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To be of someone’s help
Even when falling short of, self
Can be gratifying
if I die tomorrow
Have I lived my life well
Will I got to Heaven
Or sink straight down to Hell

Did I live
It up
Did I give
From my cup

Did I love him right
Did I hurt him instead
Did I waste those sleepless nights
By staying alone in bed

Why do I get to live
And others die
Why do the evil live
And the good die
They only offer a 3D scan,
and me,
not unintentionally so,
so I refused.

a silk purse and a sow's ear
look the same from the rear,

which is besides any point
except for the point of no return
where refunds are not given,

I am pulled there by forces
unknown to me,
free, but not free to decide
if the price is worth it.
Andrew Clark
The air is freezing
My throat might bleed
Still I must be leaving
To smoke some ****
It was plain for anyone to see
That you and me
Was a terrible idea
Seems you cannot
Build a relationship
Simply off of love.

I’m.                  Breaking

Christa Ziegler
you unwrapped me
you wrapped your arms around me
and i was tied

you said i kissed your lips
i am never
so bold
and i never
stopped thinking about you

champagne and confessions
i let you in
untie me expose my skin
and my soul

i let you touch me
i needed
and gave myself
for just a moment
my whole

too soon
i folded back into
myself and returned to
the present
What’s going on, there is too much business?
What is going on, there is too much fake love?
What’s going on, in nowadays love?
There is too much money involved, is it business?
What’s going on in this church, is it business?
There is too much money involved, where is truth and God's love.
Truth and love are things of the past, there is no truth and love.
There is too much business in our life, no time for truth and love.

Giving and forgiving are things of the past in this generation.
Only money talks, in this world of business;
Truth and love are the hardest thing to find in this world.
There is so much business, what’s going on with this generation;
Only money talks to this generation, full of business.
Thank you very much for giving, forgiving, giving love in this business world.

Written by: The Senior 15/11/2018
-The Difference
he got this basic name
almost every parents had that.

cute face decent personality
suddenly offered me a hand.

his breath suffocate me
grey monoxide from his lungs.

cancer stick on his left hand
dark lips talking sweets.

so I ran.
like always.
no honey
I don't need to die young
Sophia Li
you know there is an ending
but still-
let it rolls
let it burns
Ashly Kocher
The moment when
Everything is
But yet it’s
Into place
Harriet Cleve
Life happens

poetry helps
Ray Dunn
your heart
breaks different
when it beats
idk something that just popped into my head
Adolfo Plazola
If I wake up, and I lay staring at the ceiling above long enough would I get dizzy and fall back to sleep?
Everywhere I go, I tend to observe the mere signs and objects around me, and I think to myself, if they had a conscious would they as well be nauseated by their own observation? If a certain species, or a certain particle can be consciously aware of its own self, would that drive “it” to the point of nausea; therefore, the species, or the particles that make up the objects would not really come to exist.
ok okay
Depression is numbness
Anxiety is pain
When they are mixed
It is like fire and rain
Except the fire never goes out
And the rain only becomes heavier
3am thoughts
Depression is rain and anxiety is a raging fire
So this is us
Never meant to be
There is only you
And only me
There is no we
In a world where death is the only promise,
The rush of feeling alive
Comes with each little heart break
And the reconstruction
Of love's architecture.
He felt humiliated
When asked not to read
The poem he wrote
That described his pain,
He need not have.
He forgot each one of us
Had a tale to tell
Of unique torture and pain.
His pain they knew to be
Of the deprived.
They had seen him,
His head bent low,
Languish on the beach
Picking and rejecting seashells
And then
Draw patterns with his toes
On the wet sand.

I dreamed of skin

as petal soft,

a fragrance gone

and lips remember.

I dreamed of skin

in jealous eyes

like water flows

across her thighs

and lips remember.

I dreamed of skin

painted in rose

desires drawn

across her bed

and lips remember-

November 14, 2019
“Is it the raindrops pervading my being?
or is it your lips touching my skin?”
― Avijeet Das
Jo Pietersen
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
The Spider
I let your name roll off
My tongue,
One last time.
Like water, dripping down
A melting icicle;
That, and nothing more.
you twisted a knife in my stomach and shoved your tongue in the wound!
you told me it was just sibling love and I believed you!
bleeding is all I know!!
its so fun to hurt this bad!!
its all I know!!!
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!
Explanation 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
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
Carlo C Gomez
the best things in life are free tax
...and recycling fee
This rock bombastic
Fallow fears real
Clinging like
To moss shadows
Even sun
In november caustic
Divide the day
Climb and descend
Love for
A time muscles
Pinched mind
Callowed flying
With soft strokes
Angélica Leyva
and unfortunately,
after multiple unfollows
after multiple dislikes
after multiple blocks
after multiple deletions
after multiple “it’s over”

some feelings will never go away
any my mind will always wonder “what if?”
I don’t know
If I believe in soulmates
Or fate

But if you told me
That something
Or someone
Had planned for us to meet
And made each of us
For the other

My darling I don’t know
If I would be able
To argue

You are
Everything I always dreamed of
I could’ve never imagined
Maybe there’s something between us.
A fire that we kindle but try to put out as if we are ashamed,
Blinded by the light.
But as that fire grows larger,
It becomes harder to control.
At some point,
We must accept the warmth that the flames bring us.
Every day I try and keep these feelings at bay.
I mean
I suppose love is a disease.

there are the symptoms,
the racing heart
constant thoughts,
and if your a writer
countless poems dedicated to them
or your love.

I suppose love is a disease
but if its you,
its not one I would mine
Wrap my throat with barbed wire
clip my tongue and yank it out
sew my lips and make me
Manan sheel
Sometimes, I feel
that the modern world
has traded love, for clarity...

has traded flowery gardens,
for deserts.
has traded stars,
for a picture of stars.
has traded dance and songs,
for analysis.
has traded ecstasy,
for mere control.
has traded heart,
for mind.

has traded life,
for death...

© Manan sheel.
too soft
They left me to rot,
then called to ask how I was doing.
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
and i miss that feeling,
i miss that time,
i miss my love,
and i miss those eyes.
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.
alaska jade
Our love, a match
You, a Marlboro evening
We share every warm sunset.
I'm not sure when we'll finally burn out but at least I'll have the ashes to prove that we really, really, did try.
You, a lighter, ignite my flame
let the sparks never die.
After all this time still wishing and wishing upon shooting stars for you
my one true love.
melanie jackson
i sit alone
in a room full of people
i observe the groups
they laugh, they talk
i sit silently trapped
inside a cell i made myself
inside my head
i scream wanting to leave
wanting someone to save me
but lower i fall
i can fake a smile
fake a laugh but
what no one sees is the girl inside
but still i say i'm living
i can say i'm fine
but one day
when im older
i will defeat depression
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