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The only way I know how to be vulnerable & naked with my thoughts
When I am being honest with myself & with you
I'm giving you a piece of me
You just don't know it
Some of these poems are my secrets
Others just distant memories
My real life experiences
My bliss
My serendipity
My calamity
My feelings
My emotions
My mind
My heart
I am giving you a vulnerable me
And a vulnerable you
So when you connect with my words & thoughts
You are vulnerable too
And knowing that you & I can share this vulnerability
Gives me peace because I'm reminded that we're human

-elissette
  Sep 2021 The Young Poet
Ron Sparks
Send me nudes, you said
I sent you my naked
truths instead -
An unfiltered and unapologetic
glimpse into my heart
my innermost self
That part of me that so
rarely sees the light
of day much less the
judgement
of another soul
In the end, staring at my
demons, at my fears, and
my weakness you
failed to see
my strengths, my beauty,
or my integrity
You looked into the
abyss of me and
blinked
  Sep 2021 The Young Poet
Rosie Toes
and she is like a painting,

the colors of her soul infuse the dark world around her.

Flowers grow at the sound of her laugh,

for that's all the warmth they need.

Her smile radiates across the room,

a light that invites and guides those who are lost.

She lives, not with an overconfidence in herself,

but with an understanding that her beauty is up to interpretation.  

She is able to admire the other paintings in the gallery,

but still knows she has something beautiful to offer.

She is just herself,

and she is like a painting.
Google "What is the main idea of surrealism"
  Sep 2021 The Young Poet
Samm Marie
If he knew the amount of power
He still holds over my fragile existence
He'd rise to dictator status
Because that's what he is to me
I'm like a Jew  in love with ******
Being sent off to the showers
I suffocate on the memory of promise
If he knew how often I think of him
He wouldn't know what to do
He'd be giddy and not the least bit afraid
Because I have a monopoly on fear
When it comes to that Peter Pan
A boy child never to turn man
If he knew the feelings I still harbor
But dare not to confess
He would abuse that power profusely
Because knowledge is the web
I'm eternally trapped in
I'm not a *******
But I still adore
That sadist
Words have no meaning
And yet nor do sounds
These letters have no feeling
When I write them down
My pen is a tool
And yet I feel like no creator
I simply copy words down like a common fool
These thoughts are no straighter
Than a forest of weeds
They are burning inside me
But I cannot simply feed
Them out onto paper. You see,
I don’t know what all these thoughts even mean;
They are spoken in a language that has never been seen
So I write and I write and yet I still do not understand
How to lead them out by the hand,
Into the world for you all to read.
Now leave me alone, for it is more than just words on a page that I need.
  Sep 2021 The Young Poet
Delyla Nunez
I wished you’d leave me be.
I wished you’d stop trying to message.
Please keep your distance!

It doesn’t make sense to me, you tell me you’ll leave and never try again.
Yet here you are.
Why?

You message late at night before I fall asleep.
Then all I’m left with at the end of the phone call is emptiness.
You take my answers and change it to something different.

You don’t want my answers, you never did and that’s okay..
But why give you that respect of my honor when you lied from the beginning?
Oh because I did worse.

If it was ALL my fault then why can’t you go..
If I am such a horrible person the why can’t you stop messaging.
You said it yourself.
So go.
If I ****** up sooo bad then stop harassing me. Do you and let me do me.
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