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 2040° 
Carlo C Gomez
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First God
Then Everest
To the ends of elation

Her eyes in sunflare
An imprint from her light
Heavy and pulling me
The ever after of the hereafter

In that moment I was hesitant

~
 1129° 
beth fwoah dream
i thought i understood the water,
the silver whispers of stream,
dying the way sadness sighs  
like a star.

the water didn't bring me to
you or you to me.

you were not the shimmer of a
fish.

you were the light reflecting,
bold splashes of colour
on a bold canvas. you

were night when i could
hardly bear the night and you
fell through me

like twilight bringing black
marble moons and watery ghosts.

i thought i understood the water.
i thought the stars painted your
reflection on my lips,

but the silver whispers were not
sad they were happy and
i wondered how i ever
found them sad.
 846° 
Liana
I can't do brain
I can't do thoughts
I can't do friends
And I can't do smoking in parking lots

I can't do death
But I also can't do living

I can't do anything
Except for just giving
And giving
 500° 
chaosofthestars
And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it, get you
And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it, get you

Why you got to be so insecure
Why you got to be so rude
Why are you acting like you don't care
Why am I not with you
Why you saying that I'm not there
Why do I mean nothing to you
Why you got to be so insecure
Why you got to be so rude

And I dont get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it, do you?
And I dont get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it, do you?

Why you got to be so insecure
Why you got to be so rude
Why are you acting like you don't care
Why am I not with you
Why are you saying that I'm not there
Why do I mean nothing to you
Why you got to be so insecure
Why you got to be so rude
Why you got to be so insecure
Why you got to be so rude
Why you got to be so insecure
Why you got to be so rude
Why are you acting like you don't care
Why am I not with you
Why are you saying that I'm not there
Why do I mean nothing to you
Why you got to be so insecure
Why you got to be so rude

And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it, get you
And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it, do you
And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it, get you
And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it, do you
And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it, get you
And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it, do you
 413° 
Mina
I should write
I must try
I wanna live
Not just cry
 351° 
Elliott
Sadness
Grieving
Fear
Loneliness
Maybe it would be better for everyone including myself if I was dead
I try so hard
I really do
But it never seems to be enough
It never seems to get recognized
No one tells me they are glad I’m here
That they’re proud of me
I continue to struggle alone
And no one sees me
No one sees my pain
My hurt
My struggle
My stress
My cries for help
I’m really trying
But I’m just so tired of trying
I’m tired of struggling
I’m sick of this pain
Of this hurt
Of everything
Yes there’s some great things about life
But the future looks so bleak.
Written on 2/28/25
 309° 
A Torn Memory
To be loved is to be dragged to the ends of the world.
To be hated is to be thrown hundreds of feet under the earth.
To be loved is to be forced to betray all that was important to you.
To be hated is to be held close and told lies.
 259° 
Emma
She leans into the petals,
skin dissolving into soft color,
the green veins of leaves brushing her arms
as if they have always known her.

His voice, a thread of dusk,
winds around her wrists,
pulling without force,
settling in the quiet space
between her ribs.

Her breath, uneven,
presses against his mouth,
a drowning in tenderness,
a weight both unbearable and light.

She does not resist.
She does not speak.
She simply disappears
where the flowers open.
 246° 
Paige
I grew wings
At the sides of my teeth
I flew words
Long before I could speak
I made a bed
Of all you meant to me
Yet here I stand
Alone , in these sheets
So find my peace
In what's left of me
Walk her pain
Through the kiss on her cheek
Feel my tears
As you hold her hand
Take me back to that foreign land
Where you loved me
 243° 
Vianne Lior
Flesh—latticed in hush,
pinions bloom along their span—
pearled ache, ascending.

 222° 
Ruheen
these days
i force myself
not to speak
to explain
to justify
my ways
i don't say
how i feel
i try not to
ask questions
what right do i have
to express myself
as a child
with no aims?
something old
 221° 
josef
put your head on the table and rest
while i revise for my religions mock
stop studying inspector calls
look over to me and then look away
i won’t know whether you meant it as more

curl up onto the hard surface
in your uncomfortable chair
listening to the classroom buzz
 213° 
Ernesto Cardenal
Los ranchos dorados cercados de cardos;
chanchos en las calles;
una rueda de carreta
junto a un rancho, un excusado en el patio,
una muchacha llenando su tinaja,
y el Momotombo
azul, detrás de los alegres calzones colgados
amarillos, blancos, rosados.
It’s that time once more.
Meeting between pastel colors.
I’m happy and free.
Singing our  song together.
When bluebirds meet
on wings of daffodils
there is hope all over.
Birth of new beginnings.


Shell ✨🐚
Happy month of March, smell Spring.
 181° 
Brwa S Rasheed
A pulse that never reached the air,
where the ground cracks open,
but no weight falls through.

A flicker burns,
but the flame never touches the wick.

Time folds over itself
a thread pulled thin,
but not unraveled.

A voice is lost
before it’s born,
and nothing moves to fill the gap.
 163° 
Lea
I'm catching myself looking out for a cloud. Is it blue, is it pink, is it a dream? I'm looking for it everywhere I can but the ladder won't reach its way
Is it hiding in a forest or maybe wind brings it over
is it in people's hearts because sometimes the cloud isn't that nice
craving the sweetness and the soft texture it's not always a gesture
is the little things I'm searching in the wild, is the little things I'm searching in my heart, it's the things that keep me occupied and the things that can't escape the mind
Cloud is all around I even see it in your smile
what's real and what's an illusion that's my next conclusion
Clouds can have many colors. I see it in every feeling I borrow
I'm just scared one day I will lose the Cloud and the emotion will turn black
 153° 
lav
You didn’t call it love,
but it could’ve been.
You never called it love,
but you laid the pieces down anyway,
knowing I’d try to glue them together
with whatever was left of me.
 153° 
Ryan O'Leary
Hands are where the hearts are
     Zelensky’s is in his gauche
        Macron’s is in his droit
    Trump’s is in both, because
  He’s holding The Royal Flush
 138° 
Mike Hauser
Have you got TikTok Rot
Head in a constant spin
Telling you their brand of truth
As you nod along, with a goofy grin

Have you got TikTok Rot
Finger in a constant swipe
Can’t find your way to concentrate
While they infiltrate your mind

Have you got TikTok Rot
Eyes in a constant shift
Before you know it you’re all out of focus
With the foolishness, they put in your head

Have you got TikTok Rot
Constant in your drooling
Where all you know is what you’ve been told
No idea of what you’re doing

Have you got TikTok Rot
In a constant state of panic
On the edge of certain death
If they were to ban it

Have you got TikTok Rot
Hey Buddy, what’s that smell
It’s all the rot inside TikTok
A generation stumbling over themselves
Recent telepathic conversations
With interstellar installations
Cause titillations—skin sensations,
I’m simply over oversimplification.

Salutations, the amalgamation of information
Leads to transformation, transmutation,
Transfiguration—my publications
Turn blood relations into star constellations.
 132° 
bulletcookie
German Industrial Music spurns —
pounding out its well oiled skirmishes
precision geared for optimal churn
dystopically torn and ragged dervishes
chemically masked in shrouded breathing
turn tables on society's expectant cadres
scrawling doodles on the walls of empire;
wired electrical schematics of stronger emotions
with exploded views of heart's spirited pistons

-cec
 129° 
Khoisan
I think of you
because I love you
and when I am no longer
do not forget to
reMember.
 120° 
Marc Morais
We built
a tower
with hands
that did not know
how to touch.

It rose,
stone by stone.
Each word was a brick.
Each silence,
the mortar.
Promises—
now vanished in the air.

We stood
at the bottom,
blaming the height
for our aches—
but the tower
was never
what broke us.
 105° 
kind hands
i think we got it wrong
when we think of strong

for its not a mind
that thinks of me and mine

or controlled
by need or greed

its one thats gone inside
and dissolved all internal needs
and turns towards the world
with hearts and hands of kind
 104° 
Ian Martins
Looking up at the treetops kissing the heavens,
I catch a fleeting glimpse of the night sky,
Through limbs and leaves entwined,
Dancing a silent waltz to the rhythm of a gentle breeze.

The shadows drifting down from above ripple softly beneath my feet,
The forest's lifeblood pulses through its veins,
As the restless winds quicken this delicate dance,
We, too, once knew these steps of three.

Once a gust, now barely a whisper,
The harmony quietens and an absence lingers,
Exhausted branches now lie still in silence,
As I gaze beyond their crowded reach.

Into the deepest, darkest blue,
My sight rests on our cherished string of stars,
Hoping they are reaching your eyes too.
Silence protects you from attacks,your enemies are planning in your absentia!
Just don't comment!
Just listen and you finally know what they are up to!
Know things,yet when they talk about them just listen,
Once events have passed ,tell them you heard from them!
If they never knew about it clearly,clarify for them!
They will give you peaceful distances,because they will judge themselves and their actions in your silence!
 83° 
Loozy
You know as you lie,
on the bedspread,
the wood creaks in distress, while the springs squeal in protest,
where dreams find their way
to your empty head.
While you lie still,
with ignorance and disrespect.

You know as you admire,
your empty headspace
the mirror's eye strongly so wishes
to go far far away
as though it fears if you stare too long
the linger of your spectre will forever taint its gaze
and be the source of its nightmares
till the end of time too long.

You know you bully
the ears of your victims
with your voice so unpleasant
to make deaf people
grateful, for once.
Of your vocals so poor
your ears wish
they could tear themselves apart
for this torture so painful
and seemingly so endless
as you go on and on
and never know how to stop.

You know the oxygen curses you
as it gets pulled into your lungs
through your disgraceful nostrils
ensuring your livelihood
always so unwanted
It blows fires big and strong
just for once, for once,
longing you to inhale
some of THAT instead
so that it wouldn't waste itself away with you.

So maybe, just maybe,
If you succumb, to correct
these qualities so uncalled for,
your existence might be something
worth
for.
P.S. This poem is mainly for entertainment purposes, and I was just trying to think of creative insults which used as few slur words as possible. I do not intend to throw any of these at you, dear reader, and I think you are amazing for gracing my poem by having it read by someone as great as you <3
Acúsome de haber hecho
por mi vida y por mi arte
poca cosa de mi parte
y que no estoy satisfecho.
Porque si ardía en mi pecho
hoguera de inspiración,
ansia de dominación,
no debí darme vagar...
La corriente fue soñar
y trabajar la excepción.

La conciencia despiadada
cada vez que acomete
me enrostra mucho tapete,
mucho beso y mucha almohada.
Mucha hora disipada
en nervioso caminar
so pretexto de tomar
ora la luna, ora el sol;
mucho café, a lo español,
mucho reír, mucho hablar.

Sin embargo, estoy contento;
esta vida a la ventura
me ha dejado una frescura
de niño desnudo al viento.
Sólo yo sé cómo siento
la belleza universal:
el oro, rosa y cristal
que arma la aurora al nacer,
y el talle de una mujer,
todo el bien y todo el mal.
Dopamine, drug of choice
Dopamine strengthens my voice
Dopamine, I create a scene
Dopamine a lot of attention
Dopamine to get my fix
I create a scene
Dopamine All Eyez On Me
Dopamine I’m insecure
Dopamine, you are the cure
Dopamine, life itself is dope to me.
 67° 
Harry Gione
You've got her stuck in your teeth
I taste her whenever you kiss me
The aftertaste of what could've been
a bitter sweet remembrance of everything you're missing
while I lay here in a space left by another person
barely fulfilling the taste after which you're thirsting.
 66° 
Clay Micallef
When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M
 60° 
Julia Celine
Unravel me
Loosen up the bow, feel the needle pull
Out words I never did mean
Well, you know me

After the bliss, a liar
Gets tired of this
It feels like the truth’s a fire
They play with for kicks
 60° 
Steve Page
This month I call you Saviour.
Mostly, instinctively
I call to you as Lord-God and Father.
Typically these are the names
I call to mind at early dawn.

But this month you are Saviour
as I become more acutely drawn
to my need to call on your saving grace
on your sacrificial willingness
to cast off the trappings
wrapped up with heavenly glory
to embrace the blood and the mess
that comes with small town nativity
and ultimate betrayal in the big city.

This month I address
my Hosannas to you,
my loving, risen Saviour.
A tweak to a Christmas poem
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