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 45° 
Lost Girl
I am a warrior.
Strong than her demons.
Braver than the darkness.
 44° 
Jenn
I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
 42° 
Madeysin
And when I tell you I cheated on you,
I’ll say, it feels better than feeling nothing.
Guilt and jealousy are twin sisters
 41° 
Elizabethanne
I let different boys touch me
Because I wanted to know
Even for a second
What it felt like to be loved
Even if that love was cheap
And it tasted like ***
Like the punchline to a joke
I never got because it was me

I let different boys have different parts of me
Parts that they didn't deserve
But I offered up willingly because I couldn't give anything else
Because you broke me
And I was looking for different fingers
To place different pieces and hoping
That the outcome would be a masterpiece
That maybe one of them would find a way
To cover up the handprints you left all over me

I let different boys touch me because I had to prove to myself that you wouldn't be the only one
That the scars that mark my body wouldn't define my worth to be loved
I am still not entirely sure that you aren't the only one
Who could ever touch me

I let different boys touch me because that is all I have been taught
To be a joke
To be silent
To be ready to give until you have nothing left
- I am hoping one of them will show me
- they keep leaving me and I am to scared to offer up anything more than my body to get them to stay
 41° 
21st Century
normal people have no idea
how beautiful the darkness is.
 40° 
Perry
I write really bad poetry,
that is really good
 40° 
Haylin
this morning
i am stuck

i am stuck
between
Blue
and
Pink

every morning
i face the same decision
and ask the question
how do i feel today?

and every morning
i struggle
not because i cant find the answer
but because im scared of it

because i know
that i cant be Purple
thats too confusing

but i feel Purple
My life in a nutshell
 39° 
deatheater
ily
I found comfort in your storm
 38° 
erin
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
 38° 
Andrew Rymill
does everyone
know you
are a swine?
she sweetly asked.

no i oinked at her
keep my secret safe

my wings
confuse her
as
i flew
away
like a weightless
poem
with a simple ring
of humbleness
secured

on  the snout of my nose.
 37° 
Denny Crow
As you left
I couldn’t help but cry
Now I sit by my window
And look out in the sky.
Knowing some day these tear drops
Will bloom another flower
But
I wish I could’ve been
Less of a coward
And told you that
I love you.
Can’t really think right now
 35° 
Abby M
If sleep is a portal through time
Then I haven’t found that white rabbit to follow down the hole
To magical adventures
Instead I sit in heavy consciousness under this tree
Waiting for him to appear
 34° 
Hayden
He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

Preppy
And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry
 33° 
patty m
Guilt is deep and
though sin is grievous
I lie in this bower of love
a flame caught in the wind
burning out of control.

    , , , So brief this time of sunlight,

hearts lost in breathless wonder
caught up in passion's grasp,
easing if only for a little while
this hollow yearning ache.  

Unsung, unheralded this stolen love;
magic notes played across skin erotically
sing whispers of dreamy desire.  

Will I always remember the sweetness of your kisses,
your body pressed against my own,
or will ravens sweep down
and rip us apart with swift condemnation?

Yet I swim against the current,
lost in this liquid dream, the
intricate tangle of limb on limb, wave upon wave
of licking flame.
I dare not shut my eyes but try to
take it all in.

Beyond this heaven on earth  
there is only the wind blowing
poppy scented dreams

I want to remember hearts beating out
of control, breathless gasps of rapture,
the sweet-salty taste of your skin,

should this be the last time,

should this be,


should

this

be?
 32° 
sara
I’ve never heard this song before
as flowers come out of the floorboards;
I forget what my heart had ever been sore for.
life is as light as you let it be- a difficult pill to swallow sometimes

Give my IG a follow plss @birduntitled x
 32° 
Cryptic
I have story,
There were three friends,
two of them were lovers.

I love you,
and you also love me.
Our friend was happy for us
but things had changed.
You left me,
and you two started to begin your story.
You love her as you love me
 32° 
Han Drew
Sun
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
 32° 
Path Humble
left my phone unlocked
on the taxis back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
beaming,
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,
saying:

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"


to which I replied,

"exactly!
Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"


and with an equally, beaming smile continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was


Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
single
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"***/Allah willing" or "if ***/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim


^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

FYI,
NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months
https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/sixth-new-york-city-cab-driver-dies-suicide-after-struggling-n883886

true story, poetry is there for the taking
 32° 
Hanaa
How can emptiness be so heavy?
 32° 
cecilia
you said
you were afraid
to lose me
and then you
faced your fears
and left
 32° 
Alex B
Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell

Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away

Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back
 31° 
Krishnapriya
I wonder what secret
The trees whisper to the breeze?
Do the birds hear that secret
And announce it in their song?

Does the wind hold it
And drop it in the seas?
Does the sea speak it out
And share it with the stars?

Do the heavens then resound
With the secret of the trees?

And the clouds,
Oh yes! Those clouds
Blue, black and grey
Is that why come rushing?

Across the seas to caress
With gentle rain the trees
And whisper,
"Heaven knows your heart,
There are no secrets from ***."

The trees smile and sway
Fulfilled and complete in love.
 31° 
Sanch
I dream
a lot
and I
remember
most of them—
streets
lights
names and faces
of strangers
even emotions
speeches
dance
they came
like
renditions
sometimes
it feels
like they’re
a prophesy
//
i used to see you in my dreams
when it's convenient to shed little tears
now I realize love
doesn't really fade
and each memory of you
are fragments mine to keep
//
Sin
Take me away
Because
The walls are stained
With sin and pain
That will never fade
let me fade into darkness
 30° 
Born
Today I've realized the weight of the word someday
It's empty
It has no hope
It's painful

It's the worse kind of torture
For an innocent soul.
It's not today
Tomorrow
Or the next day
It's someday
 30° 
pluto
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
 30° 
Luna
Maybe that’s why I loved you.
Because you whispered in my soul,
While others screamed in my mind.
Save me.
 30° 
Tiffany Munguia
i have learned to without you
i have learned that there is more to life
than you
of course, it still hurts
but one day, this poem will no longer be about you
and i will be the one that got away

your loss, babe
;)
 29° 
The Calm
Stop telling me
that love is beautiful
Just cause,
it was good to you
 28° 
Virtuous
Don't tell me I'm pretty
Tell me that I'm passionate
That I have drive
Tell me that I make you laugh
That I know how to make your day better
Don't tell me I seem nice
Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate
Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big
Don't tell me I'm perfect
Tell me the you love me despite my flaws
That you want to spend the rest of your life with me
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true
 28° 
TSPoetry
Scrolling and scrolling
the scripts slipping in
seduction of the scene
seen or unseen

deflection
not to mention reflection
mirrors don't always appear
to be or not to be

drastic times call for drastic measures
an ideal idiom of sorts
depending on who's cause
effects the cohorts

a false dichotomy on decline
no one gets to run or hide
even they can't pick a side
____________

I digress as I undress the distress
and distraugt being taught
but is any of this right
why is there always a fight

I'd rather spread peace
and love
not push, not shove

so in the shadow of hate
I simply wait
stripped down and ****
join me, would you?
 28° 
iCRY
Let me disappoint you,
beautifully.
 28° 
Josh
8
You are the reason

there are no fresh wounds up my arm,
there is food in my belly,
there is medicine in my system.

You are the reason
I am alive.
You are all I need
 27° 
Marcella Kay
It runs
Through her blood,
Her veins,
And her soul
As she rises.

She is the head
Of more than a thousand
Armies
As she fights her way
Through fate.

She bloomed
From the dark place
As the pain,
She learned to bare
And gave her strength.

She been built
And trained all her life
To fight through
The wars
As a warrior.
 27° 
the dirty poet
one of the mellower insults of the aging process
is that things that were cool in your prime are utterly forgotten
if they’re pulled out of the attic everyone chuckles
and giggles at you for thinking you were cool to like them
even if they WERE cool and you WERE cool to like them
 27° 
angela
he broke me in uneven halves
shelter seemed so sturdy until
i let him come through
my front door
and despite telling myself
being a victim is the excuse
weak people make
i became weaker

i took a picture of my face
bruised and swollen
hair and heart missing
from him dragging me
say to future me
you can't go back to this
and when you
feel like you miss him
just look at this picture of you
 27° 
Shayla S
my words are tired
want to be loved
want to be held close as you fall asleep

my words want to have a home
want to be spoken freely
want to be met with open arms

my words want to live in the heart
be written in the teeth of a smile
be spun like wool from the tongue

my words wish to be heard
be embraced by open ears
be whispered in softness
 27° 
Humble Edward
My silence is deafening but my screams are unheard
 27° 
mimay
You want me, when I do not want you.
When I want you, you do not want me anymore.
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