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 587° 
Marc Morais
I keep my love
in a locket of want—
a looped-back verse
with no clear track.

She is stitched in air
not flesh or fame—
a flare in the fog
too good to claim—
but I'm going to give it my all.

I read her smile
like open psalms misread—
each word devoured
each silence said—
sinking in deep.

She is a holy myth—
a touch I missed
a ghost in gloss
a good girl I can’t resist.

I bow to things
that never came
but not her—
I’ll light her shrine
I’ll sign my name.

She doesn’t knock
she doesn’t call.
She’s always in me
making me kneel fast—
I want her all.

This white crow I call
rapture in cathedral dresses—
just her—
and my devout heartbeat.
 415° 
Maryann I
The sun barely rises,
casting a soft glow across the table,
the air thick with the scent of syrup,
a warm, comforting embrace.
On my plate, the pancakes—
fluffy, golden stacks,
like little clouds kissed by the earth,
drizzled with dark, rich chocolate,
a bittersweet sweetness
clinging to the edges like memories.
Whipped cream swirls like soft cotton,
cascading in graceful heaps,
while strawberries, red as a fleeting sunset,
sit nestled atop like the last bloom
before winter’s breath.

A sip of hot chocolate,
dark and creamy,
curling steam rising like the breath of life,
whipped cream crowned with syrup,
a spoonful of warmth
that holds the promise of comfort,
a taste of home in every drop.

Each bite is a surrender,
the world softening,
blurring, fading with every chew.
The sweetness, the richness,
mingling with the faintest hint of finality—
my last meal, my last taste
of earth’s tender gifts.

As I eat, I watch the room,
the last sunrise casting long shadows,
its golden light touching things
that once held so much meaning—
a chair, a book, a photograph.
And I wonder if this moment,
this simple breakfast,
will be the last I ever know,
and if it’s enough
to carry me through
the final breath.

 386° 
Rin
The sun has risen,
can you hear?
the songs of the morning birds.

Life begins to wake,
the gentle breeze,
blows softly against the trees.
A lovely view awaits.

The orange sky,
the feeling of life!
a beautiful sunrise it is.
:D
 372° 
Nina
In
Telling you I miss you
won’t make me miss you less
but my god how much I just
want to tell you
that I miss you
when I breathe in
when I breathe out
 343° 
Kaiden
Sometimes i wonder:
Do bullies hurt too?
I hurt a person,
And immediately knew
That it feels worse than to be hurt,
Yet they do it anyway
With all of those mean words
They have to say.
One selfish act,
A comment or two,
But they never felt worse
Than hurting you.
I accidentally hurt my best friend yesterday. He had a really bad day, i didn't know about it, i and this one person made a comment about him in our discord server, not really knowing that it would hurt him. I apologized but he didn't respond yet. (also, if you can read this somehow, i'm really ******* sorry)
 343° 
Malcolm
I don’t cry anymore
the salt ran dry.
I don’t look up
the sky stopped looking back.
I don’t believe
in believing.

Where are you now,
God of broken pages?
That book
full of thunder,
full of fire,
full of once.

Where are the miracles
when we need them
more than ever?
Silence
—louder than prayer.

You’ve
forsaken me
in my heart,
forsaken me
in my mind,
forsaken me
in my...

Why?
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
April 2025
Forsaken me
 276° 
JP
What ultimate poem
does.....
it will create a pain
of......more like hearing
"a death of a beautiful woman"
 246° 
Hugo Pierce
I don't love you
But I love you so much
I am trying
 196° 
Lyle
some people's footsteps are loud
they want everyone to know that they have entered
or perhaps they have no reason to hide
They strike the ground first with their heel
you can always hear them approach

but mine?
my footsteps are silent
I glide across without a sound
no one needs to know that I am here
I have reason to hide
I tread first with the pads of my feet
you will never hear me approach
 191° 
Trevor Dowe
No eyes to see the lies
Or ears to hear the truth

No mouth to speak
Or hands to make

No heart to beat its rhythm
Or feet to follow in time

No love to weep
Or soul to reap
An experiment with diptychs
 158° 
Poet
/_\
I used to draw on my arm all the time
Nothing big or elaborate
Just a triangle
One triangle
Then I wouldn’t hear the end of it
Everyone complaining
Ink poisoning
Future punk
What’s next, a motorcycle?
So I stopped
I stopped drawing that little triangle on my wrist
Right above my pulse point
But with it
I
Stopped
L I v I n g.
A triangle was supposed to be the strongest shape
It was supposed to make me strong
But I wasn’t even strong enough
To let it stay
Just a small note I didn’t think would be obvious if I didn’t say anything the “I v I” in “l I v I n g“ is supposed to make it look like the ‘v’ is trapped by the two ‘I’s
 153° 
Elo
tawny leaf-littered
autumn's cold chill
amber sun, filtered
one tree, one hill

smoky-water rains
water scented earth
heart-loss pains
worms unearth'd

bristled seeds drift
sunset winds, rest
fluff and dust admidst
a heaving chest

sun-warmth falter
cloud coats gold
body upon an altar
everything turns cold
 147° 
Friends for Dinner
I've never been great at video games
And yet, I enjoy their structured frames
As seasons do shift, so do tactics change
While golden-most roads are, too, rearranged

~

With each Season's pass, so do our moves alter
Both on the screen and in worlds writ larger
What once served well, in time, will falter
Thus change, itself, is the only path offered

~

Regardless of want, the world does not wait
The pendulum swings, between love and hate
And it currently seems that the latter's at gate
So, please, think ahead of your future win-state
It'd be a waste to next wake in an earth inlaid crate
 136° 
Barbara R Maxwell
Kindness

Be a little kinder today
Offer more patience
Give a little more
Love a little deeper
Smile a little bigger
Hug once more
Appreciate what you have
Let those feelings lift the world out of darkness
Keep the faith
Kindness has power
Believe
 131° 
Maryann I
I’m tired of loving like a dog—
all wide-eyed loyalty, waiting,
tail wagging for a love that lingers
just out of reach.

Tired of chasing footsteps
that never turn back,
of curling at your feet
only to be kicked away.

I fetch your affection,
drop it at your feet,
but you throw it further
each time.

I was born with teeth,
with a growl in my throat,
yet I soften myself
to fit in your hands.

No more.

Let me love like the wind—
wild, unchained,
touching only those
who welcome the storm.
 126° 
Skyler M
You love him as I love you,
You hurt as I was hurt too,
You move on as I lay inert,
Apologies if I seem curt.

Really, what else could I want?
Gave us everything we wanted,
Still I remain just as haunted,
Feels like a self-inflicted taunt.

You love him as I love you,
You hurt as I was hurt too,
You move on as I lay inert,
Apologies if I seem curt.

Even so- with a white whale,
I hate to leave it incomplete,
Face meet the street, eat concrete,
It’s only right I don’t bite- just exhale.

Searched the turquoise in between,
Wispy cirrus clouds of tender gold,
Filter light through a sentient fold,
It’s all sublime, simply serene.

You love him as I love you,
You hurt as I was hurt too,
You move on as I lay inert,
Apologies if I seem curt.
 126° 
Razz
If
If I jump will I take flight
If I fall will I be rain
If I ***** will I wake up
If I don't know then who's to say
 125° 
Rich Hues
A little lipstick
On the lips,
A little blusher
On the nose,
When my mother
Goes out shopping
I like to
Wear her clothes.
 121° 
Marc Morais
A stone
cannot be broken
but bent inside—
its fault lines
only strain
in harsh weather.

It does not
try to lift
or roll away—
just taught
to keep
its hurt
under hard gray
quiet.

It will stay
where it fell—
move only
if you kick it
or push it
away—
feeling nothing
but your hurt.

What bleeds
in you
only makes me
a stronger
boulder—
don’t hurt
just be calm
and come lean
against me.
 120° 
kris
When there is nothing left to say
And you don't know what to pray--
God knows what's in your heart,
The Spirit did he impart.
When the words don't come, the Spirit reads your heart.
It was all loud the entire week
Kept myself busy through the riot
Kept in touch with all my friends
But we didn't really speak
Didn't spend a minute by myself
And didn't want to think
Then I finaly sat down with me
Lit a cigarette didn't see didn't hear
And I was impressed by it
Even the frogs went quiet
 99° 
Asuka
The flower needs rest,
so winter tucks it beneath the earth,
letting it sleep until spring.

The sun needs rest,
so the clouds and rain embrace it,
shielding its warmth for another day.
Take care, breathe easy, and give yourself the rest you deserve. Rest well, recharge, and remember, like the moon, even brilliance needs the night to shine again.

— A gentle reminder that even nature pauses to gather strength.
 97° 
David P Carroll
A little turtle as
Cute as can be and he
Winked at me and he
Sailed away on a lilly
Pond of bright blue and
With a flip of his tail
He sailed away under the
Sky so blue and he
Slipped neath a leaf unseen
As the lilies danced gently
In the perfect view.
Little Turtle 🐢
 96° 
Raghav Goswami
Last night-
wailing. Sobbing so deep,

It was dry, after a while.
 95° 
Will
I am slipped in the demon end
of god's wiry hair,


pulled and plucked at;
made a nuisance of,
made a thorn in the
crystal eye of this



new Allmighty
There's a guy
I don't have a crush
But care about him a lot
Look up to him a lot

But I know
That I'll always care about him more
Than he'll ever
Care about me
 93° 
Akriti
All that is beautiful is not treasure.
All that is broken is not trash .
Ask any broken heart
It will tell
It is beauty that breaks hearts.
 93° 
Kayla Eve
Boundless in my heart,
limitless in my desire.

Reach to me,
I’ll hold you.

I’ll walk through fire,
rock the boat,
make waves,
break chains,
cross lanes,
go insane.

Forever is scant,
I want more.
Copyright Kayla van Zyl, April 2025 ©️
 93° 
Melanie Munoz
The wet grass and thick trees forgotten completely.
These old trains,
Their rust beds,
This rotten graffiti.
I heat up.
I cool down.
You'll never complete me.

-Melanie Munoz
Stale smoke and spray paint will last you a long way.
 92° 
Lost Indeed
I touched you, and you moved away—
That hurt more than I'm comfortable to say.
You smiled when I asked for a kiss,
But you turned your back, and the moment missed.

I'm in so much need of a hug today,
But you're tired, and I'm ashamed to ask.
To expose my heart at the brink of decay—
I really need your warmth... it's cold out here, and the wind blows fast.
 91° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
I'll be dying soon.
Follow me in love.
You are made of love,
Follow me. We all are
made of love. Be one
with God. Become one
with God--no form, no
beginning, no end. God
is love, follow me in love.
Only enlightenment you'll know.
I'll be dying soon. We all will be
dying soon. Become one with
God. Become love infinitely.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Tell you what about religion
Its just a scapegoat
We cant accept the fact that we are not Angels
We have to shift the blame to some other entity
We cant accept the fact that we dont have discipline
We have to look to the man above for guidance
That we have to look towards the after life
What about this current
We have to believe in redemption as opposed to being our own saviours
Religion and Heaven dont exist, tell yourself that
Even hell
Then what is life after death, nothing
Its all going down here
And if we need wealth to enter the afterlife, what then
Whatever we believe is in the afterlife is already here and now , is what im saying
it is a headstone

in the graveyard

out back.

i think it is a wreath.



the circle turns.
 86° 
Salmabanu Hatim
My colleagues and family expect me to act young,
My mind is okay with it
But my body refuses,
It says,"Act your age."
3/4/2025
 86° 
alison
I
wish to
make you proud,
but its never going to
be completed because I'll never-
ill never ever be enough, will I?
well... answer the question.
 85° 
Karen
In stillness hush
A Dreamers realm
Vivid the stars
Guiding lights
In sweet serene
Two spirits will meet
 83° 
Antonia
the most selfless act of all?


letting go.


fear holds tight, it clings
love lets go
to love is not to need, to love is not to own, to possess, to demand, to expect
to love is letting go of all of that, of all of you and your expectations

when will we learn to love without demanding love in return?
 80° 
Asuka
I kiss the air between us, a breeze that lingers,
tracing soft patterns on your skin.
A tiny scar catches my eye—
a story I wish I'd been part of,
and suddenly, I want to protect every piece of you.

I study you like poetry written in touch,
my lips trailing every verse.
I am yours, entirely, undeniably—
and, darling, you have exquisite taste.
My God,
My Lord,
My All,
Friends,
Knowledge,
Relations,
Wealth
Everything,
God All,
My All,
Lord All.
SPS
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