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Mantha MW
The page tried to escape
Wiggling to the next
Asking me to read more
To see what this tiny book has in store
“Go on” it said “just a little farther”
I let the page turn
So we are one page closer
Closer to what?
I’m not sure yet
Only my books knows
i held you for a night
and now things are different

what changed?
god I'm so confused
Chante Coutinho
I always felt there was something
Missing from my heart
A gap found within my being
My soul with a missing part

I wonder if it will become complete
Or if a part of me is destined to be lost
Did a thief come to steal it at night
And sell it at no cost

Used to being incomplete
And knowing no other way
I eventually stopped searching
And felt that I would be okay

But silently I heard
The lost piece sing
Crying out my name
In the depths of the wind
Take me to the mountains
Drop me from the peak
Let my sadness be my gravity
And your love be the ground.
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
I wonder
how will you survive
the torrent of lies
when they come undone?
shanika yrs
It  was a word from heaven
so it makes sense, sometimes
that you look up above your head
kneels down and pray for your God,
He may extend the "love"
if the prayers get heard
© shanikayrs
When in large groups
They're audible
But intelligible
It's soothing
I don't have to be a tentative listener
White noise is somehow calming
Whisps and whisks
of purple and blue
The neurons crash
Still sensing you
Life is pleasant
Life is abundant

Life could be tough
Life could be rough

Make courage your armour!
Make faith your anchor!

Live life to live
Even in its oven

Never forget life's abundance
Whatever you desire
Comes in abundance
If you truly want it

Always see the rainbows
Lining the rough sky
In the wintry winter!
Tony Tweedy
Life is sure to cost you whilst on the path you choose.
And there will be heartache from things that you will lose.
A greater pain you may encounter, at a far greater cost,
is to no longer see a value in things that once you lost.
You can lose trust in many ways for many things. It can shake foundation and pillar as destructively as any earthquake.
Not entirely happy with the last line..... of or in??
Karen Figueroa
His death may have not killed me
But it has wounded me
Imperfect clones orbit without shame,
with only fractions of your promise.
Yet I love them just the same,
maybe even more,
because they actually have a name.
MaKenzie Unser
i wonder
if the sky watches me
cry into wrinkled linen
all night
Corwin Schneider
Demons are here
Demons are there
they run in your head
they run till you are dead
tormenting your choices
laughing in your face
destroying things you have built
it's like you are running in place.
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
smile flower
hate is a strong word that I can only use to describe my feelings towards you

hate is what fills my eyes with tears everytime you spit your degrading words towards me, you spit and spit until I am nothing but a puddle of sadness and pity

a puddle of hatred that you splash and stomp your feet in, with each stomp my the hatred grows and expands until I become a ocean of hate

yet you dont seem to care and keep swimming in me

the hatred I have for you is something I wish I did not have, I wish I was a ocean of love and admiration for you

but you can only seem to put me down and belittle me

so a ocean of hatred is what I am
I wish my life was different.....
let the light in
Azurel Mata
Fingernails clack on
Piano keys, yellow teeth
Sour milk on marble...
harlee kae
look in the mirror
what do you see?
..or is that only me

look in the mirror
maybe there's more
then this perfect person
you've been striving for
Be the Shizuka to my Shefali
Perhaps a little of your scent
Will rub off on me

I'll take the perfume from high life
If others can sense the grime
From stacking strife

When we lie together, hear my heart
For other's heads will spin
When they can't tell scents apart
Here I go again. Feeling *** as ever.
It is when I’m alone
That I find
I really hate my own company.
You’re stuck in my mind
You are lodged in my marrow
You know who you are
You’re my object of love.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
sandra wyllie
I like the little people.
They haven’t lived long enough
to become jaded. They’re not judgmental.
They’re inquisitive and want

to learn. And they listen
with full hearts and empty heads
eager to get filled. The big people have
empty hearts and full heads. So, they

don’t listen well. And they’re simpler,
the little people. They find joy in little,
mundane things. The big people need the fancy,
expensive and complicated toys to bring them joy.
My heart pounds eagerly
Awaiting the outcomes of the morrow
What is awaiting me
Love, hatred or sorrow?

Fear and anticipation
All wrapped into one
Securely tied with a ribbon
Now we wait for the sun

Marching on to the time
Allowing fate to lead the way
My heartbeat is all I can hear
Let's see what's awaiting me today.
You are the most annoying dog I've ever seen
You whine and beg to be put on our laps but when we do
You whine and beg to be put down
You get car sick whenever we drive you around
You have an **** high pitched bark

You aren't even that cute

But when you were on the verge of death
We felt bad for you
And that, my friend, is why you still exist in my life.
my doggie has a lot of issues but deep down I still love him
If writing is as easy as saying,
I would write all the time.
But dear, it is not.
when you look at me
the more i see
i fall too deep
into the ocean breeze

my heart is competing
but youre just succeeding
Annika J
My poetry is always written
In the heat of the moment

The big picture is often neglected
It is but
One moment in all my life

The perspective might be messed up
And the feelings exaggerated
But it's nice to have that moment captured
Writing late nights

My escape. A takeaway

Hiding under a porcelain mask

Piece by piece it falls apart

Need a repair so I can repel the snakes.

Visions of an idyllic lake

Alone and away from the fakes

Depression should never be an obsession

But it takes you over like a storm

But it's okay,

Look that storm in the eye and say

I will run away and transform

Away from this minuscule norm.
Last nights thoughts. Better now I guess
Dostoevsky dreams

And Pushkin lines

And rhymes...

Like Bolshevik bullets

Tear into me


Hot sleep!

Dead Tsars and Anastasia

Mean nothing to me

But I miss them


Aristocratic nonsense

But tiaras are pretty

With diamonds shining

In a Russian night

As kulaks die

The diamonds glitter

A worthy reminder

Of a beautiful time

When debutantes danced

And the little Tsarina

Could dream in peace
She cried for help,
No one was there

She stared at the blank sky
Thinking it deserves another try

Emptiness filled her heart
Bewildered with sadness

She tried again
And so she glanced in the distance

There, it was him, waiting.
Hope you like it! More coming soon!

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
Gekyla C
It takes one team

To make the dream

That is hungry to perform

And can make a grand slam

A journey full of storm

Will be always above the norm

A frightful way to coform

All  members in a warrior form

A gold medal to aim

For a champion team
half tragedy half hope
my heart is in
an infinite war
between both sides
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.
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct

her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.

the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.

each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.

but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.

a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
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