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Krusty Aranda
If the mind


too much about reality,

it wants

to destroy itself
Universe Poems
Do not look at a book,
and, think you know the cost
or details of what,
each page contains,
as well as woolly floss remains
Woolly sheep are covered,
on the inside,
but not the Cashmere,
keep or kind
It is imitation to conceal,
the non - insulation
Losing heat cold beat
Cashmere provides,
and, usage defines,
the fibre of wool,
finer, stronger,
lighter, and softer,
more insulating,
and, longer prosper

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
Sean Hastings
The pin is standing on point

Right on the edge

Finally quiet enough

Waiting for the fall

That will shatter the glass heart
Seranaea Jones

i look up at my feet and
understand what it is like
to be buried underneath
the entirety of the Earth—

maybe Atlas was
simply interred
after all...

s jones

a poem inspired by ~Schedar~
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)
David P Carroll
I'd make love to you every night
kissing you and holding you in arms
Falling in love with you under the
Beautiful shining moonlight
Feeling true touching touching our
Heart's watching you smile so bright
I'm truly in love with you tonight.
True Love
Moonlight kissing 😘😘😘
I was only loved a little
But I was loved
and that is all I needed
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
If God granted all my prayers how miserable I would be .
And she adorned her evenings
with roses and rhymes,
words and thorns.
A night even with her sacred vessels,
she still got lost in a storm
Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Tyrell Burnett
There's a lone one, in alone.
   L  O  N  E
I was jealous
I had no right to.

I miss him
I have no right to.

I want to love him
I shall not have the right to.

And so I left...
The only right thing
I have the right to.
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
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.
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
you sit with me in my silence.
and that means more to me
roses and chocolate.
written by d.f.
Jason Drury
If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.
When I told my friend in 2018 that I had fallen in love with him he got angry with me.
So I went no contact.
When I dated my friend with benefits in 2018 and 2019 he was always angry with me.
When I fell in love with you
You got angry with me
So angry
It was your part of destroying our potential
I don't know why my love
Makes everyone so angry
But I'm never going to love
Or if I do it'll be a secret
Because my love provokes anger
And I cant take it anymore
I want to be love and be loved
And I'm a festering demon instead
My love
Brings out the demons
Of the people I feel it for
I give up
Will I always be alone?
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
Trying to get
over someone
you never had?

that's the worst
kind of struggle.

Frances Raeburn
Don’t play
with the real people
in your life
they really are
Smoke yourself silly.
Drink yourself drunk.
Cut yourself repeatedly.
Insist that nothing's wrong.
Hope they don't believe you.
They always seem to.
Are you that good of a liar?
Or do they just not want to know?
Would it matter if they did?
It's no matter now:
You've long accepted your own soft, sorrowful implosion.
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
Rupert Pip
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.
Poet X
you do not deserve
to be written about
One minute ago I was feeling everything now I feel nothing
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper


to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
Love is fake
Romance is a lie
I will be alone
Until the day I die
I'm always going to be alone.
jasmine wild
everything's so white, clean
when life's not like that
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.
we're just made of many, many dead things
and somehow, the things make us
not dead
He is someone I love
Yesterday and today
I wish tomorrow we
will be riding on a
White horse together
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