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 683° 
putiira
When something bad happens to you,
don't get hurt, close the window.
Keep watching and loving life through another window.
I did it...
 610° 
No one
Have you ever noticed
The way that gentle touching
Of keys on a keyboard
Sound so much
Like the pitter-patter
Of rain,
And how
A single written word
Can have as many
Endless meanings
As there are
Drops of water
In the sea?
 564° 
Isabella Howard
Their voices echo

"We want an intellectual,

Not a beaten-down rebel,"

But you must let the flames lick your heels.

To live freely

And create beautifully

You must feel intensely.

And you will  burn
 415° 
simo
are you tired yet?
yes
 332° 
Nathan
my vocabulary is not small
nor my imagination weak
but every time you seem to call
I find no words to speak
 315° 
sara
I'll see what I can make
out of the leftovers I have.
Although, it's never too long
until the milk turns bad,

until a love turns sour
in an online second;
since, an online minute
wastes a real-life hour.

But in a snap-shot moment,
I can find life for weeks
on my stash of sugar truths,
until I forget to eat;

forget to breathe;
'til I don't even need to sleep
because the lovehearts on my photos
sing those soft melodies.

And despite the fact
that often I can't sit at ease,
somehow this perfect madness
always tastes so bittersweet.
a poem about the addictive nature of social media
 309° 
Nicolas Fargette
The more you know
About artists
The less likely you will
Make any art

I went to meet
The Lord of words
But within His pages
I'm

I went to show
The first reader
And ever since I
Have become God
 256° 
Dennis Willis
I admit
my inner brain

is very clear
on this

Rex likes
rears

And seizes
my consciousness

like a newly minted fed
seizes an Escalade

wafting clouds
of coke

when one rounds
into sight

sigh
***

And I am barbaric
Barbarous

The man no woman
Admits

Consciously

Blood draws down

Into the past
of have no words

just
must

must
have

Becoming
Civilized

Sure
have worth

Says the DNA
spending you

to see
in time

to save
itself

some


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
 250° 
TheStartOfMyEnds
The high
Had been the closest
Taste of perfection
To the reality
I sometimes loathe
Until I try to find
And bring back the me
I just tried to ****
 215° 
CataclysticEvent
I open my mouth
To say the things
I've always meant to say.
But,
They stick to my throat
Like honey.
Congeal in my lungs
Like tar.
And everything I ever
Meant to say
Remains stuck
Forever a secret hidden away.
 164° 
Hg
wri
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threading
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thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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 162° 
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
 160° 
mary liles
I may have two left feet
And always miss the beat,
But you’ve got two right feet,
So I think that makes us
Quite complete
 138° 
sixpoetry
two kids
young and dumb
chasing constellations
and the touch of their lover
wanting nothing more
than to fall off the map
and into the arms of each other
 137° 
kyle Shirley
I gave you my heart
You kept it from the start
Wishing you would stay

Love is blind
Feelings combine
Now all i feel is hate

Gravity pulls my depression
Mentality going into recession
Everything we had went astray

Darkness creeps
Yet I weep
For loneliness seems to stay.
i am the solo flight

signs & patterns

non sensical

i am the timer

the quiet time

i am a broken plate glued

reused

i was a mouse found hiding

i am embarrasment while others are not

i am reluctant

a hero

another life

i could be a leader if you listen to me

i am non binary without your finery

i am no one i may be someone

listen to me
 118° 
say
we wish for tomorrow to arrive
so we once again can wish for yesterday
 102° 
Junior Semil
I asked for her number and gave me her Snapchat// I gave her my number yet nothing. Well it’s a good thing I didn’t text her first. And look ******.
 94° 
Jae
You drew me once
It feels like forever ago
You were able to capture all the curves of my face
You knew me like no other
You looked at my face with love in your eyes
I gave you a genuine smile because you truly made me happy

Now you no longer draw me
I am not your muse
But I can only hope that the next girl you draw feels the love I felt
I want you to capture her face with your pencil perfectly
Make her smile
Make her as happy as I was
 93° 
Grey
“Oh there was a girl, yeah I think she was the one. I really do. And we tried, we tried really hard... she found happiness somewhere else and that’s okay.”
I miss you I miss her love heartbreak heartache lonely love lost
 88° 
imai
She controls her laughter,
lets it slip from the edge of her mouth,
the corners of her lips lift ever so slightly,
then, she makes a sound,
seamlessly, her fingers graze my thighs,
smoothly, her eyes meet mine,
and in her eyes, I see my reflection—
aflame, abashed, and fiery,

She is the answer I’ve scoured the world for,
and yet, she, herself, remains a mystery,

Ah, I see,
She controls her laughter
as easily as she controls me.
 82° 
Weeping willow
Hidden within
lies my true
soul
Inside my light skin
Lies a person
of old
nature

Existing before time
I come from long ago

My face shines brighter at times
As I feel more true
to myself
Than ever before
hidden deep within me
lies an ancient
soul
Feeling many things as she travels
far and wide
into the
world
Surrounded by the universe
of dreams.

By Weeping willow
2019;-]
Words
 73° 
Janna
There's a hole in my heart

A void in my mind

A deep desire for nothing but want

A need for something like fun

Adventure and thrills

Seekers and pills

Falling into a blackness

So dark I'm turning blue

Such stark it's only true

Helpless and innocent

Forgiving and iridescent

I bond with strangers

Act bold, I'm not the tamest

I am stuck, so stuck

I don't know how to get out of here

This place, this room, this hide

This mask, this facade,

This glass, this wall, this broken bridge

It is all burning up into flames

Watch it, sink

Down it goes deep into

Black Waters

- soulwriterj
Written in a state of fragility and lostness.
IG: @soulwriterj
 64° 
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
 60° 
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 60° 
John Wiley
The smell
from the wine-making
lies a memory
on the crisp July air.

Straight rows
of leafless vines
march parallel
over the hill.

A heap of
pomace
awaits its future
as compost.

Oak aging barrels
lie racked
end to end
row on row.

Pallets
of bottles
neatly stacked
await delivery.

Vintage
on vintage
full of promise
waiting in line.
This grew from a winter visit to an Adelaide Hills (South Australia) winery.
Most of the wineries in this area do the whole process from grape growing through to cellar door sales.  Some specialise in degustations of their wines with locally grown foods.
 59° 
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.
 58° 
Pure of Stars
i thought i was empty

but instead i am filled with pain
 53° 
kiran goswami
You drink my apologies every time they are offered
and savour the taste of every sip that contains
one tablespoon of my blood
and
a pinch of my bruises.
 53° 
R T Dawn
I tried to say
“I love you”
but the words caught in my throat.

I think I still do.

But every time I go to say the words they fail me.

Because every time I try,
I remember that even you
painted me
a shade of monster.

And try as I might,
I can’t get away from
the bite of your words.

So forgive me.
I think I still do,
but I can’t say that I love you.
 49° 
Pyrrha
You can't look for pride in someone else to find pride within yourself
 49° 
allison
you try to break me
but i come back
stronger than before
to my childhood bullies
 48° 
Noah Clark
Living an unhappy
life with fake smiles.


A cowardly way to
avoid your trials.


Much like hiding
behind brick walls.


Your simply not living


at all.
Don’t hide, attack your problems,
head on
 48° 
Adrasteia
You can’t love
The hate
Out of someone
 47° 
PandaPao
#11
Wala nang lumalabas na salita
Di na ako makagawa ng tula
Pinipilit basahin ang sarili
Ngunit walang tugmang mapili

Alam kong dapat walang ganito
Pagpiga ng damdamin para sayo
Diba dapat natural lang daw
At hindi magtutunog mababaw

Pero mahal bakit ganito
Bakit biglaan na lang huminto
Dahil ba nabasag ang ideyalismo
Mga makalumang aspirasyon ko

Pero mahal wag kang mag-alala
Mabubuo ko tong aking talata
Katulad ng Pag-ibig ko sayo
Gumulo lang isip hindi ang puso

Di ito hihinto tumibok para sayo
Nandito lang ako lagi para sayo
Ako nang sasalo sayo mahal
Pipiliting maging sagot sayong dasal

Mamahalin kita ng buong buo
Hinding hindi magkukulang sayo
Kaya tatapusin ko tong sulat ko
Pero hinding hindi ang pagmamahal sayo
Take Me to the Highlands of Joy where Cascades of love flow.
Take Me to where Manifestations of Beatitude grow.
Take Me to where the Cool breezes waft Positivity.
Take Me to where there is Abundance of Kindness and no Desparity.
Take Me to where Melody of the hearts sing in Empathy.
Take Me where the Angels Abide in Solidarity .
Take Me where the door's open to PROMISE LAND , baring  the Key's to the Vault's of My DREAMLAND...
Certain daily life events leave a significant mark for us to think ,the poem is an outcome of one such small incident.A roller coaster of thoughts where you are supposed to take a pause and thank the almighty for his gift of life, where in the balancing act of gratitude and sympathy is the crux 2019.2.23
 46° 
ArrowBird
The sweet, soft rain
Pit-pattering on the rooftop
Keeps the beat
As you sing to me
The most beautiful song
Of your love
 45° 
Path Humble
the count starts now (tired of tired)


I read your outcry at 3:00am
posted on Facebook

you are
tired of tired
sick of sick
the only question, will it ever end...

rise this day,  start another way...

count your blessing
count against all odds
for there are more than merely one

use both hands
both hands chested to feel the heart thrusting,
for living is a wondrous blessing unique
an unbelievable to believe than so many beats,
born and borne,
by you, a strength unequaled,
you a richness possessed

count that one first.
count my hands holding your shoulders.
count that as two, one for me, one for you.

more? more.  

mirror.  find the tiny light in each eye against a yellow backdrop.

add two more. for they are a sparking confidence of confirming.

you felt the heart thrumming
go back, feel the breathing warmth breaching forth.
add another. for now known you can never ever be cold.

wash the face, wash away the caution that sleep leaves,
the coverlet of fear that fears you not to dare,
amazing that tap water plain is sacred when it
miracle breaks you out and anoints thy forehead with pure oil like the kings of yore, be a kingly human being.

go out. do not return
until one act of kind is performed and
count that as a thousand blessed, a sum recurring recounted

walk humble and the path will always appear.
walk contented for you can be both king and servant,
there is no difference - you must be both to be the other
one.

and if you still cannot raise the head,
call me.
that would be a blessing for me
and I will hear your blessings sounds mine merge,
dear friend and no more stranger,
that is the simplest definition of our learning to count to
infinity
4:00am I read your cry on facebook
 44° 
Mark S
~ her tears
   gathered in the
cracks of my heart
    that had broken
  for her
~
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