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 Jan 2018 Merida
Mitch Prax
Why is it that broken people
confide in my words?
Is it because I’m broken too?
Are we shards from the same bottle?
Does it help when we fit into place?
You and I, a tragic jigsaw puzzle
Or when I put you back together?
I don’t know why it is,
All I know is that my words
bring a temporary relief
to myself and
to the broken people
 Jan 2018 Merida
Mitch Prax
Travel
 Jan 2018 Merida
Mitch Prax
Why do I love travelling?
because when I travel,
I am no longer me,
No, I am a series of me’s.
I can be who I want to be
In a sea of strangers.  
I can live someone else’s life
away from my daily strife.
I can set a new routine
in a brand new scene
and I can be far away
from my thoughts of grey.
Still, I am always under the same sky
Living another life, chasing another high
Yet it feels like I live in
another universe.
 Jan 2018 Merida
Francie Lynch
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Finally. I'd been striving for a one word poem. After achieving it, I wanted a no word poem. Here it is. I guess this is no longer mine, but ours.

"The Invisible Poem" was selected as the Daily.
I'm humbled... to say nothing.
But I believe a response is necessary.
To all those who liked, loved and commented, I say thank you. I've read all you've written, and most of it is very creative and complimentary.
There are others, detractors, who claim "*******," etc.
Well of course, this only begs the question, "What is poetry?"
I can't answer that. I've written on it. But what I do know is what poetry should do. Its purpose.
If a poem should arouse emotions, bad or good, make people think, have people want to write, to express themselves (and I believe I'm on the mark here), then, anything can be a poem. Even a page with lines on it.
Thanks again to all the readers.
And if you're still *******, don't attack me... go after Elliot. :)
 Jan 2018 Merida
Micaela
I weep
 Jan 2018 Merida
Micaela
You know those tears I so often shed?
They are but beads of so many emotions yet also the absence of such
My eyes leak until they are tired
You think these tears make me weak
That I am ruined
Yet I weep for I am tortured
I weep for I am grateful
I weep for I know not how to live without such intensity
I weep for those I cannot help
I weep for those who lost the battle I continue to fight
I weep for the ones I love and the love I won when I met him
I weep to cleanse my body of all evil
But mostly I weep to remind myself that I am still alive
My heart beats even when it is hurting
My soul sings louder to compensate for the times it has been crushed
For it wishes to be heard above the chorus of supressed hopes and dreams
The fear has made me a coward, you say
But no, I persevere
Despite the trepidation you fail to understand, I remain
To weep and be heard weeping is strength like no other
To be vulnerable in the face of judgement
In the presence of such paralysing fear that holds you hostage and mercilessly lingers
Is to be an injured soldier in the war that is life
But to never surrender
What is love if not breaking down walls,
The wall of trust,
The wall of insecurities,
The wall of self.

What is love if not giving,
A piece of yourself,
A piece of your heart,
A piece of your soul.

What is love if not sacrifice,
The sacrifice of time,
The sacrifice of dedication,
The sacrifice of ego.

What is love if not showing weakness,
To have your heart laid out on the table,
Entrusting your insecurities to a stranger,
To have your soul attached to another.

What is love if not all this and more.
 Jan 2018 Merida
Zoe Mae
Why am I always afraid
I just don't know why
Is it cuz this bed I've made
Feels like a coffin in the sky

Floating over crowds alone
I never feel connected
This place doesn't seem like home
And I always get rejected

I may look human just like you
With two legs underneath
Two arms that don't know what to do
Wrapped round me like a sheath

A mouth that opens, words come out
Sometimes in a faint whisper
Other times I scream and shout
In the mirror at my sister

Two eyes that blink but do not see
A nose that does not smell
A feeling I'm not meant to be
And that this must be hell

If so then why is no one here
And I'm the only one
I feel my heart swollen with fear
And I just turn and run

Why am I always afraid
I can't figure why
Is it cuz this bed I've made's
My coffin in the sky
 Jan 2018 Merida
Gia Garcia
He and I
 Jan 2018 Merida
Gia Garcia
He was the sun, and I was the moon.
Without him, I couldn't illume the night.
I took all the darkness, he had morning and noon,
Without each other, the world wasn't right.
He was the fire, and I was the ice.
He'd bring the chaos without thinking twice.
Whatever flesh he burns, I come to aid.
I touch him without ever being afraid.
He was the ground, and I was the sky.
Aware of each other, but turn a blind eye.
He gave me vapor, I gave him the weather;
It was our only way of being together.
He was the mass, and I was the space.
And without hesitation, in my life, he took place.
I let him consume me, I didn't mind, you see,
I was just happy that somebody needed me.
He was he, and I was me.
What a fool I've been to trust and believe
That we need each other, when the sad truth is,
All there has been for us, was to coexist.
For bub
 Jan 2018 Merida
mel
recognition
 Jan 2018 Merida
mel
i am not one for making bets
but i bet your heart skipped too
when my soul recognized you
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