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I eat your poetry like ice cream.
It settles in orbits in my mind.
A universe of words swirling
into meanings understood by
the lost souls called poets.
The fact that others are winning
doesn't mean you are losing.
Seeing yourself as a failure is
a lure into the abyss โ€” don't do it!
Rejoice with those that are winning
Because life is about timing โ€”
yours will come in its due season.
Let their win inspire you, not pressure you.
FJ Davis
Searched, for a lifetime, to discover
a single example of magic in our reality.
Eventually, I discovered
it's all magic!
You terrified me.
You are too much.
You are outrageous, wild and free.
All the things,
I wish,
I could shamelessly be.
You made me feel things
that I didnโ€™t even know
existed in me.
From the feeling
of self doubt and disbelief,
that you could actually love someone like me.
To the warm fuzzy feeling,
that tingled in my belly,
& the swelling in my heart.
A rush that overfilled me.
From the love you gave to me.
I could see these feelings were no lies.
I know the truth spoke from those eyes.
It terrified me,
so I ran
I hid.
I never felt such a thing.
You made me feel things
I didnโ€™t know exist.
This is why he turned you into a ghost...
Caroline Ward
The rain has
Washed away
Some part of me
So even in sun
I drip.
eleanora santino
i thank the sun
for its light
and warmth
i am kin to the earth
no longer afflicted
with a muddy mind
i am green now
i have grown.
all i can do is grow. it's my only option.
Here lie secrets
Barely out of reach
All the things
Out there with no
Words to speak
Show me
A childโ€™s game
love only knows
What Iโ€™ll never tell
And ever will
A world
Full of mysteries
Line thrills
And take me
by my words
Never realize the things
I canโ€™t escape; I live
No chance but to walk
On forward into
forever stays
closed at night
But when the sun comes back
Iโ€™ll rise to my death
Because believe me
Secrets never keep
with the trees
in the breeze

with the sky
the stars why

with the rain
the earth's pain
Chyanne Rosenbaum
I wear makeup to work,
So people treat me better.

I work with fish.
I get covered in slime.
I don't make tips.
(Not that, that is acceptable)
I have a fiance.
I'm off market.
I'm not there to impress anyone.

No makeup.
I'm ignored.
My credentials are questioned more.
They pick fights.
They behave poorly.

With makeup well,
I only have to deal with one creepy person.

I wear makeup to work,
So people treat me better.
distance made a deal with time
to keep you away from me
but little do they know
i tell the moon how much i love you every night
and she whispers it in your dreams

so you always know

and we
won't just
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                                   and my
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
The glass of water shattering,
in my imagination and almost beyond
like everything else in so many ways
but not me, never me;
I am... the safety
I am the padding of the cell
I am the broken fuse allowing all the light to shine.
I am the possibility that smothers the fear in cradle.
Rupert Pip
You catch life
one tear at a time
to one day
fill an ocean.
I heard you liked short poems, so here's one for you.
never sin before a mirror,
for it will never forget
no matter if it's no big deal
or your greatest regret.
it won't shame you,
it won't hurt you,
it won't blackmail you, nor bribe
but if a mirror knows a secret,
youโ€™re as good as dead inside.
โ€œMirrors remember everything they have seen.โ€
i looked down
twenty three stories

tears in my eyes
legs shaking

every intention
of falling head first

you seeโ€” i was just so tired
of having to land
on my feet
so many people
are so tired
of having to be so strong
In this constant state
Of hollow emptiness
I long.....
For a messy chaos.
Iโ€™m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
luna imagery
Once there was a boy
Who stood in front the mirror
For so long he drowned
He was gasping for air but
No one saw him but himself
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my bodyโ€™s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppinโ€™ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess Iโ€™m not ready
Because I canโ€™t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life Iโ€™ve lived
I fell in love with candlelight-
in my darkness, she shone so bright.
She danced the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.

But wax and wick both burn away,
and candlelight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that fickle flame will go astray.

But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for candlelight, its fleeting form.

I fell in love with candlelight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight,
and faded out at end of night.
Joseph Zenieh
Come to me and speak aloud; l love your voice.
Your words combined with your smile make me rejoice.
When you sit beside my seat and start to speak,
all the objects in the room at your eyes keek.

Your eyes join your words to send my heart a call,
which l have been waiting for; it is my goal.
When l see you cheering up in front of me,
you make all my world as l want it to be.

Great's my joy when l see you requite my love,
and agree to share my nest as my white dove.
Our world will be so white and full of joy
as our love is purest gold, not an alloy.
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
and it took this long
to realize you never meant much to me
to realize that I never meant anything to you

I have wasted too much time and tears on you
slowly developing an attachment that
even after all these years,
life continues;
you aren't my sunrise, or my sunset

time is wasted when you wait for those things to come about
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
kiran goswami
The 'Uni'-verse
is one song.
And you are every word
in its lyrics.
I thought you loved. You left.
2. I reached. Fingers brushed. Warmth built.
3. Cloud of angry words. Still standing.
My favourite six word story is Margaret Atwoodโ€™s, but I think Hemingwayโ€™s is more famous.
What is seen is temporary
What is unseen is eternal

I live on borrowed time
but I will gladly spend it with you

My days are numbered
but I will gladly count it with you
Kelly Mistry
Emotions are hard
Hard to feel
Hard to share

Itโ€™s so much easier to offer a mirror
And let others
              See what they want to see
              Hear what they want to hear

Offering authenticity is complicated
Full of light
              and dark
                       and confusion

Sometimes I donโ€™t want to look
I donโ€™t want to see
I donโ€™t want to know

                   I donโ€™t want to feel

But a shallow existence only works for so long
To grow, we must grow roots
To connect, we must expose our underbelly

Will you be worthy of my truth?
Will you face it with me?
Will you meet my vulnerability with your own?

I can only wish
And hope
And believe

That you will
The hardest thing Iโ€™ve ever had to do?

It wasnโ€™t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact Iโ€™m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing Iโ€™ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.

Even a tortured soul
needs a place to cry.
Iโ€™m so glad
That youโ€™re my

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.
๐—ž๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐——๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐— ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ,
๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป, ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜‡๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐˜€๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ &
๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด. ๐—ž๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐Ÿฎ
๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐—ฒ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐˜€, ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ณ๐˜๐—น๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น & ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐Ÿณ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€.
Mary Anne Norton
Mourning dove sitting
On weeping willow
Droopy flowers gazing
Floppy eared dog
Waiting to walk
Buzzing sound of bee
Babies crying
Melancholy fills the
Morning air
Perhaps a full moon
Will appear
And dance the
Night away
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Erin Riley
in the
is where
we learn
how to
our light.
Maria Etre
If I see it
then it is

If I hear it
then it is

If I taste it
then it is

If I read it
then it's
a different
If I see what you see, and they see it too, that doesn't mean I am crazy!
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)
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