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Ashly Kocher
Let me know
Know when your ready
Ready to begin
Begin a new journey
Journey into the unknown
Unknown of what lies ahead
Ahead is our future
Future to opening doors
Doors that will help
Help lead you to your dreams
Dreams of the imagination
Imagination that keeps you believing
Believing which is not impossible
(Im)possible is possibly just a dream

eyes and ears
Today i felt like
Losing to myself
There was no external factor
But only my desolate character
My delirium saw no bound
To the extent that i block all the external sound.
I lost to the things
Which i consider to be my wings
Today i lost, not to pride
But to the clarity i hide
I surmise, i was on the right deck
But reality gave me a bright check
I felt so lost
Seems like all maxims have lost their cost
My grail lost its frame
And there was only shame
But true to its name
Love claimed its right
Leaving no reason for me to contrite
Whatever happens, happens for a good reason
jeffrey conyers
I am watching.
Watching everything in scriptures happening in the world.
My people?
You got to do better.

Because I am watching.
This what I do daily?

I see racism.
I see vented hate because of my own people skin.
And you wonder why in Genesis I regret creating you.

Told how can you love another?
But hate your brother you see daily.
You not soaking in my message.

I have seen better love between my animal creation.

Just know this?
I am watching.
Watch all your bad habits.
on your last day
the sun was shining
and big white clouds ran across the sky

someone held you tight
and told you, "i love you"
admired you
and cherished you

on your last day
all of your love poured out

you inspired
and you soared
you lived
and you died

your love remains
Now one fine morning I awoke , to hear my conscience tell a joke, I tossed and turned inside my bed as conscience danced upon my head.
Now I would laugh aswell you see if it was someone else but me .
the sky weep
before me
with me
after me

for the earth
is my soul
and the rain my tears
a grey day calls for a poem about grief

These tears slide down my cheeks,
I wonder.

If I were to gather them all
and they formed an ocean,

Would you notice it then??
Nikki nashon
You are
Raspberry when you are audacious
lavender cotton candy and rose when you are
sunshine cornsilk daffodils and cream when
you are happy
Sage seagrass and ivory when you are at peace
You are unique
I felt safe with you.

But I forgot that the same fire,
That gives warmth holds power,
To destroy all that's in its path.
Acina Joy

There is no wound deeper than the love that we carve.

He turned to ask me, voice accusing and eyes holding a sense of betrayal.  "Did you tell all the rest of them? About my secret?" His voice never wavered, as if not even hesitating to accuse me (because I was the first person he ever told this secret about). Hurt washed over my chest, and it pressed down, slowly crushing my heart somehow. I was surprised not to have teared up a little, but nevertheless, it was painful to be accused by the person you trust the most.

"No, I didn't," I snapped, rightfully so, offended from his accusation. "I defended you from them, and told you not to tell them, or else they'd tell everyone else in class. Why are you even accusing me when you knew the risks all along?"

I stared up at him, expecting an apology for his accusation, or maybe even a bit of embarrassment or shame. But he narrowed his eyes even more, voice unconvinced and nonchalant, that it nearly made me flinch. "Yeah, right."

And he turned around and didn't look back. And the moment he did, I knew he would never love me, the same way I loved him; with all my heart and soul, that even if he hurt me, I still forgive him to this day, for not trusting me back and loving me the same way he does a stranger.

The same way I wipe away tears to help him gain the stranger he wanted.

I forgive him for leaving me behind.
Jordan Hudson
I be rolling in my ride
My Maserati so fine
Polished and clean
Better then it seems
Got the white paint
Limo tint
You can't
See inside
Up in my ride
I can hide
In my ride
Maserati so fine
I be rolling in my ride
My Maserati so fine
I can
Flex on haters
Waiters, dream seekers
Follow me to the end
And we will reach goals
Beat dreams
As a team
Let's go
I be rolling in my ride
My Maserati so fine
Polished and clean
Better then it seems
Got the white paint
Limo tint
You can't
See inside
Up in my ride
I can hide
In my ride
Maserati so fine
I be rolling in my ride
My Maserati so fine
All polished and white
Maserati so fine
Maserati my ride
Driving in the night
Let's go for a ride
In my Maserati so fine
Is it so wrong?
I want to fall asleep under the stars with you,
By my side,
Ignoring the world,
And ensuring we are left in peace,
In the hopes that we find a better tomorrow.
Muluuta Mugagga
i put all my pride on the plate
and devoured it!
i left no crumb!

now my colleagues
are all smiles!
Pride is bad.
Tonight it's dark, like it always was, but that's okay - tomorrow will be a brighter day.
I will not cry no more an I will love again, so it's okay, don't mind me.
I'm blue right now, like the ocean is. And the stars will see me and smile.
I smile right back so it's okay - tomorrow will be a brighter day.
i can write a poem just the way you look
Ripped jeans symbolize your ripped soul
Tattoos to band aid a broken-heart
Red lips, thick hips
Hidden damaged relationships
Taking strolls with views of the ocean helps visualize your dreams
Hand to cover the sun
That's how bright you'll be
Young, beautiful , talented
The scars in between
Created multiple personalities
random writing wile sitting on the beach
Ashly Kocher
she was chai
exotic and thrilling.
i was addicted
drowning in her spices
her taste overwhelming me
engulfing me
but while i craved her
wanted her
she could never fulfil
the thirst in me.

i am parched
and i have no water.
Mary Velarde
prompt: write about the way the rain makes you feel

12:39 am

I've greeted grayer skies
behind my bedroom window
like new blossoming skin.
The rhythm of the pitter-patter,
like a serenade to summer,
like a late-season peach,
soft with many bruises.
Listen —
there’s a kind of tender
in the rain
that leaves one to their smallness
as the world washes away.
Tell me,
what is the right way to miss you?
Because I’ve peeled away every weaponry
I’ve built from the rubble,
tooth and nail,
clumsy hands,
bricked walls
tightly woven into suffering,
And yet I have permitted myself
to become a welcome mat
to your name.
I greet your presence,
like downpour--
teeth bared,
but no longer quivering.

Sam Clemens
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
You are the four-leafed clover
in my garden.
finding wonderment fully responsive--

and never feeling more seen, I come

inherent with asking.

as with a fruit burst ripe through a page

of air--how is it you have come out of

the Great Hiding?

to offer what you buried under many a

season for safekeeping?

a love's Love, fierce with the preludiums

of stark blindness, a mere entry point

for the beginning of surrender.

there will be so many moments of arms

to die in--I am readying wholes of me

my Love.
It doesn’t matter
How long
I wait
For you
I know
Come back
I sleep well when I’m high.
Anxiety fades, waves of thoughts ease.
My mind stays so blank sadness is out of the question.
I live well when I’m high.
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.
I am a tiger and a fawn.
The she-wolf that screams to the moon at dusk
And the meadowlark that whistles to the sun at dawn.
I am darkness and I am light
Flipping my tangled hair to the cascading stars at night
Lifting my hands in prayer, releasing the morning birds to flight.
And I will protect them,
These birds of freedom.
I will carve their songs
Deeply into my heart
And set aside a space
Where the cruelty of this world
Cannot, ever, tear them apart.
So laugh my little children,
And sing your songs of glory,
You are safe
You are heard
And you are worthy.
Under the starry night
I walk this road
There's thousands of them up there
While I'm alone down here
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.
My pen is dripping
from my heart and soul,
hoping to grow
a bit more beautiful
each day.
When I was younger I was different,
But when I grew up I became the same.
"Are you happy?", I asked him.
"Yes I am. And you?", he said
"Yes I am happy.", I replied
because finally, I stopped writing
poems about you
, I whispered.
Behind every successful man,
There is a woman.
To achieve this ideology,
I'm crumbling myself to pieces,
As best as one can.
I'm willingly giving myself up to this social construct. Everything we do for an unreciprocating love.
Shane Cook
and as the rain fell on my face,
the world just became more beautiful.
Blue moon
You used to be silver last June
You changed your color
And I wondered
If your lover left you

Why are you shining so blue
I think I already knew
Why you're so blue

My broken hearted moon
You were so bright last June
You changed your color
And I wondered
If your lover left you

Why are you shining so blue
I think I already knew
Why you're so blue


I just want you to know
I feel it too
May the constellations in the sky
guide you to my heart
Patrick Kennon
Love lost stoner, quiet loner,
what are you reading just now?
Gentle mother, sister, brother,
help me learn to forgive one another
Blunder, come out from under
your rock
Wash up, put on some new
Wash your gentle love
Long eyelashes and rock, crooked
corrupted slop
Just taste a drop, tip of your
Exhale your lungs, we are all
Walk the old road:  
ancient ways heal
your pain.
Muted voice
A sound unheard
No one will notice

Voice unmuted
Only static
No one wants to hear

So unhappy
Mute or unmuted
No one will hear

The sound is gone
Silence returns
Now visions are shown

Red and black
Colors that blind
Shrouding sight

Sight uncovered
Things wished unseen
The damage is done

Now you know
What is worse to lose?
Your sight or your voice?
The morning spills
    over you
             You look so peaceful
         in its light
                     I wish I could let you
                          stay like this
                                     In the light
                          you are beautiful
                                        with the early sun
                                dancing across your
                                                sleepy smile
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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