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mila splawska
she pulls a cigarette out of the box
fire emerges from the lighter
she lights tangible death
breathe in
2, 3, 4
her heart still hurts
breathe out
5, 6, 7
the pains a little duller
breathe in
2, 3, 4
breathe out
5, 6, 7
smoke pours out her lungs, out her mouth
if only her pain could be expelled in the same way
breathe in
2, 3, 4
(im sorry)
breathe out
5, 6, 7
i was crying
and my parents were sure
it was all because of a boy
but in fact
i am the one who always
hurts myself
it s so hard to hide this part of me, the sad one from my family. if only i could open up to them and talk about my anxiety without being judged
Emptiness reflects off the mirror
An eternal truth rests in my empty bed
Propaganda flashes on the tv screen
The unclean window shares my view
And the drain knows my dreams
AnnMarie Eichhorn
Deep witchery
I have felt
So much torment
Inside this Hell
Moves so close
Yet so far away
No time for alliances
Nothing left to say


Please forgive me
For I have felt
Deep within this Heaven
Deep within this Hell


Tho I sleep
I will Rise
Only to Awaken
To this Dream
This Paradise
Phew, this took a lot out of me
Thanks to my friends and  family
#ForTerra !
Noting changes.
Nothing grows.

Empty highs.
Empty lows.

I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.

You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.

I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.
Don't let me drag you down with me.
Aryan Sam
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
i was more frightened
to you than the skeletons
in your **** closet
-her full
longing lips

-her thighs
that bring me
deep into
a mischief
so raw
and sweet

part of her
cane sugar

-she was
for my heart

sweet tooth
no longer
heeds the

couldn't be,

Rupert Pippingford
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.
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
Kafka Joint
I am looking at trees and touching the trees,
And the trees are touching me back,
We are in a touching mood.
N Chairannisa
Once, I found myself jumping
Head-first, nose-diving, boldly,
Straight into your galaxy.

The wise stars caught me, kept me
Just close enough in orbit,
Just a little out of reach.

They knew something I didn’t.
They knew we weren’t meant to be.
Mia Pratt
I found
the ocean
near the boardwalk
the trade winds
on the sand dunes
slowly working
it's beautiful
little moments
I need from that
breathtaking view
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
      Not shaking the grass
And every night that passes by leaves me more empty than the one before...
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)
Ellie Phant
As a pandemic spreads across the globe,
we realize more and more
about ourselves
which we once did not know.
Extroverts transform into introverts,
introverts into extroverts,
finally, a revolution for the mind,
an extraordinary, cosmic show
of divine and unprecedented kindness.
Externally and internally
we will continue to grow.
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
Words' Worth
They sent a man
On the moon
During quarantine
He never came down
I am fierce
yet I burn out so easily
you can out me out
you can stomp me down
i can burn bright
or I can be small and easily killed.
my head was in the clouds
but now i'm on the ground
i keep thinking about the sky
but i can't go back now
remember what it was like
dancing upon the air
wind in my soul
cotton in my hair
i miss the hum
of distant planes
i used to be free
now i'm weighed down by chains
my head was in the clouds
but now i'm on the ground
i fell from the sky
and lost all i found
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
I was a page in your book of life.
You were a whole chapter in mine.
Micah G
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
Ellie Geneve
I drink my morning coffee,
gulp after gulp,
searching for sanity
in the bottom of the cup
Poetic T
the stars are cold
the air frigid

dying alone, corona
I'm lost in madness thinkin'
The devil inside me brewin'
Waitin', for you to be seen
Darker than it has ever been
So afraid I might lose you.
Thomas W Case
I sit back in
the place of attack, but equipped for
battle this time;
The enemy won't win.
I laugh at him as
I greet the dawn with
a love soaked heart.
It smells like
leather, and my baby's hair.
I'm fully aware of
the antagonist's snares, and tricks,
but we won't be trapped.
See, this isn't a
tragedy, it's the epitome
of romance and victory.
I'm a stallion, and
she rides me into
the evening as we
eat peaches and
pomegranates, and let
the juice glisten on
our faces in God's
glorious setting sun.
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
A sower
     A seed
A root
     Of the tree
A forest is the poet

A harvest
     A trove
A cherry
     Of the grove
Sweetness is the poet

A feather
     A wing
A flight
     Of the spring
A sparrow is the poet

A swarm
     A bee
A buzz
     In the tree
A sting is the poet

A puzzle
     A haze
A fog
     In the maze
A mystery is the poet
I am so tired
of fearing
potential endings
like 'our resources
will last forever'
can we stop

"I will always be
by your side"
What if you wont?

3 new species
in the endangered
The oldest
glacier known,
now turned to mist.

Is it possible
that we come to terms
with our approaching
and yet be at peace
with our on going motion?
I´d like to vanish
in the dark
so when the sun raises
I am gone

I don't want to be
in this world
so when the earth turns
I am gone

I wish to flee
from this life
so when the birds sing
I am gone

I gave up
the hope of morning
so when the moon vanishes
I will too
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
to the bottom of a
Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.
“ April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...

I will show you fear in a handful of dust...

...And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls;...”

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922.
Love didn't end wars
It started them
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
Felicity Paris
My sadness consumes me
Devours me;
Takes me alive

I wish I weren’t

I wish it didn't have
that chance
why would i say "i love you"?
maybe it's because you remind me of poetry.
i love you and every little rhyme,
i cherish every syllable of you.

i would say "i love you" because your beauty could outshine every rain any day.
i say "i love you" because, simply put,
i do
Well beneath my sarcasm
My hatred for the world

There is a different story waiting
Waiting to be told

For I am made of poetry
Of sunsets
And the moon

Of summer rain
And chocolate smell
And nights that end too soon

It's hidden well
It's out of sight
It's on you to find the key

For my fragile little world,
My dear,
Is not for everyone, you see?
The other day,
I unblocked you from

Not because I miss you.

Not because I am inviting you
back into my life
after a year and a half--

Because I refuse
to remain in hiding.

Olly Olly Oxen Free,

You're playing my game now.
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