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girl diffused

you tried to feed
me stardust
sway and hold me
as we danced

you tried to make a home
out of me
open my shutters
let the light
flood inside
push sheer magenta
curtains aside

you tried to run
your fingers reverently
over my rosewood

you tried to erect my home
raise it from the island
kiss my lips after broken
storms hold my hands in your own convince me that you  replaced my old
broken doors
peeling paint and vinyl siding

you tried to
feed me stardust
sway and hold me
as we danced

you tried to make
a home out of me
but I was really an island
ready to be claimed
by the fire and the sea


It was with you that I could be weak
because I knew that someone was being strong for me

It was in your arms I forgot all pain
because I saw my sadness hurt someone more than me

It was on your shoulders that I cried
because somebody was there to make me smile

It was with you I spoke my mind
because I saw someone eager to hear

It was you who cleared all my doubts about me
because I realized that there was someome similar

It was in your company that I could just be myself, completely crazy
because I knew that someone out there would keep me sane

You were my 'someone'- the person who kept me sane
Somebody Nobody

She's top of her class,
straight A's with almost 100's as every percent.

She's the first one in class,
praised by her teachers,
and her parents approve greatly.

But she's often ridiculed.

Being called "teacher's pet",
"bitch", and "no-life",
by her jealous peers.

Everyday she goes to the library,
to hide from her peers.
Burying herself in the books
is the only safe haven she knows.

She doesn't have any friends,
not real ones, at least.
Her "friends" use her to get quick answers,
a cheap way to finish their homework and assignments.

She knows that she's all alone,
that nobody would want her as a first choice.
She knows that she's been called names,
and can't do anything about it.

So she buries herself in studies,
buries herself alive,
to try to survive.

Lure Pot

We’re having a lovely evening
At the blue river
I’m looking at her
She's turning to me
Like becoming a sea
How romantic we are,
Don’t worry, we are still friends
I’m typing but nothing is happening.

In a whole the darkness is coming
With the stars
And moonlights
We will stay close
Likewise a happy couple
How emotional we are,
Don’t worry, we are still friends
We’re thinking but nothing is happening.

We’re having a good night time
Here only she and I
Sometimes wondering
Like we’re getting wrong
How open-minded we are,
Don’t worry, we are still friends
We’re falling but nothing is happening.

We’re having a sweet morning
At the window
Having coffee
We’re talking about ourselves
Like we've done us dream
We have so many feelings
Don’t worry, we are still friends
We're imagining but nothing is happening.

We’re always having a good time
With lovely things
Every time, everywhere
Everyone guessing we’re in love
Don’t know, why are we still just friends!
Maybe, to make a relationship we’re melting
into one, melting into one, we’re melting into one...


Good night time
Sweet morning
All the time
Shofi Ahmed

Time and again the sun
goes through the black box
and comes out of the night
absolutely smelling of roses.

Ah, the dreaming firstlight!
Every bird wakes up in singing
Stunned roses lost for word in bliss.
Yet the shining sun won't sit.

Deep down the shades of the blue
only down the sky the sun colours in.
Shines and sizzles into the grey twilight,
the light of the day goes unseen.

Save every drop of colour!
Into the darker black night
it returns, there is a sea within!
Wish, if only it can colour in.


he was peeling off
bills at the racetrack, the man
well-known in the old circles
of his town, thinking about the woman
he slept with last, couple months ago.
she was a talker
telling him about being a makeup artist
to a few b-list stars and how
she thought
if he would let her, she could love him
and how
semi-famous men
are no good in bed, she had added, on
account of their insecurities
and vanities.
his pony race tickets in hand
he thought about her, quiet under him
and sultry,
a real believer in the tongue.
he wondered now why
she said what she did
about loving him.
feeling an ancient
futility with his calloused
soul and palms,
still a smile
crept on his face. he picked up
a bottle of whiskey
after the races, one trifecta right
his good win that autumn night,
her again
as he drove the freeway home,
her, the sweet, little lay,
at this stage
in his life, it was good to have hobbies,
and with that
he cracked open the bottle
walking up his driveway.
he stopped,
considered the stars as he took a pull,
his small dog barking inside
like a little happy fool,
and it was good too, he thought,
at this stage in his life,
to have a woman who makes him think
and even better that she's nice.


When I’ve forgotten
The oppressive heat.
The smell of sunscreen
Mixed with sweat, mixed
with cheap hotel soap
mixed with more sweat.
When I can’t recall
Rushing for the train
My wheeled suitcase
Toppling in the dirt.
The ache of my legs.
The insect bites.
The dingy Ryanairport.
The thirst.

I’ll still remember
Little candles
Floating on Lake Bled.
And the full red moon
Rising over the
Watery Venetian streets
As the boat took me back.
I won’t forget
The vast sunset
Over the rocky
Adriatic coast
Seen from
I’ll still look back
on nights in Zadar
As I watched the city
Stroll by on the seafront.
And I’ll always remember
When you saw me
Catching you in the
Reflected glass
Giving me the eye
As I wandered Trieste
In search of Joyce’s ghost.


Stare at the wall
Start to fall
World tipping
I think i'm slipping
In a daze
Help me out of this craze
Tears start stream down my face
God give me grace
Help me fight the voices
Prevent me from repeating all my bad choices

Debanjana Saha

A festival of lights
Let the light in
And accept the darkness
From within!

Diwali is the festival of light
Showing us to focus on the brighter side of the darkness.
Happy Diwali to all of you!
Haylee F Lilly

Some days i truly wonder
if i'm even worth it anymore
"there is no light at the end of this tunnel"
as whisper as tears continue to pour
and it takes every ounce of my energy
to drag myself out of bed
i know that i'm breathing but i feel mostly dead
i can no longer make eye contact
in fear that they might see
a broken, lost soul
a fragment of me

George Salazar

Cut yourself long enough
And you’ll come to find.
That things eventually start to feel
Really really good.

Lizzy K

Scarlet washes the water of translucency of feeling
Scarlet makes the numb feel
Scarlet infers you have the control
Scarlet may be a accident or the purpose
Scarlet can be a red haring of life
Scarlet can also be a start of a new reliability
But dare you not scarlet is inside along with other feelings

this is about what cutting may do

firelight flickers in her irises
as she takes another step away
from the candlelit corridors
she used to call home
when she was comatose,
when she drifted
like ashes in the wind,
like dying sparks
floating dimly
in a darkening sea--
like he used to look
when he looked
at me.


The tendons
in your body
must rip and tear,
must bleed
and suffer
to become stronger,

and I think
it must be the same
for our

I feel so stupid.

let me barely know you
let me know only your surface
and your hard words.
let me know your bones
and the skin of your hands.
i see what you see
in the ocean.
i know of your parent's home,
how they made you.
layer, after layer, after layer, of good
let me barely know you
i feel you're just too large for me.
you're bigger than my ocean
you're a blue i can't name.
i feel like i miss you,
and i see you every day

Braxton Reid

I check my phone.
Its the same thing I saw 5 minutes ago.

I have no interest in my favorite things at this point in time. Even as I write this bit of prose I can feel that I'm not truly interested; I keep writing.

I check my phone.
20 minutes ago I zoned out while my favorite song was on and stopped singing.

When I was 16 I picked up guitar; my dream job was to be a musician, but then I turned 22. More recently my dream has been to find a dream in all the perfect chaos that is this world. "Are dreams a valid thought, or are we just told we should have them from a young age?", I ask myself.

I check my phone.
I should be leaving my car to go upstairs to my girlfriend and child.

I check my phone.
Why does my car feel like the safest place at times?

I check my phone.

I put my phone down.
Why am I not crying? Normal people cry.
Why would I be crying? I haven't lost anything worth mourning, right?

Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.

I check my phone.

Anna Blake

it's you.

i would have never known
unless i saw
the light meet your face
that morning.

neither of us are early risers,
but i couldn't waste
a second.

above me,
at 6:40 in the morning,
a perfect blend of
blue, gray, and sincerity,
which began
with the rising sun,
seeped through an ivory curtain,
and landed on a gentle face.

infinity soaked gaze,
honey coated touch,

your color was
the crisp mountain air
through a rolled down
Jeep window.

your color was
a John Prine record
and local barbeque

your color was serene.
it was the light's reflection of
a summer enveloped
by two people
in love with
right now.

-Anna Blake

Sydney Wilson

He is going to peel me apart
dissolve me
with his acid tongue
because he doesn’t know it hurts
He will cradle my head
in his hand
while he rips out my spine
so he can be my crutch
He is going to break me
and I am going to let him

Angela Rose

He made sure I knew just how lucky I was to have him
But he never hit me
He played games with my emotions repeatedly
But he never hit me
He made sure I didn’t leave the house in a skirt above the knees
But he never hit me
He knew the words to say to make me feel so small that I could not breathe
But he never hit me
He tossed me in and out, in and out, until my mind was in an out of control tizzy
But he never hit me
He messed around on the side late at night while I rested in our bed
But he never hit me
He made it clear that I wasn’t to go out at night with the girls
But he never hit me
He told me over and over again just how hard it would be to find anyone else to deal with me
But he never hit me
He fell asleep safe and sound as I laid in bed trying to catch my breath through tears
But he never hit me
He needed to have the password to every device, app and account
But he never hit me
He knew the power he held and used it over my head to weaken me
But he never hit me
He made jokes at my expense in front of friends and family and we all giggled together instead of cringed
But he never hit me
He assured me the women he texted were coworkers or colleagues but I could never know what they spoke of
But he never hit me
He made it clear that my interests and goals were not of pertinence
But he never hit me
He knew the exact words to say to take my entire day downhill
But he never hit me
He broke my heart over and over and over again until it was minuscule shreds
But he never hit me

If you or someone you know is suffering from domestic abuse please contact 1-800-799-7233 this is the national domestic abuse hotline. Abuse can happen to anyone, man or woman. It does not make you weak to seak help. <3

I wanted to tell him
He can light up a room
When he smiles

I wanted to tell him
How mellifluous
His laugh sounds

I wanted to tell him
That he's the only one
Bringing me joy

But little did I know
That the thing he only wants
Is for me to leave him alone

this is basically how i feel right now.. but why would he like me anyway
Sara Jones

Maybe one day youll finally see me.
See me for the starry eyed, still-believes-in-magic type of girl ive always been.
The girl whos 21 and scared of thunder.
The girl who cries in the dark because its like nothing can reach her.
The girl who just wants to love.
To be loved.

Maybe youll finally see me as the girl who gave you her all.
The one who held you when you cried, screamed, and tortured yourself.

Maybe one day youll finally see
That im still helplessly in love with you

Rabina Rahamat

i should learn
to love my own arms
because they are the ones
who hold me
when i am



As long as you love me
I'll stay by your side
I'll be your companion
Yor friend and your guide

As long as you love me
As long as you care
I'll do anything for you
I'll go anywhere

    I'll bring you the sunshine
    I'll comfort your fears
    I'll gather up rainbows

    As long as forever
    My love will be true
     For as long as you love me
           I'll only love you.


Here we are yet again,
Nights that never seem to end.
I'm laying there wide awake.
Still wondering about what mistake,
I made.

Part of me wishes you'd return my texts.
Another wants to meet your face with my fists.
The struggle between whats right and wrong is so real.
I'm not sure what exactly I'm supposed to feel.

Anxiety, Depression and Emotional Distress.
Has all left me in such a mess.
I just want to know...
..where did I go wrong?

This is rather short. Past week or so I've gotten little sleep. Thoughts of my ex still plague me before I try and sleep and I only end up getting a handful of hours of sleep at best each night, most times I'm lucky to get two hours. I just need to figure out how to get over this bullshit. Is it Anxiety? Depression? PTSD? I'm not sure anymore to be honest. I just want it all to end.
Ashes to Ashley

Silence is also conversation.

Dead Alive Dave

Some of my hardly earned money I spent
To remind you of something
A kind of public service announcement
So please do remember
That this place isn’t artistic
That’s incidental
One way we transact
This place is purely financial
And that’s the unpretty fact
Don’t believe me?
Prove me wrong
Give me all your money
Right now
(it'll make ya famous)
              <i swear>


rossy cheeks and pretty eyes,
pointed nose and lovely smiles.
humbly speaks in every way,
gets more beautiful day by day.

she walks as if her soul is on fire,
that many people really admire.
she can barely make my heart flutter,
even by just standing right in the corner.

many people tried to bring her down,
but she didn’t let them take her crown.
though haters hate her even more,
her kindness remains, that’s what I really adore.

confidently proud of what she is,
she’s just really such a masterpiece.
appeared to be soft but defeats blunt with keen,
how can you not love a girl like Maureen?

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Like the stars I only shined when the darkness arrived.
Often the wind would stop blowing on certain days
And on those days my heart start to beat a little slower than yesterday
Often at times my eyes are wide awake
From dusk till dawn the howling tunes that the darkness sung was enough to paint the dark sky upon my face
Often at times my body trembled against the cold
And my teeth chattering like a beating drum
And you would think that the darkness is what troubled me
But it was simply the rainbows that left there marks
It was the feeling of being loved by another that hurt me the most
But I realized , it's impossible for you to be loved by another, when your mother act like no other

Surbhi Dadhich

Darkness Darkness everywhere
Sound of skimming swallows
Night's ghostly army here
Gobble me up on my pillows.
Cries of dogs and roost
The whole world appears lonely
Except from morning till noon
It seems to be cowardly.
The world appears to be in a great commotion
When risen up
Eager to be lonely
But,  at night,  it becomes so lonesome
Eager to seek pleasure and fraternity..

Tyler King

I come before you,
As nothing in particular,
A great and tangled mass of feeling and want,
Something undefinable and abstract,
A question you can't answer,
I can't answer,
I know what you want it to mean,
And I don't know how to be that,
I only know how to be other,
I only know how to be outside,
A box you hesitate before checking,
A few seconds of doubt before you fall asleep,
I am a living Rorschach test,
What do you see here?
Something with weak wrists and skinny legs,
Too much hair and not enough cock,
All stomach, no guts,
Too much expression and not enough substance,
All mirror, no heart,
Some days, I'm a field of your mothers favorite flowers, sweet and delicate and light,
Some days, I'm your father's rifle, cold and brutal and everything you were ever right to fear,
The truth is, I can't tell you what I'm made of today,
I can only tell you that whatever you're thinking is wrong,
Today I am too much energy and not enough direction,
Today I am certain only in uncertainty
Today I will look in the mirror and I will see no damage,
No man, no woman,
No father, mother
Son, daughter
Husband, wife
I will see no evil at all,
And so I ask you again,
What do you see?

Dr Peter Lim

My love is in the garden
she sings not to me
but praises the flowers
in sweet melody.

My love is in the kitchen
(when is she never busy?)
humming Home Sweet Home
' Darl, this is mum's recipe'.

My love is in the drawing-room
at her favourite embroidery
' Your socks have holes
   I've mended-they are ready'.

My love and I are in bed
she asks: 'Do you still love me?'
I look into her warm tender eyes:
' You're immortalised in my poetry!'

It was my fourth time.  I loaded the magazine with five bullets and inserted it to the gun. I cocked the gun, aligned my sight, pulled myself together and squeezed the trigger.


The first round is bull's eye!

Indoor firing scares and relaxes me at the same time.

I still feel uneasy of gunshots. I know what's coming, but I never get used to the explosion, to the dreading sound. The boom repeats in my head, it becomes an earworm. Just the thought of pulling the trigger scares me, but I pull it anyway, conquering my fear over and over again.


It has been weeks since I heard from him and almost a year of uncertainty and confusion. The white flag is about to flap with the wind and I don’t know what I am waiting for. Is your silence the answer?

And I thought I was afraid of the dreading sounds.

19 Oct 2017
Rick Stachemore

You want a poem?

I have nothing to say

The less I write

The more strengthened

I feel towards my words


He was
     my favorite book
           Few pages could bring tears  
                   in the corners of my eyes
                            unknowingly. Softly
                         Most of them
              could make my heart
     smile widely
I touched every pages
        every words behind words
                     My soul craved to read him
                             for a thousand times over
                        My solitude ached for him
    like Sunflowers missing the Sun

Star BG

Gratitude is like fuel.
It fills one's vessel so they may soar
with endless possibilities.

It expands in heart
To see with new eyes.

the tool to live
with in harmony.

Inspired by chat with
Kim Johanna Baker ›


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From the moment i saw you picture
you dazzled me
I declined to see you when you asked.
By the knowledge of what would come and what would happen
Than we talked on the phone, you made me laugh, laugh for hour.
It was hard to refuse your invitation
You caught me!

From the moment i looked in your eyes
I knew i had to walk away.
You hooked me.
It was hard to run away
You caught me!

From the moment you touched me
I should never let you.
I melted and there was no more escape
You caught me!

And look at me now!
No words needed
No words can tell
Nothing can describe what i feel
All what i fearded of what i could become became true!
I fell in love.

One way love.

You are perfect to me.
Your smile makes me smile.
Your laugh makes me giggle.
Your hugs make me feel safe.
Your kisses make me feel warm.
You tell me you love me sometimes.
Only so I'd appreciate it more.
I tell you I love you everyday,
I fall in love with you over and over again.


Fly Butterfly

Trapped behind the iron bars in the cage of my mind.
I dilly dally and wrestle with putting aside who I am.
For what if others don't like who they see before them?
See I'm aware that rejection is a cold and heavy prize.
Yet, I'm used to and acquainted with the way of sorrows.
But the masses of people prefer the joy of the acceptable.
And so I fight holding back the tears of darkened nights.
For soon morning will rise and I will go forth with a mask.
It's just too paralyzing to reveal to others who I really am.
Into the world I go, imprisoned by shackles of my mind.
Prisoner of self doubt and people pleasing is who I am.
Because God forbid they should feel the pain that I feel.
I'd rather revert and crawl back into the safety of my shell.
Raveling into the shackles of the frame of my weary bones.
But I should pose the question, what is so terrible about me.
What could it be about me that hasn't been seen before?
Is it my simple brown eyes beneath my hooded eyelids?
Could it be woven, twisted curls cascading from my head?
Maybe due to height challenge and speaking with an accent.
Is it that I'm severely sensitive and extremely, painfully shy?
Who knows, the mystery lies in that I myself don't even know.
There I am wanting to say hello, but hoping for a quick exit.
It's of essence to be prepared in case timidity hovers over.
And there I am a wallflower in the party sitting by the wall.
The ugly chrysalis shrinks back into the safety of her shell.
Comfortably secured in the safety of my chains and shackles.
You see I'm not ready for the unraveling of breaking forth.
So I wage the war of the imprisonment that suffocates me.
For I feel the butterfly's journey, is undeserving and distant.
An unknown new territory in my simplicity to undertake.
Because what kind of butterfly would I become anyhow?
I mean, I'm caged in my jail by the agony of self denial.
I'm in chains and shackles of my frame's skin and bones.
How can I be a beautiful butterfly? I don't dare to even fly!
I crawl through my existence in this awkward body of mine.
But I would like to fly, fly, fly like the free butterfly fly, fly, fly.
I want to glide with the grace that she glides through in life.
I want to fly, fly, fly like everyone else in this world does.
For butterflies come in many spectacular shapes and colors.
They take the redemptive flight of freedom's journey solo.
Butterflies don't care about the incarceration of the process.
They just willingly trust and obey nature's gruesome plight.
Taking steps in cycles and stages they break forth and fly.
So I fight and wait until the day when I am good and ready.
For I know when I'm prepared I too will take freedom's flight.
My soul will whisper to my being, "It's now your time to go!"
"Fly butterfly in the beauty and the freedom of who you are!"


I wrote this to a prompt challenge and ended up weeping as I was writing it. Perhaps my most free verse poem.
Taylor Kennerly

Your desire fuels me
I dance around your flames
Feeding you passion
Your inner most desires
Those that you did and did not know
I revel in your chemical reactions
The colors that you turn
And soon your flames leak out
Of the circle I’ve built around you
Warming my toes
Biting my heels
Bringing comfort
And fear
Yet not enough of either
So I don’t run
But I keep my eyes trained on you
Ready for whatever you may have in store
Weary of all that I know you will bring

Oct 18. 2017

I have learned
that in
of the heart,
in loving
I have

1­0-10-17 (C)

Thanks for reading! K:)
Melissa S

A victim becomes violated
Does not matter how
It feels like every room in their
house has been broken into
We pay too much attention to
Who did this or even why
Passing blame on this or that
We lose focus...
We forget about that person
Living inside the house

Don't lose focus of the victims!!! Sorry just something I feel very strongly about!!
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