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 May 2018
i
at age five,
her bath is full of bubbles
and happiness.
yellow ducks floating
on the surface,
make her young soul
happy.

at age ten,
her bath is not
full of bubbles.
she does not take baths
anymore.
she showers now,
because it's faster,
and forgettable,
just like life should be.

at age fifteen,
her bath is not full of bubbles,
again.
but now, she sits in the tub,
only dull water surrounding
her body.
on the surface there
are no more yellow ducks,
they are now replaced by flowers,
which are ripped out from the hard ground along with the root,
*just like she was ripped
out from her silly dream,
along with her insane mind.
and she lived her miserable life,
just like this,
just how she did now.
 Mar 2018
A Thomas Hawkins
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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 Mar 2018
Aeerdna
I have never thought about getting here
27 years old and 10 pounds lighter than 8 weeks ago
It's all in numbers, you see
Like
How many cigarettes I have smoked today
How many drinks I've had
How many times I've lost you

It's all in numbers
And as I count the eyelashes shadowing my eyes
I still remember
That
It's been 1000 years
Since my heart has been
Broken down.

The way it has been
In these 24 hours
Since you decided to say goodbye
For the last time.





H
 Feb 2018
Rani
They asked me if
I'd ever done drugs.
And I told them about
Your eyes.
You were my drug of choice.

- Rani Olivia
 Feb 2018
e J
Entwined bodies
Ushered speed
Parted lips
Hasty thrusts
Open legs
Red face
Intimate sounds
Agonizing Release
Sorry for the adult content. This has been in my folder for a minute and I decided to post it. Not meant to offend or disturb any users. If it's concerning to others I will remove it
 Feb 2018
joel jokonia
You little wise words jotted on scrambled paper
A moment's thought
Captured with sentences
Phrases perfected in rhyme n rythm
Telling emotions and pains

The ball runs on the field
Leaving prints of emotions to yield
Love, hate, anger, happieness on print they are sealed
Layer by layer feelings are reviled
Like onion each layer is pealed
In the strength of the ball stories are told.
In the resistance of the field feeling are shared
On the paper emotions are inked

This ink
Yes this ink keeps spewing what's in my heart and mind
This ink keeps bringing the past from behind
In narrow lines of sentences
The universe judges what the sentence is
Rhythm and pain
Rhyme and reason
What began as a grain
Has grown in its season

I give honor to this journal for it knows all my pains more than anyone else
I jot down every single event that took place when life kicked me down
All thanks to the ink and paper I picked myself up and dusted it off
It's now that I can say
This ink and paper is my bestfriend
For it has been with me through thick and thin
Written by three different poets. Ink 2 Paper poets
 Nov 2017
sherindream
he's just trying to fit in
that's not a sin
but i can see the blanks
inside his eyes
he smiles and nods
and he'll agree
with all he sees
but i can see some truth
beneath his lies

i see myself
stare back at me
his eyes i've seen
in a mirror
not too long ago
another death
when will i see
that i don't need
to keep on counting them
as i go

another breakthrough lets me see where i've been tripping
another peak at what i seek helps clear the road
another death, yes i confess -
i've been fear driven
another day, another dance
awake again - here i go

and then again
one's sent to me
to help me see
the lies that i have hid
behind my truth

how i too blinded
try to be
one who's received
and not rejected
falling back into my youth

i see the arrogance that comes with light
that dim's my fight
when will i see
there is no need
ignorance has been my bliss
ego my fist
that doesn't let up
till i start to bleed

another time when i was blind
i can't remember
another spell i myself cast
i have let go
another curse has been reversed
one less contraction
another log pulled out
so that the river
can keep flow

another breakthrough lets me see where i've been tripping
another peak at what i seek helps clear the road
another death, yes i confess -
i've been fear driven
another day, another dance
awake again - here i go
sherindream lyrics
 Oct 2017
A
Happy or sad?
Simultaneous Feeling within me.
Good or bad?
The skies are falling but I've been set free.
Full or empty?
In the brink of having my palms touch yours.
Beautiful or unsightly?
Giving in but ended up craving for more.
Condor or hypocrisy?
I said to myself I won't think of you again.
Innocent or guilty?
As I think of you while holding my pen.
Too early or too late?
 Oct 2017
joel jokonia
NETSAI
plainly described by her name
chi tai tai
a light in thick darkness

NETSAI
if i love you would you change
pamwe nhai
maybe you not tasted love yet
i fear your desires
fearless desires
will and shall get you hurt
scared for an eternity, let
me love you

NETSAI
i know all your shananigans
but i still bother myself with you
i do, its a plainly true
that love is blind

but even now a century has died
i still wait
after your shine has been ******, out
i wait
netsai
can you not see
     'ndokunetsa nokuti ndokuda'
Netsai a shona name for girls mostly
Netsa(means) - bother
Netsai - bothering
'ndokunetsa nokuti ndokuda' means -i bother you because i love you
pamwe nhai- maybe
chi tai tai - fire fly
"firefly
a light in thick darkness"
 Oct 2017
Lunar
why do you act like hamlet,
all depressed and grieved,
for your own heart shuts me out,
and it's you who's deceived?

when did you think like othello,
murderous and violent,
irrational with decisions,
making me suffer with guilty silence?

how did you turn into macbeth,
from the silky words that grace your lips,
to the venomous fangs you bit back at me,
stinging like burning, sharp whips?

because i thought you were romeo,
with your adventurous soul and romantic antics.
now you've faded away,
with all your heroic tactics.

wherefore art thou, romeo?

don't call me juliet,
if i'm just another rosaline.
shakespeare's tragedies forever
 Oct 2017
joel jokonia
i dedicated her a song
and i saw her eyes reflect joy
she smiled

i thought to myself
she deserves the whole playlist
cause one love song
does not describe the song her lips play in me
i love her
 Oct 2017
Kerri
I'll Stand
on my tiptoes  
Atop
Of a mountain
To steal the moon
And
Make the world go dark
To light up your eyes

I'll clutch the
cold, soft
earth
In my fist
And sprinkle it
Beneath
Your bare feet
For you
To walk on

I'll pluck the wind
And lock it up
In a mason jar
And pour you
A glass
For the moments
That take your breath away

And if any of these shall ever
Run out,
I will LOVE you back to life
With
Kisses
dreams
And truth.
 Oct 2017
everly
All these poems remind me too much of us

and what it what was like to love you

the only word that crosses my mind


futility.
to all those relationships that are pretty much one-sided even if we didn’t want to admit it to ourselves.
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