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I'm staying safe for me
not anyone else

I'm taking care of myself
for me
not anyone else

I'm getting better for me
not anyone else

I'm me for me
not anyone else

not even for you
John Destalo
I was falling
for you

the feeling of
being weightless

the sky and
the ocean are

like your eyes

your eyes and
Einstein’s brain

are the depths
I can never reach

but I will drown trying
to reach either or both
In your flaws,
I'm unable to find fault.
In your flaws,
I see the beauty of your soul.
Mitchell Duran
An eye dyed
The color black

Glares at me

From the side window.

I'm holding
A thing
Of orange juice and
I hate orange juice

But the eye dyed
The color black

Is indifferent
To my feelings.

It, they, the eye dyed
The color black

Only cares about

What I do
And, I presume,
Why I do it for reasons

The eye
Will never

Answering why,
Would only

Make them

Do tuberoses bloom in the dunes?
Or is it a miracle if they do. But, why bloom there when the firefly is no where to consume.

To touch and run down the silk white petals, to kiss the slightly rose hue. To breathe the sweet breath. None of that. Thus why bloom in the dunes.
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
Keah Jones
You met my shadow
A monster that has been lying dormant for years
Just waiting to come out and take over

You met my shadow
The thing I tried so hard to hide and protect you from
Because I knew it would scare you away

You met my shadow
β€œShe” appeared from the deepest hell inside of me
When I felt my world was crashing down
Taking advantage when I was weak

You met my shadow
For that I am sorry

And I don’t blame you because
When β€œshe” comes out of the darkness
All I want is to run away too

I am not using her as an excuse
merely wanting you to understand that β€œshe” is not me
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
i think too **** much.
i know there is no love in Her heart,
at least not for me.
i know that i have more in me
than She will ever be able to give me.
the days will continue,
lives will continue to be made,
to be ended prematurely,
or not soon enough.
at what point do i know that my suffering is done?
when She is dead
i know i will feel it.
the relief of a pained soul
finally at peace.
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)
i have grown flowers out of the marrow of my bones
i have harbored seeds from the blood that flows
i have created skies from the pain in my eyes
and i do it all for you,
my wildflower
Thomas Glennan
Love or
leave me
dear God won't you reprieve me

Build me up
break me down
some things are easier when you're not around

I'm defeated
I'm tired
my thoughts uninspired

I've not a bed to sleep in
a cloth to weep in
the reaper comes creepin
There's subtle, eerie beauty in letting go,
allowing your creation to fly freely
to meet the audience, live its life just soβ€”
it waited to escape your grasp so keenly.
What others feel about it you can't control.
Your inspiration, the readers will ignore
so to get scared, to react with their own feelings.
It's brought into existenceβ€”you played your role.
Don't be afraid, it's strong to break through ceilings.
about writing
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
Locked in place
With a twisted face
Merged with emotional platitudes
Left to the dogs
I ponder, why did this face
Presume today
Would be a good day?
If she left it aflame,
Would he stick by?

                                                   or sigh,
                                                       as he is tossed, cast away to the

With just the scent of her hair,
Memory of her eyes
                                                      With a backhand embrace
                                                             confronted with lies
Rose Cliff
𝙸 πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞.
π™±πšžπš 𝙸 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› 𝚜𝚊𝚒 πšπš‘πšŠπš
πš‚πš˜ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŠπš›πš” 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπš˜πš–πš–πš’πšπšπšŽπš πš˜πšžπš› πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽπš— 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘𝚘.
π™±πšžπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› 𝚜𝚊𝚒 πšπš‘πšŠπš
πš‚πš˜ πš˜πš— πšπš‘πš˜πšœπšŽ πš—πš’πšπš‘πšπšœ 𝚠𝚎 πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽ πš˜πšžπš›πšœπšŽπš•πšŸπšŽπšœ.
π™³πšŽπš•πš’πš›πš’πš˜πšžπšœ πšπš›πš˜πš– πš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšžπš—πšπšŽπš›.
Silent letters to you,
empty messages,
hoping you'll get them,
with no clues,
cause if I tell you I love you,
as I've done every night before,
I'll realize I love you,
more than I have before,
so spare me the torture,
and acknowledge my games,
since we're not the same,
my writing must change
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
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
β€œWe’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
I think I’d rather be your friend
Than your wife
You speak to your friends all the time
You laugh on the phone
And share ideas
And secrets
As you wife
I clean
And cook
And take care of you
And miss out
On all the joys of being your friend
I think I’d rather
Be your friend
You trace the lines,
You pull the string,
Their pulled together,
Like a bond of love,
Like a bond of beads,
They go together.
They break easy,
that just means be careful.

He sees ME,
He Loves ME
He wants ME,
He needs ME,
I want HIM,
Men can love each other as much as a woman and another woman + a man and a woman. Love is love don't take it away.
I love him, he loves me. SO WHAT?! Were just humans like you. (Besides me no one knows what I am I wont say!)
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 poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
like a deer drinking from a stream
in the clearing
I am clearing
time away
I am the wolf
amongst women
I am a jar
half full
I am residue
on the sink edge
dusty, smudged
I watch people on trams
I watch people on buses
I don't smile
I watch the deer drinking
I play with my hair
I stare
I am the wolf
from afar
I am
I am waiting
for the clearing to wilt
and stream to dry up
I watch the deer
I am
Jaime Sabines
Me encanta Dios. Es un viejo magnΓ­fico que no se toma en serio.
A Γ©l le gusta jugar y juega, y a veces se le pasa la mano y nos
rompe una pierna o nos aplasta definitivamente. Pero esto sucede porque
es un poco cegatΓ³n y bastante torpe con las manos.
Nos ha enviado a algunos tipos excepcionales como Buda, o Cristo, o
Mahoma, o mi tΓ­a Chofi, para que nos digan que nos portemos bien.
Pero esto a Γ©l no le preocupa mucho: nos conoce. Sabe que el pez
grande se traga al chico, que la lagartija grande se traga a la pequeΓ±a,
que el hombre se traga al hombre. Y por eso inventΓ³ la muerte: para
que la vida -no tΓΊ ni yo- la vida, sea para siempre.
Ahora los cientΓ­ficos salen con su teorΓ­a del Big Bang...
Pero ΒΏquΓ© importa si el universo se expande interminablemente
o se contrae? Esto es asunto sΓ³lo para agencias de viajes.
A mΓ­ me encanta Dios. Ha puesto orden en las galaxias y distribuye
bien el trΓ‘nsito en el camino de las hormigas. Y es tan juguetΓ³n
y travieso que el otro dΓ­a descubrΓ­ que ha hecho -frente
al ataque de los antibiΓ³ticos- Β‘bacterias mutantes!
Viejo sabio o niΓ±o explorador, cuando deja de jugar con sus soldaditos
de plomo y de carne y hueso, hace campos de flores o pinta el cielo de manera increΓ­ble.
Mueve una mano y hace el mar, y mueve la otra y hace el bosque. Y cuando
pasa por encima de nosotros, quedan las nubes, pedazos de su aliento.
Dicen que a veces se enfurece y hace terremotos, y manda tormentas,
caudales de fuego, vientos desatados, aguas alevosas, castigos y desastres.
Pero esto es mentira. Es la tierra que cambia -y se agita y crece- cuando Dios se aleja.
Dios siempre estΓ‘ de buen humor. Por eso es el preferido de mis
padres, el escogido de mis hijos, el mΓ‘s cercano de mis hermanos,
la mujer mΓ‘s amada, el perrito y la pulga, la piedra mΓ‘s
antigua, el pΓ©talo mΓ‘s tierno, el aroma mΓ‘s dulce,
la noche insondable, el borboteo de luz, el manantial que soy.
A mΓ­ me gusta, a mΓ­ me encanta Dios. Que Dios bendiga a Dios.
James R
Sitting. Thinking. Doing.
Trying. Failing. Faking.
Smiling. Consuming. Swallowing.
Absorbing. Accruing. Attacking.
But soon that
All will
A poem about things
I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it
I will see your name when looking at the stars
I will remember you by your smile
I will hear you in silence
and feel you alone
and miss you
but know that you will never be forgotten by me

because the things you've taught me
they have redirected me
you gave me a wisp of your being
and that is so ethereal to me
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
Β Β Not a single!
ExclamationΒ 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!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Eshwara Prasad
It burned my palm when I caught your randomly floating wretched thoughts.

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
Edmund black
All things forgotten
Not one thing forgotten
Everything is dear
The dearly beloved
A Precious time,
the journey of love
Make no mistake
Mistakes will be made
The end
Will never define us
A true bond
How special it is
For better or worse
Take my love anyway
For it was always yours.
bottles and bottles of spiral boy
Drink until I’m Dead
drink until I see red Spirals
growing out my head
if you're reading this,
(which you might be or you might not be
how am I supposed to know)
this is your sign to
do not disturb.
these doors are lovingly closed to you.
to J.J. (you have nice initials btw)
also p.s. you give really nice hugs
I decided to write a poem
To put words together
In such a way
As to express
My innermost feelings

And I lost the words
And my thoughts drifted
And my computer keys stuck
And nothing came forward

Perhaps tomorrow
I will write a poem
To express my life
And for today
I’ll just go
To play
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