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 Mar 2017 -
Jodie LindaMae
How old were you
When you realized
That your friends
Were slowly disappearing?
Waxing,
Tracing the moon across their fingertips
As they dissolved into stardust?

I am twenty one years old
And I am the loneliest
I have ever been.
 Mar 2017 -
Sjr1000
The Poet
 Mar 2017 -
Sjr1000
he won't shut up
when he's around
he wants to write everything
keeps on formulating phrases
hallucinating
couches into flying carpets
swearing that he's seen
the ground from the sky

The Poet
we never know what he's doing -
turning black sheep
into heaven
he's stuck on the inside
looking out

The Poet
he won't shut up
but when I really need him
he's no where to be found

when he wants what
he wants
in these poems of his
I know I'll wind up
embarrassed humiliated and forlorn

The Poet
when he's around
he won't shut up
he keeps going on and on

And when he's gone
Silence.
 Mar 2017 -
Debanjana Saha
I met myself last night after a long time
I buried my face in my blanket
as tears fell off crushing my heart.
I didn't know what to tell
or just be there for myself.

I kept quiet in tender stillness at night
I went across my heart & mind
and asked them how they are?
I know you all are exhausted
but still be with me.
I know its hard, but still
don't leave me apart.

I had a long conversation with each territory within me
longing through all the episodes of my life with me.
I know you all never make a fuss over my each day's agony.
I know its been 12 years long
to keep me alive
and trust me I am trying hard to keep you all up too.

I know you all need to repose
and make your way towards a little more pleasures in life.
Trust me I will yield all of that for you all
As I have only you all within me
so I will caress you all
caving in with love with all of me
mended in smiling pieces of you all with me.
I was with me last night for hours long and things have settled
 Mar 2017 -
Aeerdna
There's a storm inside me
it starts every time I hear your laughter in the night,
when I think about the way we changed
from human beings
to some people who can only share
some words written on a cold page;

it's hard to explain how is it that I miss you
when I've never really had you in the first place
and you wouldn't understand
you see
your heart has long forgotten about feelings like these.

still

I hear your voice calling my name
I see you before my eyes
even in my dreams I write you in bleeding lines
and in my waking hours
your smile brings raindrops in my coffee
and tears on the shirt I wear
because once you said that you liked it;


spring brings tulips at my doorstep
but it's hard to feel their perfume
to let their scent in my broken lungs;

people tell me that all I have to do
is breathe



but it's hard to breathe without crying.
 Mar 2017 -
Tyler Lockwood
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 Mar 2017 -
Tyler Lockwood
If you have to switch between
Loving her and loving yourself
If you cannot do both at once
If she isn't obsessed with the way
You trace you own skin
With the gentlest of hands
Just as she adores the touch
Of your fingers on her cheek
Is it really the kind of love
You want to feel?
idk anymore
 Mar 2017 -
ES
My ----
 Mar 2017 -
ES
My Dear
I know our story has just began
My Eve
I would sin for you my love
My flame
I will not let the lights burn out
My Angel
I thank the mighty heavens above
My Darling
I hope I keep your smiles so dear
My Juliet
It's me and you and nothing else
My First
For everything that I had, have, will
My Last
Forevermore not til death do us part
 Mar 2017 -
ES
Bright Light
 Mar 2017 -
ES
Laid down, lights on
It was bright, the light
Reminds me of you
As radiant as the sun light
As beautiful as the moon light
And yet it hurts
My eyes, now teary, searing with pain
I turned off the lights
And yet I still see you
Your brilliance your sillhoutte still etched in my mind
Waiting for the pain to die down
Slowly
 Mar 2017 -
LucidLucy
Flip-ino
 Mar 2017 -
LucidLucy
May mali sa nangyayare sa buhay ko.

Bakit nagiisa lang ako?
Tama ba tong ginagawa ko?

Ginagawa kong dahilan yung pagkawala mo.

Ganito ba dapat ang maramdaman ko?
Para akong matutuluyan sa kahibangan ko.
Isang pitik pa, isang kanta, isang malupit na alala.
Kung matitimbang lang ang luha, siguro aabot na yung akin sa tonelada.
Nakakatawa. Wala atang makakatapat sa narating nating dalawa.


Hindi ko gusto tong estado na to.


Ayokong kalimutan lahat ng masayang alaala.


Sa lahat ng pagkakataon na namuhay ako magisa.
Para sa lahat ng sama ng loob na sumabog at di ko natantya.
Sa lahat ng gawain mo na anlakas magpaasa.
Yung ngiti **** tagilid pero nadadale pa din ako.
Yung balbas mo na ambilis tumubo.
Sa dalawang pusa na palagi **** alaga.
Nung mga oras na kailangan ko ng kasama tapos di ka nawala.
Sa katangahan at kababawan ko na naniniwala na nandyan ka pa.
Para sa lahat ng sakit na kailangan ko daanan mag isa.
Lahat ng dating tropa na di na nakakakilala.
Nakataas ang kamao ko pero nakaangat yung daliri sa gitna.


Minsan ang sarap mawalan ng pakialam, ng pakiramdam.
Yung mamuhay na parang dumaan ka lang.
Ang sakit magmahal tapos sasaktan ka lang.
Ang sakit magmahal tapos iiwan ka lang.

Di ako galit sayo.
Di kita papa salvage sa kanto.
Di ko ipagkakalat kung san kiliti mo.
Gusto ko lang mabawasan yung sakit na nararamdaman ko.
Kasi isang taon na, ikaw pa rin laman ng poetry page ko.

Sana isang beses makita ko na lang na masaya na tayo pareho.
Yung tipong pag naalala kita, nakangiti ako nagkekwento.
Ang hirap nga pala talagang kalimutan.
Yung minsan may taong kumilala sayo bukod sa sarili **** magulang.

Ang hirap umasa na may dadating pang iba.
Ang sakit na kasi nung minsang binigay mo yung puso mo sa kanya pero iniwan ka din nya.
Kanya kanyang dahilan, kanya kanyang pinaglalaban.
Kung di din naman tayo magkasama sa huli bakit kailangan pa natin pagusapan.
Nalulungkot ako, di ko itatanggi.
Pakiiwasan mo na lang mag post na masaya ka palagi.
Matagal pa siguro to maghihilom.
Nakakaawa yung susunod kasi naka kandado na yung puso kong mamon.
Yun ay kung meron pang susunod.
Waiting for the healing.
 Mar 2017 -
woolgather
Lost Will
 Mar 2017 -
woolgather
I lost the pen that writes,
The thoughts I can't speak upon;
The punctuations that told me when
To go or continue or stop
tHe SaNiTy Of ThE wOrdS i CoNjUrE
aND mAYBE aLSO tHE sENSE i oUGHT tO tELL yOU
***** LaUnDrY
mESSED uP fEELINGS
sWiMmInG bIrDs
fLyInG fIsHeS
uNSPOKEN nOISE
mIcRoWaVe
*MaYbE i JuSt LoSt mY wILL tO uNDERSTAND
In thoughts blurred by confusion

One may find abstract sense
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