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 720° 
Fatin Abd Ghaffar
saltwater turned into rain
dancing from north to south
singing out your name.
everyday is the same
 494° 
Glow
Foolish men wander
Down strange roads
And ponder
Nothing that is sane or true
Wise men will trod
On well beaten sod
And eventually step in poo
 422° 
rachel kirkpatrick
we aren't all
still waters and roses,
we each have
our darkness to embrace
our deepest desires,
demons in the shadows
i wonder if yours
has crimson hair
and saucer eyes,
if they hit you
with burning kisses
while you sleep,
just like mine
have eyes of ocean blue
and writers hands
that feel like home.
- i still see heaven in your eyes.
 346° 
JB
I don't find comfort in people anymore
 340° 
Allison K
everybody has a dark side
go on, explore it and have a good cry
 268° 
Christine Ely
fresh between your teeth
clean and clear like a little bit of
rage
or blood
or both
Crisp are the larvae that have found their way there.
 260° 
Des Nicole
And after
everything
you have put me through

I'd still do
everything
for you
 201° 
ymmiJ
early autumn hint
faintest cool northerly breeze
whispered he's coming
 196° 
Arek
Erik was not a social guy
a quiet life he led
his eyes looked down or at the sky
imaginary friends he had

and to these friends he only talked
having no sisters and no brothers
he had his room securely locked
and never spoke with others

until Deborah moved next door
and turned on her bedroom light
lifting his eyes from the floor
Erik found his star at night

soon they were as tight as glue
a love no one could end
then Erik introduced Deborah to
his each and every friend
 158° 
Salmabanu Hatim
before the divorce,
emptied our fat bank account
donated to charity.
18/9/2091
 157° 
Chameleon
It feels like I don’t know you anymore.
You’ve become a different person,
but I am still the same.
We went out into the wilderness together
but then you left me to fiend for myself.
 155° 
John Dewberry
Kosovo

Let it fall and rise
Like Kosovo
With respect and reverence
Like Rome and the Byzantines
Or Constantinople

Give them liberty
Impunity
Immunity from the tyranny
Of former countries
Why must history
Stubbornly refuse death
 142° 
Arden
I want to go home  
I hate this feeling  
I don't want to do this  

I really wish I weren't me

It would be a lie to say I feel invisible
I feel painfully seen and ignored
 126° 
Em
every time i see you
it's like a breath a fresh air
except i'm underwater drowning
and there's no air
and no matter how good it feels to give in and take that last breath
you know it will be the death
of you

~e.m
 115° 
WhyWould YouGiveUp
its sad
like you push them away
but did they ever even wanna stay
.
I wish I could tell all these things
Straight to your face.

But I don't have the courage
To see you hurt.
 102° 
Moonbeam Dream
poets are the words that you didn’t know existed

poets are the flowers that are picked petal by petal to find out if you love me not

poets are the books that are opened and never read

poets are what the world needs, they just don’t know it yet
 99° 
Ruby Nemo
7
I pray that somewhere out there,

someone more powerful than I

loves you more than I possibly could.

I pray that God loves me

more than I love myself

because He knows what I am capable of.

I pray that God will take care of you

because I try,

everyday,

and I don't think that the earthly capabilities

of fragile little me will be enough

to save you from yourself.

So find comfort in the fact that,

even when I am not with you,

someone that loves you stronger, deeper, and completely

is always by your side.
september 2019
 87° 
Paraluman
I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.
 86° 
Buried Words
I want to look as empty as I feel
 85° 
Gods1son
Dreams alone are somewhat lifeless
Plans and actions are its heart and blood
You would also agree with me that
It takes more than those two (heart & blood) to keep a person alive, dreams alike.
 68° 
Grayce Hobart
to look back
at my words
tears open old wounds

but perhaps they have stayed open
because i have stopped tending to them.
 68° 
Dr Peter Lim
It would be a new beginning
  when the vain-glorious self is set aside
  the ego evaporates into nothing
  with the demise of pride.

  A fresh life would be waiting
  beauty enters the heart to abide
  in the fusion of love enduring
  is there any wanting beside?
 63° 
Rue
&
Tear apart
paper hearts

sunny rain
****** rainbows
and blue rain

stuck in box
can't push me out

sleeping
for months
waking up in October


nice talk
now we're back to ignoring each other

sensitive
lost my bottle of tears
I cared for myself
I never noticed you were here
 59° 
Azaria
i have overreacted
my brain map
has melded together
50 states of azaria
becoming one
i don't know why
my mind goes
off in different
directions when
i'm
jealous
insecure
boundaries getting
jumbled like word salad
i trust you
you know the backroads of me
the secret shortcuts
to take
when i'm unruly
no one knows my jagged edges
my 4 seasons (fall, falling, spring, and summer)
quite like you do
the chicken crossed the road
and fell in love
and never has been the same since
 57° 
Bummer
It's been 7 months since I let your sinful filth between my lips.

I still crave you every day.
 57° 
ahoy
I've lost wonderful days,
Trying to keep up the pace.
I couldn't look into my eyes,
Imagining the blue skies.
I've spent time for you,
Whilst looking for the clue.
Seeking for it so deep,
Making secrets I'd better keep.
 53° 
Hannah E
Dear youth,

You have thought that to be strong you must,

Thicken your skin;
For there is no tool to penetrate a concrete exterior,

Sharpen your tongue;
For there is no enemy to best an attack superior,

Harden your mind;
For there is no weapon to damage an armored interior,

Deepen your heart;
For there is no person to adventure a place so inferior,

But that is not learning to be strong,
That is hiding.

You will learn that to truely be strong you must,

Have skin like a river;
To allow life to grow below a surface that floats away harm,

Have a tounge like a rose;
To show beauty to those that are gentle and protect with the ***** of a thorn,

Have a mind like a door;
To open for safety and change yet shut against fear,

Have a heart like stained glass;
To encourage colorful light to shine through but withstand the darkness,

I may not be strong yet,
But I am no longer hiding.
 52° 
Cassia Lione
If only the world could see me through my own eyes
How pretty I would be
Du du du...
 51° 
Christina Cox
At two weeks old I was blessed to be healthy, happy, and strong.
Which is actually really sweet.

At eight years old I was baptized fully underwater in a giant tub.
It sounds stranger than it was.

At eight years old I was confirmed a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and given the gift of the Holy Ghost.
But why would the counsel of the Holy Ghost be a gift only given to those in this church?
And why is the name so **** long?

At twelve years old I was moved to different classes separated by gender then brought back together an hour later.
The concept and schedule of a three hour church day is quite strange.

At sixteen years old I could have followed the rule my parents and higher-ups had made to not date until sixteen but only in groups.
At fifteen years old I broke the rule and found a boy to call my own.

At eighteen years old I graduated from seminary, even though I lied.
It helps when we graded ourselves.

At eighteen years old I could have followed the rule my parents and higher-ups had made to be allowed to date without being in a group.
But I broke this rule three years prior.

At twenty-one years old I could have chosen to spend two years away from school, family, friends and serve the church through a mission.
A scary thought to me but a great experience to those who are faithful.

At twenty-one years old I told my parents, “I don’t think I believe.”
**And crazily, they still love me.
I was born into the church and have just put a few experiences here. Just like any church, there are people who believe and people who do not. Please don't take this as a strict, "This is what this church is." That would not be fair.
 51° 
Azumi Rabulan
I love broken things,
But I don't love myself.
 47° 
NA
I shouldn't be up this late
I have work in the morning
I hate my boss
I hate my job
I'd quit if I didn't need the money
But I can't stop the drinking
And I can't shake the feeling
Of you on my lips
I'm cursed forever
With the taste of your kiss
And your hands on my hips

I need someoone to help
Did I tell you I'm drinking
I hate this taste
I say hate too much
Is that why you left me lonely
But I can't stop the drinking
And I can't shake the feeling
Of being alone
I'll guess I'll get use to this
Or at least try
  
Everything feels so strange
And I know I am up too late
But
I'm smoking the buds of your cigarettes
Just to be where your lips have been
I'm only doing this all because I think that I need it
It's as close as I can get to you

Yeah as close as I can get
(As close as I'll ever be)
As close I can get to you

I'm smoking the buds of your cigarettes
The ones you left in the ash tray
During our last conversation
I'm wearing your t shirts
I'm listening to your favorite mix tape
I'm only doing this all because I think that I need it
It's as close as I can get to you
Written as a song
 46° 
AM
i thought i was fixing things


but i just made it all worse
 45° 
Julia Supernault
my heart continues to hurt, achingly, but the one thing is each passing day it does hurt less by a fraction .
 45° 
leano
Suicide aint it chief
 44° 
AvengingPoet
I laugh and cry and laugh
And cry again

These mixed emotions
Wondering if this is all there really is

Coffee breaks and tension headaches
And endless droning on in dimly lit halls

Making a measly paycheck
To barely afford the rent

Solace in a fast food sandwich or two
Dying slowly, a calculated death

Life is boring,
We can barely afford it

Giving us no time
Instead of it all

I sit, contemplating it all
Writing these stupid words

Wondering was it all really worth it
Was this the plan along?
Were we the puppets on the string,
Dancing endlessly for the carrot
We won’t obtain?

I shall never know.
 42° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’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,
You’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,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 42° 
Grace Haak
i sit there and wait
until you get up and leave
kitchen is now safe
 41° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 38° 
OLIVE KROSS
take me back with you
so we can gaze at the stars
one sin at a time.
a haiku
 38° 
kyss
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
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