chinese secret blood-map.
Porcupine-poultice.
 44° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 43° 
Sofia Hinojosa
it's weird how you'll talk to the one that broke you,
but you can't talk to the one you broke.
 40° 
Yggy
I spent all this time
waiting for forgiveness,
Yet it was I
who needed to let go.
 40° 
Evan
Smiling in delight.

Smiling in sorrow.

What's the difference?

You can't tell.
 38° 
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.
 37° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
 37° 
Cameron Banowsky
this storm is breaking
it tears down these walls.
for the first time
someone will break the fall.

this is desire.
it's in us all.
so speak out your fire.
go make all your calls.

i will be standing.
I will not fall.
I am no liar.
I am just flawed.
Now I can face the truth:
this was your fault.
I am not blaming you.
I'm moving on.

I just took a moment to write you this song.
to my mother.
 36° 
timothy johnson
runaway from the pain
cut my wrist in the rain
silver birds fly away
i know death is a shame
especially when they have fame
who am i? just a name
we are one in the same
both heartache and pain
you make me feel some kinda way
but i cut my veins
to send endorphins to my brain
 35° 
FloydBrandon
You’ll never know love so strong,
Or much,
As the things that fit in your palms,
Wider than galaxies,
Brighter than stars in our eyes,
Wonder of skies,
When gravity’s a force you can touch
but you’re scared you could break it,
And love’s so real you can’t fake it.
My second daughter was born yesterday and she’s more perfect than my words can describe. Love ya to bits Bright Eyes.
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