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 1841Β° 
Maryann I
They call her names,
send their curses through a screen.
She blocks them,
but the words slip through the cracks,
curl beneath her skin.

She scrubs her face,
but the insults don’t wash away.
She sleeps,
but the whispers slither through her dreams.

Years pass.
The usernames are gone.
The accounts are deleted.
The laughter has moved on.

But the wordsβ€”
the words still stay.
This poem plays with the idea that words, once spoken (or typed), never truly go away.
 1153Β° 
Fumbletongue
If you have to lie, then deep inside,
You already know the truth you hide.
The words you twist, the stories bend,
Can never heal, can never mend.

A shadow creeps with every tale,
A weight that grows with every veil.
The truth, once bright, is lost in gray,
Each step you take leads you away.

You know you’re wrong with every breath,
Each word you speak, a quiet death.
If truth is gone, then so are we-
A bond can’t live on false debris.

If you must lie to make it through,
Then face the truth: it’s not worth you.
I think most often we lie to ourselves the most.
 800Β° 
Nat Lipstadt
market report: spinning on an axis of complexity

phrase captures and enraptures, buried deep in one of the
countless market reports that arrive every minute out of date by the time they press the end/send button but this rises
up from the forged gorge throat and all the rest falls away

spinning on an axis of complexity

sticks like Elmer's glue, white viscous, good for paper & skin,
cause you knew precision revision incision instantaneous,
they are intended for your eyes only, pasted to your eyes,
tinged tongue screaming you man, you poem
there is no
difference, for both at 1:55am 
 where time is sleep verboten,  
when words are blood platelets in a mystery entitled

spinning on an axis of complexity*

human must eat
human must work
human must love
human must sort the juggling orbs,
too much new information constant and brain incapacitated

while falling-spinning
when eyes now fully glued shut by the
complexity of clashing algorithms
writing this market report on the state of me,
the passionate impartial analyst who boldly reveals, he proclaims
he owns stock in himself and issues a
sell recommendation

the complexity-situation trending signals crash a-coming,

and at 1:59am after composing this hissy fit writ,
he downgrades the official outlook to sell and
lies down on the kitchen floor and laughs
with the angel dudes eating bagels and holding their sides,
cause they have  been running a short position up in heaven*

6/22/17 2:05am
nyc
 601Β° 
nvinn fonia
Given the arithmetic sequence:
f (1) = 4; f (n) = f (n - 1) + 3. Find f (5).
 572Β° 
Thea
In a world devoid of meaning, she wandered alone,
A soul forsaken, lost in the void, a heart of stone.
Her eyes, once bright, now dimmed, like stars in the night,
Reflecting the emptiness that consumed her light.

She walked with steps of lead, her feet heavy with despair,
Her laughter a hollow echo, her hopes a distant, fading air.
Time, like a thief, stole away her dreams, leaving only ash,
And darkness crept in, a slow and silent crash.

It didn't come all at once, but trickled in like sand,
Grain by grain, until the light was lost in the land.
Her smile, a forced and fragile thing, like a blade held sideways,
Couldn't pierce the shadows that enveloped her, like a shroud that wouldn't fade.

She didn't scream, she didn't cry, she simply stopped shining,
Her light extinguished, like a flame that's lost its spark, its meaning.
The world around her lost its shape, its color, its sound,
And she was left with nothing, but the echoes of a hollow ground.

But then, one day, an ember appeared, a spark of light,
A small, yet fierce, flame that flickered in the dark of night.
It didn't promise, it didn't call, it simply existed,
A tiny, glowing point, that beckoned her to follow, to resist.

She reached out, with a hand she thought was lost,
And touched the ember, feeling its warmth, its gentle cost.
It didn't move away, it didn't fade, it stayed,
A steady, pulsing light, that guided her through the shades.

She followed, step by step, through memories like thorns,
Through fear like fog, that shrouded her, and kept her from being reborn.
The ember led her, through the dark, through the pain,
Until she saw, a glimmer of light, a world reborn, a new refrain.

The darkness peeled back, like a curtain, like a veil,
And air, sweet, warm, alive, brushed against her skin, like a gentle gale.
She blinked, and the world bloomed, like a garden in spring,
Colors she had never seen, spilled from the sky, like a rainbow's wing.

She stood, trembling, on the edge of something new,
A world of wonder, a world of beauty, a world anew.
And there, in the gold-soft hush of morning, she met a heart,
A heart as gentle, as soothing, as the morning breeze, a brand new start.

He didn't ask for her story, he just listened to the silence,
Between her words, where the truth resided, where the pain existed.
He didn't try to fix the cracks, he just held them, like a work of art,
And showed her, that even broken, she was beautiful, a masterpiece, a work in progress, a brand new start.

His laughter was rain on a window, his voice, a gentle stream,
That flowed through her, like a river, and washed away her pain, her scream.
His eyes, like the morning sun, shone bright, and warm, and kind,
And when he smiled at her, she saw herself, reflected, redefined.

She, who once flinched from affection, like a wounded thing,
Now leaned toward his kindness, like a flower, that needs the sun's warm wing.
She let herself soften, let her hands learn to hold,
Without shaking, without fear, without the weight of her past, her gold.

He showed her, that love didn't have to be loud,
To be real, to be true, to be a love that's proud.
It could be the quiet way, he stayed, even when she tried to run,
The way he said nothing, when her fear said everything, when her heart was undone.

The way he called her beautiful, not to convince her,
But because he simply saw her, like a work of art, a masterpiece, a treasure to discover.
He saw her, like a sunrise, like a sunset, like a work of art,
A beauty, that's rare, a beauty, that's unique, a beauty, that's a work in progress, a brand new start.

She still gets scared, still waits for the light to leave,
But now, she holds his hand, and the journey, is a different beat.
It's been a journey, of magic, stitched into the mundane,
Of coffee cups, and stargazing, of midnight confessions, and slow dances, in messy kitchens, in the rain.

It's been a journey, of missteps, and meltdowns,
Of moments, she nearly ran, but he was there, to catch her, to hold her, to love her.
He's been there, through it all, through the laughter, and the tears,
Through the fears, and the doubts, through the moments, that seemed to last for
It's a long one, a bit like a story of sorts but I hope you all like it, I got inspired after watching numerous movies in the past two weeks and I've wanted to write based on that.
Hope you all love it and that you all have that special someone in your life
 529Β° 
Joss Lennox
connection begins,
where fear ends.
don't be afraid to put your creativity out there!
 492Β° 
yndn
Stop searching for places where you feel like you need to fit in, especially when you truly don’t belong there.

Stop seeking love from people just to fill the emptiness inside you.

You cannot expect to receive something from others if you are unable to give it yourself.

Simply put, you cannot give what you do not have.

So, learn to appreciate and love yourself first.
 404Β° 
Stephen Leacock
The doctor arrivedβ€”
A man whose life path is marked by six and framed by fame.
He stood beside the ambassador; together, they spoke,
Two minds aligned, two hands that shook,
Making change, shaping peaceβ€”
Turning tides, setting chaos at ease.

Things are not always what they seem,
But the world is shifting toward a brighter dream.
The Sixteen rise, striking north,
And inflation whispers, ready to burst forth.

Prices climb and fall in waves,
As karma spins the globe,
Draped in chaos,
Crowned with consequence.

A revelation brews at the edge of dawnβ€”
The horseman of famine already rides on.
The world bends low, down on its knees,
Shaken by that unseen thing,
The thing that makes you sneeze.

The doctor kindles interest in your mind,
Igniting purpose you were meant to find.
A man stands strong against the bully’s might,
A student guided by the blue  Star of Lightβ€”
Deporting her back to her home country.
The Jewish flame that guards from far, the Jewish  student a symbol shining like a star earning his degrees.
The expensive campus.

With hearts of love, we join as one,
To fix what’s broken, to get things done.
We thrive, we hold, we build, we tradeβ€”
In unity, progress is made.

No sorrow here, no tale of doomβ€”
Only rising hope that clears the gloom.
The hands of power now seek to grow,
To nurture, to build, to learn and know.

AI flows through every streamβ€”
Testing like an scientist,
The Engineer that needs fuel,
The Generator,
The labs, in trials, in future dreams.
Testing minds, reshaping norms,
Through every breakthrough, every storm.

New friends arise across the land,
Lending wisdom, lending hand.
Development deepens, bonds renew,
As funding helps our visions come true.

Some moments brief, some gains may fade,
But more is born from what is made.
A sign aboveβ€”Seraphim alignβ€”
Their wings outstretched across divine.

Together we rise, together we strive,
To make this world not just survive,
But thrive in hope, in light, in graceβ€”
A better future, a better place.
 311Β° 
Iskra
Someone looked into my heart
As if I spoke my mind through him
Someone touched my hand and felt
Past eternal gloves of skin
Someone looked behind my face
To see the mind that lives within
Someone looked into my heart
Someone noticed me within
 307Β° 
Mary Huxley
I miss those days when we had those funny girl talks,
Gossip about everything and anything,
Laughed and judged every creature that came our way,
Talk about how rich we wanted to be,
Our goals and dreams,
And where we wanted to be.

Then life took a turn,
A sudden turn none of us expected,
You changed how my name was saved in your phone ,
From girlfriend with heart emoji to my bare surname,
When I saw that my heart broke into pieces,
It's funny how you act as if everything is okay.

You smile at me, walk with me, laugh with me,
Pretend as if everything is OK,
But you clearly knew something is not right,
Or should I let bygones be bygones?

The memories we made are like precious gems,
Glistening in the sunlight of our minds,
Reminding me of all the joy we shared,
And all the love that we left behind.

So here's to those days and all the ones to come,
May we always find our way back to each other,
And keep the magic of our friendship alive forever.
I wrote this poem two years ago.
My friend at the time was distanced
We do talk but not like before
It's safe to say it was a one way friendship
I loved her but she loved what I offered instead of me.
It took months for me  to see that
 244Β° 
JA Perkins
I could describe
everything about you
having never met you -
recite your words
like a Silverstein poem,
sketch every
imperfection, and
feel every embrace.

So believe me
when I say you're
the one I've always
wanted and that
I loved you before
we met..
A beautiful thought
 211Β° 
Eve
oh with strings that play of spring and forgotten history
i’ve got nothing left to give to you,
forever your remained mystery
i’ll watch you go,the man of cold
my closed off mister
and the curtains will close
on all my truths untold

and i’ll Play for dimes of my moms green eyes
and listen to the cries of all my sisters
for all the times you stole my mind
send me for all the kisses

with strings that play of spring you’ll hear the ring of all my wishes
hear me sing of forgotten history
being your invisible mistress
and in a moment of play pretend
you’ll be my lustrous mister
but until then
i got nothing left to give you
but my melody’s awful glister

so i’ll play for dimes of my moms green eyes and listen to the cries of all your wishes
for all the times you stole my mind
send me for all the kisses
and maybe someday play for the eyes
of all of our dying sisters
 204Β° 
T
You can call me crazy,
You can shut the door in my face,
convince the jesters around you
not to believe a single word I say.

You can play pretend with your friends,
making jokes at my expense.
You'll laugh, while I go hide,
"It's just a joke" is your defense.

You can bury my name in the dirt, you can take away my choice.
You can try to silence me when I speak, but you cannot take my voice.

You can pretend you didn't beat me, hide it from the world
you know, the time you used your entire fist, to hit a 4'10" girl.

Remember when you knocked me down?
You hit me so hard, I saw stars.
As I fell to the ground, they circled my head round and round.

But you didn't stop there, you were feeling tough.
Lying on the forest floor, you kicked me in the gut.

I wish I could say that was the last time, sadly, that wasn't the case.
Your sinister ways always popped up,
Leaving destruction in their wake.

Running like a coward,
you never could learn from your mistakes. hurting women back-to-back to back.
Compliant friends and family,
Giving you the okay.

I know you probably think
I’m only trying to ruin your life.
But it's not as simple as that
I'm speaking up to reclaim mine!
it’s ok now
 166Β° 
Belicia Salas
i am so sick with missing you
my body aches in your absence
all of the loveliness in the world reminds me of you from kind smiles of strangers
to the sweet songs of the birds in the mornings
you’re everywhere
you’re everything
 131Β° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
When the last snowflakes
Gently descend in early spring
I think about the north country
When the dying drafts of cold air
Solemnly kiss me farewell
I think about you
How great is Dylan?
 128Β° 
Yohanes
her smile glowing like a moonlight in the sky,
soft as feather, brighter than a star.
my eyes can't process how beautiful
all i can do is admire it

i asked the moon, β€œwhy do I feel this way?
why do the stars all dim everytime i saw her?”
it sighed, β€œbecause her light outshines the night
she’s not just beauty, she’s the reason why.”

β€œi wish i were beside her,” i sighed to the moon.
β€œwhat would you do?” it asked, softening its glow.
my heart beating fast, β€œjust let her know
she’s my dream, and i want it to be true.”
 124Β° 
Julie
To allow yourself to feel
is the strongest thing
a human can do.

When we feel,
we are raw.
They say vulnerability
makes us weakβ€”

But the truth is:
being vulnerable
makes you even stronger.

Because you have nothing to hide,
nothing to run from.
Your body cooperates
with your mind.

In Sanskrit, they call it β€” sahaja β€”
that which is born with you.
Feelings are not a weakness,
they are our guide.

To feel is to be.
let yourself feel
 111Β° 
Kavitha prabhakaran
"Miss you"β€” not just a phrase
But a flood of emotions
Felt by an aching mind
That deeply misses
Your very presence…
Let alone you understand it
It is a hard fact and the very truth..!!
 102Β° 
RMatheson
I'm still
just a little
boy
wondering,
"What happened?"
 94Β° 
Abbott J Hardison
Is there any way to become a mind reader?
Maybe if I knew what you were thinking,
I could do this better,
Because I'm not the greatest now.
 88Β° 
ok okay
It is easy to forget
Flowers wilt
Blue turn grey
Sunkissed smiles fall when it rains
Moments become past
Life meets death
I lose myself in my head
Tho from death comes more life
I wonder what will come from mine
Appreciate what you have. I miss my cat.
 86Β° 
Suhei
Take my hand  I will take you to the city of stars ...

Because in this world .. they won't let us love
 83Β° 
romgur73
I'm counting days to our meeting
Waiting is hard, I want to skip it
You know already my location
Open the door and feel temptation
 83Β° 
Trinidad Apodaca
Dawn did tell me
It’s deepest secret
As the morning
Did put it to rest

And the morning
Came to seek
What it was
Dawn had said

But I was stranded
And frozen in time
As the afternoon
Left morning behind
 81Β° 
Andre
You’ve been keeping secrets from me.
Leaving when light breaks.
Carousel around in my brightest moments but gone when darkness takes.
Where do you go as if I’m not good enough for you to stay.
Maybe you’re still here, resting until it’s time to play.
You’ve been avoiding me when im accompanied by mental doom.
Maybe you’re still here embracing me when I’m in the umbras gloom.
You dance with me like you won’t leave when things get dark.
Stay away from me your presence has left its mark.
 78Β° 
Sherri Woodman
We fought until we fell apart                                                            Β­        No love left in each other's hearts                                                           Β­                                                       All these years we can't regain                                                           Β­    Any empathy that once remained                                                         Β­       
I have always wondered why I stayed                                                           Β­                                            While you continued to push me away                                                             Β­                                              Now all of the love that we once knew                                                             Β­                                               
Has become a stain of me & you
 74Β° 
JohnDuffyASY
(A lone voice whispers)



When your CorazΓ³n
Broke you in two

Like America
With the war on cotton

Did you become one of CorazΓ³n orphan's
Filled with precautions

Praying for another's heart
In the long run

As you weighed up newer options

(C) Copyright John Duffy



What does CorazΓ³n mean in English?

The heart.
Foundation of the piece.
Are the once broken more selective?
 72Β° 
Gerry Sykes
A river is not the sea
like genius is not wisdom.
My own proverb from the current times and politics.
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑒 π‘šπ‘’?,
π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘€ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ'𝑠 π‘£π‘–π‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘› 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑑 π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦.
𝑂𝑛𝑒 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘Ž π‘ π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘π‘’π‘–π‘£π‘’π‘  π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦,
π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘› 𝑠𝑒𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘ π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘¦.  

π‘Šβ„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑒 π‘šπ‘’?,
π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘€ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ'𝑙𝑙 π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘’.
𝐴 π‘“π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑒,
π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑠𝑒𝑒.  

π‘Šβ„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑒 π‘šπ‘’?,
π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘€ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ'𝑠 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘›π‘–π‘›' 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘’π‘Ž.
πΉπ‘™π‘œπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’,
π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘œπ‘–π‘Ž π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘₯𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑦.  

π‘Šβ„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑒 π‘šπ‘’?,
π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘€ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ'𝑠 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘ β„Žπ‘™π‘¦.
𝑂𝑛𝑒 π‘™π‘–π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘‘π‘¦,
π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘›π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ-𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' π‘Žπ‘”π‘œπ‘›π‘¦.  

π‘Šβ„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑒 π‘šπ‘’?,
π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘‘π‘’π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘‘π‘¦.
𝑂𝑛𝑒 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘Ž π‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦,
π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘'𝑙𝑙 β„Žπ‘’π‘” π‘šπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘šπ‘¦ π‘ π‘™π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘› π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘‘π‘¦.
 71Β° 
silvervi
All people are equal. Are people. Are equal.
A reminder for when inner contemplation, judgement or comparison begin. πŸ™
There is a whole text to explain this view. Would you be interested? Thinking of posting it.
 69Β° 
Sarita Aditya Verma
Flowers simmer
In summer, a relief
April showers
 69Β° 
Qualyxian Quest
Thai food today
My son, he does drive
Highway to Hell
Feeling 55

Grateful for small victories
Suffering, but still alive
Keep him moving ahead
Quietly to thrive

                      Amen.
The fact never bothered me
that I was just a story
said Dorothy.

The witch prowled
Toto growled
the tin man clanked
the lion was bored
and the scarecrow
was preaching the word

and it doesn't bother me
because I can be
the Wizard, the lion
or the witch
in the wardrobe.

dontya just love a touch of fantasy
where even the eyes of potatoes
can see the tractor coming.
 68Β° 
AprilSalvatore
Felt like an eternity waiting for your birthday
now death is all you wait for
the presents wrapped, was all you crave
now the roses remain still on your grave
so excited, hard to fall asleep the night before
now death is sleep you die for.
Written by April, published by April
This is my first ever time writing...
 60Β° 
Nourhevilie
Humans are foolish, pretending to know everything,
But in reality, they don’t know anything.
They easily fall for the lies of the world,
Turning a blind eye to the truth unfurled.

It’s as if they’re like blind men,
Unable to tell fake from real again.
Their foolishness makes me want to laugh,
But I can’tβ€”because I’m a fool myself by half.

And only a fool would laugh at a fool,
While a wise man ignores foolish deeds and cruel.
They don’t believe in God but act like one,
Destroying themselves and nature, undone.

And when nothing remains but dust and ash,
They blame God for their foolish past.
They call me foolish for believing in God,
But I’d rather be a fool with faith than one playing God.

When I say humans are foolish, I mean all, including meβ€”
For they ignore the truth right before their eyes to see.
Some have opened their eyes to the light,
But many remain blind to what’s clear and right.

Sometimes I wonder, deep in thoughtβ€”
Will they ever see the truth they’ve long forgot?
Or will they pretend to be blind until the end,
Never seeing the truth that could make them mend?
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