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 45292ยฐ 
Kai
I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
โ€œYou're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
โ€ฆ.ohโ€ฆtalking to me about pedophilesโ€ฆgot itโ€ฆ
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
โ€ฆBut uhhโ€ฆ why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

โ€ฆ. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a โ€œnasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okayโ€ฆ
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
โ€ฆ.oh โ€ฆ they warned me and I didn't do anythingโ€ฆ.
******* this man is an actual *******โ€ฆ..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
โ€ฆI did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
โ€œJapshitโ€?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
โ€œI thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿค“" ใธใƒผ! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Ohโ€ฆ. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Wellโ€ฆthis is the aftermath
There it goes out to all of you:
Ghost
RGH
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Nephilim Angel
Nephalem
Rose White
Rose Red
Jacob Lives
Hybrid Angel
Tormenter
Bread Crumbs
The Machine
Dirt-In-My-Shirt
Soul Unknown
And etc. ENJOYERS

(Btw, all of these names are RGH's names so if you have these names, please don't feel targeted! The person knows who they are.)

EDIT: ILY ALL SM!!! I DIDN'T THINK THIS POEM WOULD GAIN THIS MUCH ATTENTION BUT I'M HAPPY THAT IT DID!! (โ โ‰งโ โ–ฝโ โ‰ฆโ ) I'M GOING TO VIRTUALLY KISS EVERYONE ON THE CHEEK ONCE THEY READ THIS... or just virtually hug you, yk, whatever you're comfortable with
 1005ยฐ 
Violet
Feelings twist like winds that change,
Soft and warm, then cold and strange.
Smiles can mask a quiet ache,
Hearts can bend but rarely break.

We ride the waves, we play it tough,
But feeling deep? Thatโ€™s strong enough.
 680ยฐ 
Cayleigh
I once had a thousand desires
but in my desire to know you
all else melted away.
"insert heartfelt caption here"
 680ยฐ 
Philip
Here!
Now!
Be!
Me!

Incubus
๐Ÿงš๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ
Library

we are free
to become as we please

not a demon
but a faerie
now lives
in me
 495ยฐ 
Anoosha Zaib
Let your tears flow
Let your insecurities leave
Let your sadness leave
Let your fears leave
Let  your darkness leave
Let your pain leave
Let your tears  flow
Let your strength win
Let your happiness win
Let your courage  win
Let your inner peace win
Let your tears flow
Let  your hiccups dissolve
Let your anger dissolve
Let your doubts dissolve
Let your regrets dissolve
Let your heartache dissolve
Let your despair dissolve
Let your weakness dissolve
Let your tears flow
Let your smile return
Let your silence speak
Let your soul breathe
Let your heart forgive
Let your wounds heal
Let your eyes shine
Let yourself win
Let your tears flow
Let the healing begin
 459ยฐ 
guy scutellaro
I'm just a sparrow
longing for sky
and if I had wings
I could fly.
 418ยฐ 
badwords
They want bodies.
Warm, compliant bodies. Moving parts.
Hands that open doors and flip switches.
Spines that bend but donโ€™t break.
They want eight hours of labor, plus the commute,
plus the side hustle,
plus the ever-present smile that says,
"Iโ€™m lucky to be here."

But bodies need rest.
And there is nowhere to rest.
No shoebox. No storage unit.
No couch, no floor, no friend with a spare key.
Just asphalt and backseatsโ€”if youโ€™re lucky.
Just parking lots and fear and pretending to be fine.

Weโ€™re told to buy the things that prove weโ€™ve made it:
the ergonomic chair, the smart toaster,
the streaming subscription that numbs the noise.
But where do we put it?
Where do we live with it?
They expect us to consume while we disappear.

They want machines
โ€”but with human elegance.
They want efficiency
โ€”but with soul.
They want labor without the laborerโ€™s needs.

We are the product and the producer.
The face and the function.
They demand dignity at the front desk,
but deny it in the zoning map.

We work full time,
and still live in our cars.
If we have one.
If it hasnโ€™t been towed or repossessed.
If thereโ€™s a safe place to park without being harassed.

Why?
Why can you clock in at dawn,
and still sleep under stars you didnโ€™t wish for?

Because they want bodies.
But they do not want the burden of keeping us alive.
 309ยฐ 
Brendan Enright
A little black bird,
with white underbelly,
wags its little sweet tail,
before the storm and its hail,

A car on the freeway,
caught in the down-pour,
wipers are on full-max,
and in front's just a fog.

And the little bird gets hit,
as the car's front gets smashed
little wings get torn to bits
as a neck snaps from the crash.

Black as night's tide,
comes the flooding rain,
Lightning strikes an old tree,
burning it down to a crisp

Insects running to little hives,
can't escape with their lives.
Mother nature can be beautiful,
and at a change can be deadly.
 297ยฐ 
Saudade
Hier encore,
Je voulais te montrer mon cล“ur,
Mais tu es parti et je suis seul.
 256ยฐ 
Maddy
Some are most creative and beyond comprehension
For they are that talented
Some have that magic naturally
Some hoping to create and find their way
Their impact makes us better writers
You can agree to disagree
Just read and enjoy
The pleasure of reading and enjoying the talent is so much better
than the so -called talent we tune into to see
Not asking you to tune out but tune into what happens here
Hello Poetry Poets
Thanks
 245ยฐ 
Cheng-et Teronpi
"AN INCH AWAY"

I'm inch away, lost in the night,
Drowning in shadows, losing the fight.
They say ,you'll pass, but don't understand,
I'm slipping away like grains of sand.

I try to speak, but silence swallows,
My suffering locked inside.
I'm scared to share , scared to fall-
Yet longing to be heard.
 237ยฐ 
Finnegan
They say use your head
Yet I use my heart
For I trust it
And it trusts you
I trust you with my heart
Please take care of it
For it is fragile and easily breakable
But I know you
You would never let it shatter
 226ยฐ 
Amethyste
I check the phone

No message from you

And I wait

I wait

For a vibe

For some color

On these deserted days of mine.
 219ยฐ 
rae
Your touch etched beneath my heart
Sore and gruesome
Unforgettable hurt
Wounded thoughtlessly
Taunted by the absence that haunts me boundlessly
Suffocated by the depths of you
Captured by the heartache you burdened through me too
 192ยฐ 
Katlynn Grilli
Your mind so jumbled itโ€™s a jigsaw puzzle.
Canโ€™t think straight from going over every curve ball thrown your way
You piece together a little bit at a time but thereโ€™s no reward for this puzzle.
Seems to never go finished
Sweet girl
You have a puzzle to do
Open your eyes
Just a little more
Sweet girl
Your puzzle is done.
 186ยฐ 
Daisy
my gentle fingers create divots within her supple skin
squeezing her,
mocking the ache in my chest
upon the first taste.

refreshed on the brightest days
splashed by the warmth of sunrays.
itโ€™s been many long months,
in the minutes between.

and suddenly i am back on earth,
brought back to life,
her on her back,
my mouth on her thighs.
 181ยฐ 
Shaylie
When you read my poems
Does it feel like your talking to me
If you close your eyes right now
Can you hear me
Whispering in your ear
Can you remember what my voice sounds like?
 177ยฐ 
Mariam
แƒชแƒ แƒฉแƒแƒ›แƒแƒ˜แƒฅแƒชแƒ แƒฃแƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒแƒ“ โ€”
แƒฃแƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒแƒ“ แƒ•แƒ”แƒ  แƒ˜แƒแƒ แƒกแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ”แƒ‘แƒก
แƒ’แƒแƒ›แƒฌแƒ•แƒแƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜ แƒ‘แƒฃแƒœแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ.
แƒชแƒ แƒฉแƒแƒ›แƒแƒ˜แƒฅแƒชแƒ แƒกแƒแƒกแƒ˜แƒฎแƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒแƒ“
แƒ›แƒแƒ แƒแƒ“ แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒงแƒœแƒ˜แƒกแƒ แƒ›แƒจแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ“แƒ˜แƒกแƒ.

แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒก แƒซแƒแƒšแƒฃแƒซแƒก แƒกแƒ˜แƒšแƒแƒ›แƒแƒ–แƒ”,
แƒแƒ แƒก แƒกแƒ˜แƒฌแƒ›แƒ˜แƒœแƒ“แƒ˜แƒกแƒ,
แƒ›แƒแƒ แƒแƒ“ แƒฃแƒ™แƒ•แƒ“แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜ โ€”
แƒ—แƒ•แƒ˜แƒ— แƒฃแƒ™แƒ•แƒ“แƒแƒ•แƒ”แƒ‘แƒแƒช แƒฃแƒ™แƒ•แƒ“แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ
แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒงแƒœแƒ˜แƒกแƒ แƒ›แƒจแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ“แƒ˜แƒกแƒ,
แƒฎแƒ˜แƒšแƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒกแƒ แƒ—แƒฃ แƒฃแƒฎแƒ˜แƒšแƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒกแƒ,
แƒฃแƒ™แƒแƒœแƒแƒกแƒ™แƒœแƒ”แƒšแƒ˜แƒกแƒ แƒ“แƒฆแƒ˜แƒกแƒแƒกแƒ.

แƒ›แƒแƒ’แƒ แƒแƒ› แƒแƒ แƒก แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜ แƒ›แƒแƒ แƒแƒ“แƒ˜แƒกแƒ โ€”
แƒชแƒ˜แƒกแƒ แƒ“แƒ แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒงแƒœแƒ˜แƒกแƒ แƒฃแƒ™แƒแƒœแƒแƒกแƒ™แƒœแƒ”แƒšแƒ˜ แƒ“แƒฆแƒ˜แƒกแƒแƒช.

แƒชแƒ แƒฉแƒแƒ›แƒแƒ˜แƒฅแƒชแƒ, แƒ แƒแƒ’แƒแƒ แƒช แƒ‘แƒแƒ‘แƒแƒฅแƒแƒ 
แƒฅแƒแƒ แƒ˜แƒจแƒฎแƒแƒšแƒจแƒ˜ แƒฃแƒ˜แƒ›แƒ”แƒ“แƒแƒ“ แƒ“แƒแƒ™แƒแƒ แƒ’แƒฃแƒš
แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒงแƒœแƒ˜แƒกแƒ แƒ“แƒ แƒฎแƒแƒšแƒฎแƒ˜แƒกแƒ,
แƒ แƒแƒ’แƒแƒ แƒช แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜ โ€” แƒ›แƒแƒ แƒขแƒแƒแƒ‘แƒแƒจแƒ˜
แƒ“แƒ แƒฃแƒ˜แƒ›แƒ”แƒ“แƒแƒ‘แƒแƒจแƒ˜ แƒ’แƒแƒœแƒฌแƒ˜แƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒก.

แƒ›แƒแƒ’แƒ แƒแƒ› แƒฃแƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒแƒ“ แƒแƒ  แƒ˜แƒแƒ แƒกแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ”แƒ‘แƒก แƒกแƒแƒ›แƒงแƒแƒ แƒ.
แƒ˜แƒ’แƒ˜ แƒ˜แƒฎแƒ›แƒแƒ‘แƒก แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒก โ€”
แƒ“แƒแƒ™แƒแƒ แƒ’แƒฃแƒšแƒก แƒ—แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒก แƒ’แƒแƒœแƒชแƒ“แƒ”แƒ‘แƒจแƒ˜,
แƒ—แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒก แƒ’แƒ แƒซแƒœแƒแƒ‘แƒ”แƒ‘แƒจแƒ˜,
แƒ—แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒก แƒคแƒ˜แƒฅแƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒจแƒ˜...

แƒฃแƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒงแƒแƒœแƒแƒจแƒ˜
แƒฃแƒ›แƒ˜แƒ–แƒœแƒแƒ“ แƒ“แƒแƒ”แƒฎแƒ”แƒขแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ แƒ•แƒ”แƒšแƒฃแƒ แƒ˜แƒ•แƒ˜แƒ—.
แƒฉแƒแƒ›แƒแƒ˜แƒฅแƒชแƒ แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒงแƒแƒœแƒ โ€”
แƒฃแƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒแƒ“ แƒ’แƒแƒ–แƒ แƒ“แƒ˜แƒš แƒกแƒ˜แƒชแƒ˜แƒ•แƒ”แƒจแƒ˜ แƒ›แƒงแƒแƒค แƒกแƒแƒ›แƒงแƒแƒ แƒแƒจแƒ˜,
แƒกแƒแƒ›แƒงแƒแƒ แƒแƒจแƒ˜, แƒกแƒแƒ“แƒแƒช แƒแƒ  แƒฐแƒ’แƒแƒ•แƒก
แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒ— แƒกแƒแƒ•แƒกแƒ” แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒงแƒแƒœแƒแƒจแƒ˜
แƒ’แƒแƒ–แƒ แƒ“แƒ˜แƒš แƒกแƒ˜แƒ—แƒ‘แƒแƒก...

แƒ›แƒแƒ’แƒ แƒแƒ› แƒแƒ แƒก แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜ โ€”
แƒขแƒแƒœแƒฏแƒ•แƒ˜แƒกแƒ แƒ“แƒ แƒ›แƒแƒšแƒแƒ“แƒ˜แƒœแƒ˜แƒกแƒ,
แƒแƒ“แƒแƒ›แƒ˜แƒแƒœแƒ˜แƒกแƒ แƒ“แƒ แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒงแƒœแƒ˜แƒกแƒ.

แƒ˜แƒ’แƒ˜ แƒแƒ  แƒฐแƒ’แƒแƒ•แƒก แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒงแƒแƒœแƒแƒก,
แƒกแƒแƒ“แƒแƒช แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒ;
แƒ˜แƒ’แƒ˜ แƒแƒ  แƒฐแƒ’แƒแƒ•แƒก แƒฅแƒ•แƒ”แƒงแƒแƒœแƒแƒก,
แƒกแƒแƒ“แƒแƒช แƒฎแƒแƒšแƒฎแƒ˜ แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒ— แƒฎแƒแƒ แƒแƒ‘แƒก;
แƒ˜แƒ’แƒ˜ แƒแƒ  แƒฐแƒ’แƒแƒ•แƒก แƒกแƒ˜แƒ›แƒจแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ“แƒ”แƒกแƒ แƒ“แƒ แƒฐแƒแƒ แƒ›แƒแƒœแƒ˜แƒแƒก,
แƒ แƒแƒ›แƒ”แƒšแƒ˜แƒช แƒฃแƒ™แƒ•แƒ“แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ
แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒ— แƒกแƒแƒ•แƒกแƒ” แƒกแƒแƒ›แƒงแƒแƒ แƒแƒจแƒ˜.

แƒ›แƒ˜แƒกแƒ˜ แƒ›แƒจแƒ•แƒ”แƒœแƒ˜แƒ”แƒ แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ แƒ’แƒแƒคแƒแƒœแƒขแƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒ,
แƒœแƒ”แƒš-แƒœแƒ”แƒšแƒ แƒ˜แƒ™แƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒก แƒ›แƒ˜แƒกแƒ˜ แƒกแƒ˜แƒšแƒแƒ›แƒแƒ–แƒ”,
แƒ›แƒ˜แƒกแƒ˜ แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜.

แƒ›แƒแƒ’แƒ แƒแƒ›...
แƒฃแƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒแƒ“ แƒ›แƒแƒ˜แƒœแƒช แƒฃแƒ™แƒ•แƒ“แƒแƒ•แƒ˜แƒ แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜.
แƒ›แƒแƒ’แƒ แƒแƒ› แƒชแƒ แƒฉแƒแƒ›แƒแƒ˜แƒฅแƒชแƒ แƒฃแƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒแƒ“.
แƒ›แƒแƒ’แƒ แƒแƒ› แƒแƒ  แƒแƒ แƒกแƒ”แƒ‘แƒแƒ‘แƒก แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜แƒก แƒ’แƒแƒ แƒ”แƒจแƒ”
แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜, แƒ แƒแƒ›แƒ”แƒšแƒ˜แƒช
แƒ›แƒแƒ แƒแƒ“แƒ˜แƒฃแƒšแƒแƒ“ แƒ’แƒ แƒซแƒ”แƒšแƒ“แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ...
 176ยฐ 
The Invisible Poet
I love books
reading them
entering other worlds
filled with romance
and dragons
and magic
and anything you can imagine
so enchanting
the words transport you
into different dimensions
feeling what the character feels
experiencing what the character experiences
the words turn into images
that turn into a portal to the setting
when the book closes
reality slams into you
the rapid change in worlds is jarring
 153ยฐ 
Poetato
I was just a little girl
Watching chaos unravel, helplessly
Confusion became a daily routine
Silence, my only defense
And I honed the art of observing pain.

Day by day
I saved up pieces of disappointment
Until the jar began to crack
Spilling exhaustion
Hardening into quiet rebellion
Sharpening into well-trained disgust.

We stopped looking, even beneath the bed
Where is the sorry we deserved?
Where is the responsibility you clung to so tightly?
Where is all the change you once promised?

But whatever
You're here, technically
And us?
We've mastered the art of needing nothing from you.
I'm sorry. It's tiring to keep it all alone. We tried to talk. But you're the only one who always ends up being the victim, as if nothing ever happened.
 153ยฐ 
D
She lands on the budding branch,
Proud crown pointed upward,
Burgundy chest puffed with confidence,
She sings to me, an opera of melodies,
All for the payment of a sunflower seed.
I love listening to the sound of birds when they come around the feeder.
 149ยฐ 
Dr Peter Lim
Grant me kindness
not success:
in this alone
I'll be fully blessed
 134ยฐ 
Yuu
I'd gladly die,
For you,
My eternal heaven.
Angels requiem and harmonize in perfect symphony, lavishing time in elegiac air.
Unbridle the harps with burning desire and unbridls joy.
So that the viscous, ruby-red blood flows a breathtaking sight.

Oh Amoret,
Caress my hand,
Praise me,
Envelope me with your voice, and may the harps be envious.
 126ยฐ 
Chelsea Rae
I can't run from the fire
that is you.

I can only throw myself
to the flames
and
burn in it.
 125ยฐ 
Emery Feine
I'm not my father.
Water is thicker than blood.
I refuse to rot.
I hate haikus
 125ยฐ 
Alkia
All life has a purpose.

I sit down and wonder about each

But my smile falls; that tells me otherwise.

I wonder what mines is.

Perhaps I would like my purpose to be like a flower.

use for happiness and grief.

Or perhaps a butterfly.

They have significant meaning in everyone's life.

Am I supposed to make my own, or is it given, or is it already decided?

All I know is that I would like a purpose, no matter if it's small or big.

Just a purpose
 119ยฐ 
Zywa
I sometimes receive

mail with no meaning attached:


an exchange parcel.
Comic strip #173 - "Heer Ollie en Een Bommelding" ("Sir Oliver and A Bomble-thing", 1983, Marten Toonder), tier 1387

Collection "**** & Lord"
 111ยฐ 
Vafa Abbasi
I am enamourโ€™d of the swans in flight,
That cleave the air with grace none may outshine;
Of trembling roofs hid far from mortal sight,
Where falls of silver veil the ancient pine.

I love the scents that haunt this ruinโ€™d ground,
The hues that linger where all else decays;
For in this city, lost and sorrow-crownโ€™d,
Some secret peace in shadowโ€™d silence stays.

Perchance beyond the tempest and the thrall,
There lies a hallowโ€™d place, untouched by all.
A love not for perfection โ€” but for the fragile beauty that survives ruin, for stillness beyond chaos, for the sacred hidden places of the world and heart.
Upside down you walk the clouds
And you are unaware
You touch your feet on moonbeans
They are a golden stair

You breathe under the ocean
Peruse the coral reefs
Dance with the yellow fishes
Tell them your beliefs

The Earth is actually the sky
Cars are birds that fly on by
You query raindrops - they don't lie
You pet doves - they're never shy
And the rainbows never die
You never stop to question why

You see angels. You hear ions.
You smell blue. You touch the eons.
The beggers rule. The bankers peons.
Are these things we can agree on?

Your hair's a cloud. Your skin's a glove.
The sun is flat. The Earth's above.

Let's just face it...

You're in LOVE!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/31/2016
 95ยฐ 
Paige
And for the first time
I made my brother cry
All I had to do was
Tell him the tragedies
Of my life
 94ยฐ 
Tuta
I was on the edge
not of a street,
but of everything.
The kind of tired that sleep canโ€™t touch.
The kind of stillness that feels like disappearing.

And then
a glance.
Soft, unplanned.
A stranger with blue eyes that didnโ€™t ask,
just saw.

No words, no story,
only silence between us
that somehow said,
โ€œStay.โ€

One stop away
thatโ€™s all.
But in that moment,
it could have been another universe.

I didnโ€™t fall in love.
I fell into the possibility
that maybe, just maybe,
life isnโ€™t done with me yet.
 90ยฐ 
Megan E Hoffman
You do not attract what you want, you attract what you are / so if you want your epic love, you must be an epic lover / if you want abundance, you must be abundant / in other words, Universe does not respond to your want / it responds to your I am it responds to your energy / and the times Iโ€™d thought I found love, what Iโ€™d really found was whatever feeling I was operating from / and anger, desperation, fear, lackโ€”โ€”none make very satisfying bedmates let me tell you / and none equal love

So be love / be love, and let the world love you back / do not think your empty prayers your daily affirmations will fool God / Godโ€™s language is not words
a little something I jotted down yesterday.
 86ยฐ 
Pablo Neruda
La mariposa volotea
y arde -con el sol- a veces.

Mancha volante y llamarada,
ahora se queda parada
sobre una hoja: que la mece.

Me decรญan: -No tienes nada.
No estรกs enfermo. Te parece.

Yo tampoco decรญa nada.
Y pasรณ el tiempo de las mieses.

Hoy una mano de congoja
llena de otoรฑo el horizonte.
Y hasta de mi alma caen hojas.

Me decรญan: -No tienes nada.
No estรกs enfermo. Te parece.

Era la hora de las espigas.
El sol, ahora,
convalece.

Todo se va en la vida, amigos.
Se va o perece.

Se va la mano que te induce.
Se va o perece.

Se va la rosa que desates.
Tambiรฉn la boca que te bese.

El agua, la sombra y el vaso.
Se va o perece.

Pasรณ la hora de las espigas.
El sol, ahora, convalece.

Su lengua tibia me rodea.
Tambiรฉn me dice: -Te parece.

La mariposa volotea,
revolotea,
y desaparece.
 86ยฐ 
Lost Indeed
I will tell you somethingโ€”
What hurts the most:
I look in my shower and can't see your towel.
I smell the sheets, but they donโ€™t carry your scent.
I miss you like crazy,
And I only have the walls to vent.

I want to scream and come running to you,
To feel your sweet lips on mine,
To feel your arms around me too.

Oh God, I miss seeing her in the morning.
Help me to copeโ€”
It feels like my soul was ripped,
And my brain just needs dope.
T
 85ยฐ 
FredErick le Roux
Distant found
Near the new horizon
Travellers gaze
Upon a darkend shadow
Time fleets
Like a babbling river
Silently the new day rise
 85ยฐ 
Raghav Goswami
In ten days,
the whole bowels,
finally cleared - spring.
NaPoWriMo day 07
 85ยฐ 
nivek
time is friend and foe
memories haunt the present

- distance allows healing
understanding and forgiveness

but you may have to go through
seeming eternal remembrance

rearmed each time with
new found love.
 84ยฐ 
Hana Morikawa
I empty myself until my pencil wears down.
If pain could fade in the same way,
poems are born in my notebook, stained with vivid tears.
And light would fill the scars left in my heart.
The eyes of sorrow would lose their sight.
                                                   Hana.M
 83ยฐ 
Autisma
Into the vortex
The past swells like a baffoon
As if we had no right anyway
To be creative with a zoom
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