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 1070° 
Ylang Ylang

Vein.
Vain.
Name.
Vain.
Same.
Insane.

  ...rain?
 760° 
hannah
Sing me to sleep
In this heartbreak summer
Drown me in the spring
Where we clung to each other
Winter in my bedroom
Blankets pulled up to smother
On the one night a year
That we pretend we are lovers
Starting writing because Heartbreak Kids was stuck in my head and somehow I ended up with this.
 511° 
kat victoria
i could spend the rest of my life
crying for you
flood the world over
a time or two
 345° 
Madison Wright
I guess I’ll never understand
      Why you cry yourself to sleep

Why you look in the mirror
      To see one missing piece

What must I do to help you
      Sleep sound
            When I’m not around...

You are complex, hard to read

But,

You are

perfect

to me.
 260° 
Peter Gareth
Will this feeling ever go away?
I wish I could separate black from white
But all I see is different shades of grey
And sooner or later it'll drive me mad
For I'm not sure if I'm a kind person
Who often messes things up
Or a villain hiding myself
Under the mask of virtue
 230° 
Daisy
Hands around my neck
You're holding me from my back.
I think I love you most like that,..
or i did, last time i checked.
As long as you stay
I promise to be happy every single day.
And, if you ever begin to fade,
I won't be far away.
To walk by each other's sides on our way
We have to stay awake,
But it's a dark world out there.
Let us be brave.
 226° 
Grace Ann
And I asked that you love me more than I hate myself
That's a tall order
A request that one may think is impossible
But you looked my in my eyes
With a fierceness that could set out forest fires
And through your parted lips
You whispered
I already do.
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Foo                     lish
Whoops just a silly
 180° 
Baby Boy
I like you,
I love you,
And i left you alone..
I hurt you,
You moved on,
While i found someone new.
Now i miss you,
And I talk to you,
You're still the girl that I knew.
You still love me,
Care for me,
And you're always be true.
Youre someone,
Not just anyone,
You will always be one.
Someday,
When everythings okay,
I wanna be with you everyday.
Im sorry i made it this far
 173° 
silentwoods
and
just like
   tree buds
    in the
  spring,
i have been
     granted
  a season
     to grow
 145° 
Just Matt
She caught me with beauty
Not by her charm
My defenses had fallen
I was completely unarmed.
I had no will against her
She had the strength of a drug
There was no breathing or living
Apart from her hug
I wrote this from experience. This is about the innocence of first love. I fell in love with a woman and had feelings I hadn't before. I didn't know how to handle the emotions.
 130° 
Dipesh
Hey there,
my name is p%#@c ,
oh, it’s you!
gibberish, your thoughts,
unsettled, your views.

Stay-in and fuse,
or leave you all loose,
Make you all freakish,
so people think you a fool?

Your creation I am,
You are my fuel,
my God,
my life,
my death,
You design my contour.

Yet, I am mortal,
I deserve a fine doom,
Sword through my soul,
And I shall rest,
in the ruins.
" You have a meeting? Oh wait I’ll come with you. :) " said Panic.
 117° 
Donna
If this poem trends
I just want to say to all
Hi nice to meet you

:-)))

<3
Oops my humour gets the better of me :-)))))) xxxxxxxxxxx
Have a lovely Sunday xxxxx
 116° 
Stephanie
Para sa Pusong Iniwan
: A Spoken Word Poetry by Stephanie Dela Cruz

Umuulan na naman pala
Basa na naman ang kalsada
Malamig na naman ang dampi ng hanging nagmumula sa bukas na bintana
Gabi na rin pala, nalipasan na nang gutom,
Nakapatay ang ilaw sa kwarto, pero maya’t mayang binibisita ng liwanag ng kidlat
ang malungkot na gabi
Ang hirap pala ngumiti kung may luhang dumadampi sa mga pisngi
Nakakatawa kasi eh. Buti pa ang kidlat bumibisita
Buti pa ang kidlat, may hatid na liwanag, tapos yayakapin ka ng kakaibang lamig ng haplos ng hanging dala nito
Mabuti pa ang ulan, bumubuhos na parang malayang-malaya
Bumubuhos kasama ng mga luha
Bumubuhos kasama ng mga sakit na iniwan
Bumubuhos kasabay ng pagluha ng pusong iniwan.

Umaga na naman pala
Buti nalang nagising ng maaga
Haharap sa mesa, at kagaya ng nakasanayan, magtitimpla ng mainit na kape
Tatangkaing gisingin ang diwa, susubukang palitan ng init ang hatid na lamig ng gabi
Iba talaga ‘pag hinahatid ka ng sariling paghikbi sa kapayapaan ng mundo ng mga panaginip
Doon kung saan walang sakit, yung bang walang imposible
Heto na naman, panibagong araw
Araw-araw kong nasisilayan ang sigla ng sikat ng araw pero bakit dama pa rin yung dilim kinagabihan
Hindi pa rin matanaw ang liwanag
Tinangay mo kasi
Sinama mo sa pag-alis
Bakit naman kasi ang bilis? Hindi man lang ako nakapagpaalam

Tanghali na pala
Oras na ng kain.
At tulad ng dati, inaaya pa rin nila ko kumain
At tulad ng dati, tumatanggi pa rin
Kasi alam ko pupuntahan mo ko tapos sabay tayong kakain
Dun sa dati, sa paborito natin
Tanghalian na pala
Pero imbis na sa pagkain ay sa telepono ako nakatingin
Hindi man aminin pero sa loob loob ko’y naghihintay pa rin
Para sa iyong “kumain ka na ba?” o “Puntahan kita, kain tayo”
Hingang malalim, yung may kasamang matinding damdamin

Ilang tanghalian pa at malilimutan rin kita

Malilimutan ko rin yung ningning sa’yong mga mata kapag kausap kita
Yung mga biro **** corny pero tatawanan ko pa rin kasi habang binabanggit mo yun, natutuwa  ako
Natutuwa ako na kasama kita
Natutuwa ako na kausap kita
Natutuwa ako kasi akin ka
Natutuwa ako kasi ang cute mo, para kang batang masayahin
Natutuwa ako kasi magkasama tayo
Natutuwa ako kasi solo natin ang bawat sandali
Natutuwa ako kasi ikaw yan at mahal kita

Yun. Tumpak! Mahal pa rin kita.


Matagal na rin pala.
At hindi na tulad ng dati
Memoryado ko na lahat ng pasikot-sikot ng pagkatao mo
Ginawa kasi kitang mundo ko
Mahirap.
Masakit.
At para lang malaman mo, hindi kita kinabisado na tila mga salita sa paborito nating kanta para lang limutin
Mahirap.
Masakit.
Hindi naman kasi kita ginawang mundo para lang lisanin
Pero hindi naman talaga kita nilisan, mahal.
Ikaw yung nang-iwan
Ikaw yung sumuko
Ikaw yung bumitaw
At matagal na rin pala
Nung sinabi mo sakin na “Malaya ka na” alalang-ala ko pa. Yun yung panahon kung kalian ayaw kong lumaya. Ayaw kong lumaya sa pag-ibig mo. Gusto ko masintensyahan ng habang-buhay na pagkakulong dyan sa puso mo, sa buhay mo.

Pinilit ko kumapit pero kinalagan mo ako, pangako, pinilit ko pero pinalaya mo ako

Matagal na rin pala
Mahirap pa rin.
Masakit pa rin.
Ako nalang ang hinihintay. Siguro’y panahon na.
Para sarili ko naman yung palayain ko
Hindi naman siguro kailangang pilitin
Hindi naman kasi ganoon kadaling kalimutan ang isang taong naging parte na rin ng pagkatao ko
Pero para sa ikalalaya ng pusong iniwan
Para sa ikagagaling ng pusong lubos na nasaktan
Sisimulan ko na…..                makalimot.

Pero teka…


Umuulan na naman pala.
Wag naman sana pero ayan na, papatak na naman pala


Maaalala na naman kita.
I just have every pain and smiles enough to write this piece, not necessarily the experiences. Perhaps, with all my heart
 112° 
Victoria Jennings
The worst part
Of loving someone so deeply
Is that when it's all over
There's a piece of them in you
Forever
There's always a drop of love
Even if it's mixed with rage.
 86° 
Sean Hunt
Green is not my favourite colour
but I know not why
others love the green of trees
I seem to love the sky

The colour I prefer
is the one way up high
the blue that can be seen
when we look up at the sky

But if I fly up there
to find something that's blue
I'll never find a blue sky
it simply isn't true
 84° 
Adarsh Jaiswal
There's No Past ,
There's
Everyday .
 79° 
Ashly Kocher
My inspiration and thoughts are running dry
 78° 
dian casile
The night and the seekers
Waiting for the light
To give a name to a longing

~ dian casile
 66° 
BR Dragos
adopt a demon tonight
and if you're a writer
she'll help you become a
great one even
It is worth exposing yourself
to her
You won't call her a demon,
of course. That term is offensive
You'll refer to her as The Muse,
your muse
and she will visit you when the
time is right
and the time will be right
when you start doing your thing
You'll see.
What is yesterday but;
T-odays
I-rreplaceable
M-oments,
E- xpended.
 60° 
Janet Aitch
Blue and yellow paints
make green
but flowers, mixed, don't
 59° 
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be believed
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
 58° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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d
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.
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 56° 
Lyn-Purcell


Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn


My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
 56° 
Queenarama
Your life is not permanent.
You are not stuck.
You have choices.
You are allowed to grow and to change.
Just something I keep telling myself...
 51° 
Maggie Sorbie
The pink cherry blossom petals
don't make a sound
as they reach
the ground
 50° 
Mathew P Nangolo
Birds of feathers flock together
also people of feets walk together
so let's walk together
and take lead
to make world
a better place to live
 50° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 48° 
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.
There's no relationship with a
Man you gotta share
With other's
 46° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 46° 
Anthony
Spilling my truth as if it were my own blood
It drains me as I search myself
For what sleeps inside
Sums it up.
 43° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 43° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
Let’s love hard and reckless.
Like the sounds of madness,
That mutter insults into our ears.
We are perfect as long as we don’t think,
but that is what we are programmed to do
We’ve done it for so long;
Engrained into our flesh.
We can’t be pleased.
Stuck in a cyclone.
A Vortex.
Endless if we can’t find our way out.
Two souls
Linked
forever
to find
their happiness.
When it was right
In front of them
All along.
Love is a Vortex.
I'm happy,
I'm sad,
I'm annoyed,
I'm Laughing,
I'm Crying,
I'm Living,
I'm mentally dying,
I'm depressed,
"I'm a loser",
I'm a distorter,
I'm Bipolar...
I don't know I might delete this.. work in prog..
 39° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 38° 
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
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