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Sage Richardson
Somewhere the sun is setting
In your tired eyes

Somewhere a cool breeze carries
Songs of changing times

Somewhere you're getting by,
Flushed with words of wine,

Somewhere a fool laments
That he never called you "mine"

August 13, 2014
"everything happens for a reason"
is a line i'd rather not hear from now on.

reasons i wish i knew why,
what in my life it tries to imply.

i don't want to sit around and wander,
what i could have done much better.
— here's to the things we wished we knew why it happened.
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
Blue Cow
we stare at ourselves,
lifelessly staring at our mirrors,
staring at our fears.
our escape are the reflected eyes.
we hide and what seeks us is not our fears,
but us.
The // means the start of the explanation.

lifelessly staring at our mirrors.// we are not satisfied with our natural selves basically when you look at yourselves in the mirror in the morning when you don't try to perfect anything.

our escape are the reflected eyes. // the image on the mirror is lifeless therefore our escape is void. Basically we escape into nothing which implies we are not escaping anything.

The rest l think you can figure's short but there is a lot

Notice how mundaine it is also showing how this is routine like how you wake up...brush teeth...etc

Please tell me what you think???
I watched the fabric,
Recording the time.
And counted the memories
Stitched line by line.
inspiration: a still life painting
can you be my
favourite person
and can i be yours?
show me some love dear world!?
Annika J
i wish you were here
to dry my tears
but because you're gone
my tears flow on
i hate this whole pandemic. i hate having to be separated from everyone
Rupert Pippingford
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.
The oak down by the river
Drinks cool water from the Earth
It’s done so since forever
When it’s acorn gave it birth
It’s stood there through the centuries
Adding ring by ring each year
But if it had the eyes to cry
I know it would shed tear
For this used to be a forest
It’s friends and piers stood tall
But axes and the wind of change
Made his family fall
But I’m not by standing
I will not let this tree
Stand so proud and lonely
It can rely on me
And so with ***** and saplings
I place new friends near by
So this ancient wonder
Can breath contented sigh
Tiara I S
Nothings coming out right
It all feels like sludge
Slippery **** like sludge
That pools under cotton socks
See- that- that was descriptive
That's what I was missing
Still most all words are frantic
Jumbled incomprehensible feats
I dream of a world,
Where love is in thousandfold.
Where no man is scorned,
But rather adorned.

A world of simplicity,
Rather than a world of toxicity.
Find peace in respect,
And good things to project.
your tongue is a flowerbed.
every word you speak falls out
in the shape of a petal.
flowers grow behind your teeth.

i want you to open it up to me,
let me see the peonies that have
grown inside your mouth.
let the same ones grow inside mine.
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
Austin Morrison
I woke up
With a clear head
For the first time in two months
not hiding underneath my pillowcase
For once
I knew what I wanted
And it wasn’t you
For once
I knew I couldn’t keep doing this,
Seeing you
Promising pure intentions
And ending with you curled up naked beside me

You can not make love where there is no love

And I no longer desire you.

For the repercussions have finally pushed me over the edge

I know what I want

And it isn’t you.
I was scrolling through my phone and found something i had wrote and not remembering when i wrote it. It must have been late at night and i just didn't remember. There were lot of bad mistakes and random words before i went through it though.
The apple falls from the tree.
You were gone like a breeze
Do you recall sailing free?
Like we always used to in my dreams

Did you fall from the sky?
Where were you when we were getting high
Did you step under the sun?
I can only see you when it’s dark
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Mrs Anybody
i should
move on
i kinda
already have

but there
seems to be
a tiny part
in my heart
that belongs
to him
also check out my other poems!  :)
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
i'm sleepwalking
through my youth,
touching things
that don't touch me back,
wanting people
that break my heart
long before
i can break theirs.
and i wish
i could just disappear,
wouldn't make
any difference at all,
'cause i'm wrong
in so many ways,
telling lies
to pretend i'm whole.
what's the point?
was there one that i missed?
lost the interest
halfway through,
turned to nothing
by half past noon.
i'm so sorry;
i've been sleepwalking
through my youth.
Micah G
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
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
Harshitha Girish
His eyes met hers
and then he knew
it was checkmate.
I want to tell you
What’s in my head
This entire other world
The constant droning of voices
The screaming and thrashing within

But if I did
If I did...

You’d never look at me the same
I’d be broken to you

I know that I am...
But I just...
I can’t let you see me like that
red wine
stained our lips,
with clumsy hands
tracing moonlight
on your skin.
our love got sweeter
with each stolen kiss
and in those moments
i knew,
i would follow you
to any ruin.
- all i could breathe was you.
The more I see him clearly,
the more I realized
his intentions
are blurry.
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
Unwanted child for parents

Unwanted child for God even

Unwanted child for the child even
Wanted the unwanted death !
Luna Maria
your tears have been
watering your flowers

you became such a
beautiful garden
growth is not a linear proces <3
Happiness can be found not only in the obvious, light flooded areas.
I smile.
A laugh.
A night sky filled with stars.
A kiss, a hug.
Dying of laughter on the floor.
Sitting back on the lake and realizing you have a good moment and asking “what is life but this moment with infinite variation?”

But happiness can also be found in pain. In the dark places that haven’t been lit and where no friend work follow.
You cry on the bathroom floor,
filling the toilet with countless tissues
until you starting risking overflowing if you ever try to flush.
But then next morning you have a song you can sing for years to come;
a poem you will read to your grandchildren and watch the smile spread wide as they think “wow, he was just as young as us once”;
a new, redefined relationship.
All these things are happiness.
Austin Morrison
She is a little bit crazy, weird, unusual, and it is impossible to know what's going on in her head.

I always enjoy talking to her, but she always leaves me on read.

 But besides all that I would compare her to a summer day.

 I feel the warmth when I am around her, seeing her brings me joy.

It's like my first crush from middle school, I feel like a little boy.

I stumble my words when I talk to her, she twists my tongue so I slur. 

She makes me nervous and I love it,  because I'm not afraid I must admit.

She is a pain in my ***, she likes to tease. But spending time with her is like a warm summer breeze.

I do what I can to make her see, I have strong feelings for this girl, I just hope she does for me.
Words' Worth
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic
why is it so hard to love
what you hate

learn to love
what you hate.
self love is hard
Silence, like a blanket
envelops me.
It is comfort at first,
But all too soon
I am suffocating.

God help me
whatever deity there is
i cannot continue living this way.

Hand shaking,
Ink stains blotting
White paper now corrupted
by the words of an unforgiving society

Scarlet dripping on the floor,
my breathing becomes shallow
one pill at a time

my world shakes
my vision blurs
and all i can think of

is you.
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
to the bottom of a
Love didn't end wars
It started them
A Poet's Voice
If she needs space
give her a

[insert suitable jpg here]
1:30am thoughts
The winds of change

Are blowing

We need to hear them sing

Open up and listen

To alarm bells as they ring

Learn from this experience

Like we never did before

This virus isn't kidding

It's already gone to war

Casualties are many

No-one wants a million more!
Stay Inside
Stained Glass
The thing about masks is that someone always sees the string behind your head.
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
The Lenora
He makes even the saddest songs light
Fills my soul with overwhelming delight
Even his whisper is as strong as a hug
Every breath reaches for my heart with a tug

He brings hope in dark times
He brings luminescent flames into blurred sights
Every moment is spring in its prime
He is the highlight of each and every one of my nights
written 28 March 2020.

by The Lenora.

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