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Ana Sweeney
You made my world so
Small and so dark that I
Got lost, and I couldn’t
find the exit
charles bateman
long and wide is the road to hell , many there be that find it . The devil promised them riches and fame , with a contract and they up and signed it . Some believe that hell is the world , their sorrows are many to be counted , if you come across a bag full of woe's , leave that **** where you found it . I'm just a spectator leaving my mark in a world full of grave confusion , the grass being greener on the other side of town is just a grand illusion . I'm certain of many thing's that this life has taught me , when I was falling , spiraling out of control Jesus reached out his hand and he caught me . All of you have value and worth , if your struggling my friend's just hang in there , I assume that you know the rest ,  I believe life can be fair .
Midnight Rain
inside my head a piano plays
chopin’s aeolian harp.
in the fullness of this air
the dust sweeps off my bookshelf, in grand fashion
oscillating in the light,
the same sunlight, which blooms over my face
turning me gold, then white, then back to flesh.
past the the sound of passing cars,
the open window with its mouth full of cold air,
there is a bird cascading from the sky
it is gold, alive
then white in mourning
then flesh once more before turning to

what do we do with this light
that places all its fullness on us?
shall we dance as dust does,
then settle on like a memory of touch and
swither in death as we do in life?

let it be known that i was listening to Chopin's Aeolian Harp when writing this (which doesn’t mean that this poem is great, just that i had a good time writing it).
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
I feel lost in my dreams
it feels to good to be true
so when I wake up
and see that I’m stuck
in the same loop of time
that I’ve been in my whole life
I wish I could forget
the good feeling I felt
Whit Howland
The gray sky
and minimal sunlight

with the hard earth

seems so small
in Winter

and it makes me feel
so alone

almost like I'm trapped inside
of myself

whit howland © 2020
Minimal word painting. An original,
Pranav Khatri
Abysmal despise curtains your insecurities.
Stevie Ray
Let's not forget that we are flesh and bones.
Stillness eternal, smiling, in a storm of chaos.
Unbothered like the icy stare of eternal death.
Reflected in the blooming iris of life.
The pupil dilates and contracts
and the moments in between breaths.
We remember who we are.
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!

Vanity but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
perhaps I talk too much to the moon
and don’t listen enough to the universe

for I long for a love
too extraterrestrial
to ever find on this planet

perhaps a poet’s true fate
lies in solitude

for we yearn for connection
too shakespearean
to ever survive this modern day
I turn 21 on Saturday but feel around 70 if i’m honest.
This phrase is absolutely disgusting
and it is completely crushing.

This phrase is an invasion of privacy
and it constantly gives me anxiety.  

This phrase makes me want to throw up
every time you ask a CHILD before they grow up.

This phrase shouldn't exist
don't you understand the pain it inflicts?

Just leave us alone
to live our life.
Let us live outside of the shadows
and put away that knife.
I'm good at hiding
Can't you tell?
I whisper things
I'd rather yell.

I swear to god
I cross my heart
But you can't tell
The lies apart.

I close my eyes
So that you can't see
The one I'm showing
Really isn't me
Reagan Lee
great grandma's bracelet
it's more than that
it's a piece of history
it tells a story
like every other thing
Flutter away
Into the light
O! critter of paradise
thirstiness, like I was...
in every flying day
and midnight, I can
lay eyes on no one but
an apple, a red apple
betwixt upper and
a lower lips and,
incisors from upper
and lower jaw assaying
to make one bite
I was too young to consider
that I was turning old
Days disappeared and we slept
Nearly never
I found peace in the night
And loneliness wouldn't dare to touch me
I felt every emotion and I was
Far too comfortable
Until the day when the sun settled
Above the clouds
I could no longer see her
I forced myself to believe in something else
Never been so frightened by
Looking in the mirror
Circles and squiggly lines
Maneuvering the thoughts in my brain
Away from corners of darkness
For a moment peace resides
In every instance of life
Until sadness sweeps in
Like a snowstorm
Smothering my sighs
under a blanket of despair
A gregarious culture
connected to a stream,
an electric herding
of mediocre self esteems.

A network of fringe
for the modern conformity.
A new breed of introverts
plugging antisocial irony.
"Irony the opposite of wrinkly" - Unkown

My inspiration:'s_serious_Understanding_the_dark_side_of_social_media
callie joseph
I sat at the bottom of the pool
miles away from the turmoil and spray
where the day just warmed me
my fingers played on the tiles
illuminated in tantalizing fractals of sunlight
and apart from burning of my lungs
I was at peace, observing, quite separated from the noise.

Now I sit at the bottom of life
there is a joy in observing, not sharing,
the struggles of others
I could so easily swim up, it is within my reach- no
so until I drown, down here in the effortless depths
I am glad, to sit,
and watch the victors thrash to stay afloat
p.s (There is a beauty in watching the world burn; when you're at the center of the flames)
'don't tell my mom and i won't tell your dad'
'we're just two boys in love, what's so bad?
mihailee jamilah
A man sold you off to me.
Said he needed the extra money,
And there I was only a teen.

Greeted with a warm embrace,
Finally happy with my life’s state.
No longer in a depressed place.

Then I was caught with you,
And my friends all disappeared.
But yet you still reappear.
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
Cold hands underneath my body.
Fingers rapidly grasping my arm longing for me to stay
I shake off any affection given to me.
Get away from me” I hear one of my voices telling me.
Maybe I am right, or maybe I’m wrong
I can’t deny the feeling of confusion mixed with anger and
We’re all nonexistent species wanting to be loved so badly
by someone else because we cannot fully absorb the
concept of being alone.
We are made of single I’s.
We are two different souls that
will never ever know the other person anyway..
I wrote this when I was 14. Things have changed since then but I just wanted to share something I've kept secret for so long.
It haunts me sometimes
The distraught look in your eyes
Knowing that you can't get through

It's much worse on the other end
Seeing you so upset
Knowing you won't open up

Not even to me

It haunts me sometimes
Seeing you so unresponsive
Like I'm dead to you

I hate the feeling so much
Being on the outside
Desperate to be let in

I'm sorry I ever did it to you
I don't trust
People have broke that
I don't open up my heart
People didn't listen to that
I don't follow
People have led me astray
I don't love
People took advantage of that

But here I am
Someone known for such a short time
I trust you
Like you are trustworthy
I open my heart up to you
Like you will always listen
I follow you
Even if we were to fall off a cliff
I love you
Like you had earned it

Here I am
and Loving
Like I don't have anything to lose
As if I didn't learn before

Here giving my all to you
Like I never did before
I was crying so hard.
I felt the tension in my heart.
It was about to burst.
I knew that would be my curse.
Buddy T
you’re every melody and every song
you’re the pounding in my head all night long
pounding, pounding all night long
bleary eyes and heavy cheeks
you’re the sore in my bones that make them meek
and every other week
another year come and gone, so long

the ringing in my ears
the salt in my tears,
tongue long against my face
catching them before they slip away
another race
down the roadway
to your doorframe
come 2nd place
but who’s to say
i kiss you anyway
2020 is almost over
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
Do I know
Who I am on my own
Before I've met
Any other I have known?
Who am I, as a person? Is there even a portion of me that isn't influenced by others, or made up of pieces of the people I've let into my life? I'm afraid I don't know who I am tonight.

Let me be myself and write a poem for me.

If I die tonight
Please don’t pray for me
Hell is full
And Heaven’s gates don’t open free

If I die tonight
Look up to the stars
Peel back the façade
Past the hate in our hearts

If I die tonight
Find peace in my courage
Never backed down
Went out in a flourish
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
Deb Jones
This is my heartache
To bear witness, to listen
As one of my adult sons
Cries from a heartbreak
Only to me will they cry
As I make soothing noises
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
Sharon Miedema
This poem keeps getting a BAD GATEWAY 502
Or even gets deleted.
I reported the ''Bad Gateway'' situation a while ago but no response.
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
For now-
Go to sleep
And wake up a better person.
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
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
The cold dead air
pressed against my skin
trying to get in
but maybe this time
I won't let it win
                                                            ­    has

In the End, It will all fit together.
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