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 Sep 2018 Larianne
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Sep 2018 Larianne
ArielMarriel
***** words aren’t always hidden
in symbols, are they?

Some poets use words to wound,
and they know my weakness.

The subtle weapon of language.
The tool of a master.

Artfully chosen,
then Drawn like a dagger.

Slaying my attempts
at peace of mind.

Because they know I always
read between the lines.
F#@k it.
 Sep 2018 Larianne
Ami
Poetry and writing are more than just putting words to paper.

They flow from my heart.

My soul.

From deep within.

For me it's not just a passion, but my entire existence.

The greats that came before me, oh how they have been etched into every fiber of my being.

Their words, their works, & the movement they started for us all, it's the very reason I strive to express myself.

Words have become my master and I a willing slave to them.

They mold me.

They break me.

Yet they make me whole all at the same time.

I will never be able to convey how much words mean to me.

I hope to be able to move others with my work, just as my work has moved me.
I'm feeling rather passionate tonight about writing. It has always meant so much to me and I will never be able to express just how much. It will always be a part of me and I hope that I will always be able to convey the passion I have in every stroke of a pen or every tap from my computer keyboard.

Words are meant to be beautiful and are meant to move. Never to hurt, destroy, nor tear anyone down.

Maybe I'm a dreamer, but is being a dreamer really all that bad?
 Sep 2018 Larianne
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 Sep 2018 Larianne
دema flutter
I'm sincerely sorry
that you felt how much
I don't want to be here,
it wasn't my intention
to open your eyes to the truth,
because truth is just a perspective after all
and to you all my perspectives are wrong.
 Aug 2018 Larianne
CK Baker
Disgusted, and saddened
Vicki’s poetry (and kindness) is an absolute inspiration
She was one of the first (along with Mary, Pradip and WK) to take the time to read and comment on my mediocre work...a jolt every aspiring poet needs
If you are listening Vicki...God bless you
 Aug 2018 Larianne
Sam Hammond
To you, the one I write about.
To you, my old obsession.
To you, whose love I have no doubt
Without would bring depression.
To you, my cosmic concubine,
My supernova rose.
To you, who self-proclaimed they’re mine
Despite that no one knows.
To you, I hold the sweetest thoughts
And toast the sweetest pain.
To you, the girl who, everyday,
I fall for once again.
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