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 Aug 2016
Rae Anne
My soul is awashed
Not by the light of the moon
*But by the darkness
 Aug 2016
Jazmine Moore
I toss and turn due to dreams crowded with the memory of everything we experienced.
& I am ripping my heart apart in an attempt to flee from all that you are to me.
But, I'll admit it is thrilling that I can never seem to grasp the rhythm of what falling for you feels like.
& somehow, you are silently requesting me to discover new parts of who I thought I was, as you stand above me beautifully conquering.
-you are my poetry.
 Aug 2016
Jazzelle Monae
To love is so much more
Than this idea of perfect contentness
Love is vulnerability
It is giving someone the key
To your precious dark world
It is making room
In the empty part
Of a special heart
That opens only on occasion
Love is letting go of the strings
To your favorite marionette.
No longer the puppet master
Of your emotions
With the warmth and joy
Comes the wretched feeling of it being gone
And yet, we dip ourselves into the deep
Abyss of it anyways.
2016 © Jazzelle Monae
 Jul 2016
Hadrian Veska
If the universe is all about
Survival of the fittest

Then why is it etched
On our hearts to feel good
When we help others
But to feel guilty
When we only help ourselves?
 Jul 2016
B Irwin
I am trying to be a poet
but I felt like your poem.
Am I an artist or
am I the remnants of your paint
splattered on my favorite jeans?
Or the beautiful words you gave me
including "I'm sorry"?
I am trying to be a poet
but the words get spit back in the bottle
and stick with strangers who I have told too much to.
Am I a writer
Or am I just gagging on the words you threw at me
when you smashed the plates
and slammed the door?
I am trying to be a poet.
But I am tired.
Isn't
That
Poetry?
 Jul 2016
SøułSurvivør
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a
single
star
as
seen
through
my
window

­who
knew
stars
could
be
held
in
a

*box?
☆☆♡♡♡ HELLO POETRY ♡♡♡☆☆

Thank you all so much for your support of my work! This was such a pleasant surprise!
I wish I could thank each and every one of you who is commenting and responding to this piece. Unfortunately things are happening at my home which are beyond my control. My dad wasn't feeling well. He's better now but he still has a lump in his right cheek. He had had cancer at the base of his tongue and this is in the same area. Thank you for your prayers and well wishes! They are greatly appreciated!

I'm just putting everything in God's hands.
 Jul 2016
DaSH the Hopeful
I get lost in your kiss
                   Yet feel at home on your **lips
 Jul 2016
wordvango
just a leaf left
on the pillow next to me
now, a whisper of smoke
vapor tracing your path

out the door
going back to the
limb I stole you from,
the place you must return

I rake my bed for more,
try to make
a place
for you to fall

again, next time.
 Jul 2016
J Robert Fallon III
Help is on the way, squeeze your lids and dream away.

Wish away the hours past, as realities minutes pass through the hourglass.

The sunlight fades in your mind, and inevitable gloom takes control.

Why is life treating me so, I can’t take this many blows.

Somebody take my hand and guide I, the blind.

It’s the only thing that can tame the feelings inside.
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