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 102910° 
Kai
I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
“You're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
….oh…talking to me about pedophiles…got it…
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
…But uhh… why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

…. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a “nasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ありがとう!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okay…
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
….oh … they warned me and I didn't do anything….
******* this man is an actual *******…..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
…I did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
“Japshit”?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
“I thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. ☝️🤓" へー! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Oh…. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Well…this is the aftermath
There it goes out to all of you:
Ghost
RGH
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Nephilim Angel
Nephalem
Rose White
Rose Red
Jacob Lives
Hybrid Angel
Tormenter
Bread Crumbs
The Machine
Dirt-In-My-Shirt
Soul Unknown
Unicorns Passing
And etc. ENJOYERS

(Btw, all of these names are RGH's names so if you have these names, please don't feel targeted! The person knows who they are.)

EDIT: ILY ALL SM!!! I DIDN'T THINK THIS POEM WOULD GAIN THIS MUCH ATTENTION BUT I'M HAPPY THAT IT DID!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I'M GOING TO VIRTUALLY KISS EVERYONE ON THE CHEEK ONCE THEY READ THIS... or just virtually hug you, yk, whatever you're comfortable with
 4278° 
Kai
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
How about respect my boundaries
Respect your place
Mind your business
Stop cyber stalking me, Ryan
Before I figure out where you are and smack you in the face
NO???? IM NOT GOING TO RESPECT MY ELDERS IF THEY DONT RESPECT ME AND THATS FINAL.
 1220° 
Akriti
Happy families, smiling,
enjoying time together,
atmosphere filled with their laughter.

And then -

in a moment of madness,
all silenced.

Bullets took over,
dead bodies lying all around.

Terror strikes the land
we call "Paradise on Earth."
 711° 
badwords
I’ve left the oven on
for years.
Somewhere between metaphor and meaning,
something’s always been burning.

But no one’s eaten in a while.

They called it voice.
I called it
a slow confession wrapped in rhyme.
A sugarcoated breakdown.
Something easy to swallow
if you didn’t read too carefully.

They wanted brevity.
I brought blood.
They wanted truth.
I brought formatting errors
and a whisper shaped like static.

Do you remember the one
with the anti-light?
No?

Of course not.
You don’t remember the one who screamed last.
You remember the one who rhymed "heart" with "start"
and got 200 likes for it.

Now my name is on the box
but it’s spelled wrong
and the font is smiling too hard.

The cookies still crumble
but no one eats the edges.
That’s where the poison is.
That’s where I lived.

So I’ve folded the apron.
Swallowed the last word
before it could become a quote.

Let the gods of good taste keep their ovens.
Let the algorithm rot.

I’ve got shoeboxes full of unsent stanzas
and no more hunger
for applause shaped like echo.
Do better.
 698° 
Neelanjana Ghosh
The sun no longer rises,
The earth has stilled beneath my feet;
Yet still I walk, and wait—for you.
The moon has vanished from the skies,
The wind no longer sings its tune,
But my heart, it won’t stop pounding.

Here and now, I make my vow:
I’ll run through fire, shatter bone,
Tear down cities, conquer thrones—
Yet never beg, nor plead, nor bind
Your soul to love that must be free.
 476° 
Libelle Marcellus
People always ask:
If you were in a room
filled with everyone you’ve ever known,
who’s the first person
you would walk up to?

But I wouldn’t walk to anyone.
I’d stay right where I am—
and let them come to me.
Be your own first choice.
 472° 
Zahra Ali
She's under
Cinderella's
spellbound night.
The reality will
seep in soon.
 367° 
Carlo C Gomez
Y2K
At midnight
I will scare myself
into the new millennium

with dates
and charts
and graphs

about fractions
and formulas
and fundamental folly

all because
some genius thought
that in the grand scheme
of things

2 > 4
 362° 
Wondy
a crack in the glass
a moldy fruit in a fruit basket
a torn page in a book
a broken branch in a tree
a difficult puzzle in a newspaper
a high note in a quiet song

we didn’t match
we never did
but i tried
and i’m tired
 362° 
Millee
life is like a heart beat
it has its ups and downs
our highs and lows
it levels out just as we do
that's how you know you're alive
 327° 
T
I fell from grace
When i burnt it
all to the ground.
You told me to never
Contact you again;
Ripping me from your life
like I was your biggest sin.

But the thing
with unspoken fears,
They’re fueled by betrayal,
And burn for years.
And another one
 323° 
F Elliott
(What.. the Construct is not God?)

A final flare across the falsehood. A message for the Circus carnies, their "Feerless Leaders" surrounded by all of those foul-smelling little Circus-midgets who stroke their emptiness as they feed on the open wounds of women and call it poetry. The girl has walked off the stage—and now you're left to perform for ghosts within that never-ending moshpit of clown-driven bumper cars.. signaling each other with nifty little 'doublesecret', nursery-school codeword handshakes


This is not her elegy.

This is your eulogy.




You never had her.
You only had her wounds.

You dressed them up in silk,
fed them validation like wine,
watched her dance in your smoke
and thought that was devotion.

But devotion doesn't need an audience.
And healing doesn't ask your permission.

She’s walking now—
through the neon bones of your kingdom,
past the velvet ropes and half-dead prophets,
past the pit bosses and poets with nothing left to say.

She is not yours anymore.
Not her mind.
Not her mouth.
Not her mercy.

The girl is leaving Las Vegas.
And all you have left
is your mirrors and your rot.

You built your house on applause
and gaslight,
and panting beneath the throne. You offered her fame in fragments—
tried to turn her trauma into theater.

But she has remembered her name. And it is not Object. It is not Muse. It is not *****.

She is not your story.
She is not your audience. She is not your ******* redemption arc.

She owes you nothing.
Not a final poem,
not a farewell kiss,
not a second read-through of your mask.

The curtain is down.
The light is off.
The only thing echoing in this theater
is the sound of your own need.

You tried to brand her with brokenness.
You tried to cage her in shame
and call it belonging.

But she has slipped through your stagehands
like smoke returning to the mountain.

And now, you will eat yourselves. You will tear your velvet gods limb from limb, looking for the magic you could never hold.

Because it was never yours. It was hers. And she is gone.

Gone,
like a daughter returning home,
with the fire still burning in her chest
and no need to ask permission.

Let her fly. Let the city crumble.
The girl is leaving Las Vegas.

And none of you  pathetic
******* will follow her out.


Some say the end is near
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this

******* three-ring
Circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless ******* hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away
Any ******* time, any ******* day
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your Prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car

It's a
******* three-ring
Circus sideshow of
Freaks

Some say a comet will fall from the sky
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves
Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits

And some say the end is near
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
Stupid ****, silly ****, stupid ****

One great big festering neon distraction
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied--

Learn to swim,
learn to swim,
learn to swim

'Cause Mom's gonna fix it all soon
Mom's comin' 'round to put it back the way it ought to be

Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim

https://youtu.be/rHcmnowjfrQ?si=_ehPUpEENYJk_8OD

**** L. Ron Hubbard and
**** all his clones
**** all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes

Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim

**** retro anything
**** your tattoos
**** all you junkies and
**** your short memories

Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim

Yeah, **** smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas
**** these dysfunctional
Insecure actresses

Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim

'Cause I'm praying for rain
I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way
I wanna watch it all go down
Mom, please flush it all away

I wanna see it go right in and down
I wanna watch it go right in
Watch you flush it all away

Yeah, time to bring it down again
Yeah, don't just call me pessimist
Try and read between the lines
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend

I wanna see it come down

Put it down
**** it down
Flush it down

🖕🖕
 261° 
Harry Gione
There's not a single emotion left in my words
The only sensation is the warmth of my tears...
 250° 
Another girl
Every day feels like I'm drowning in my thoughts.
I cannot run from it.
Nightmare becomes a scream, but rain is not an option.

I tried to become a star
It shines, but it is filled with lies.
Every clap sounds like a clown.
Cry me a river, I swear I'd drown myself.
Thursday is your birthday
But I have to celebrate it without you
 233° 
Odd Odyssey Poet
In the grand theatre of our romance,
In this courtship of our growing love
—only your parents could judge me.

In the grand theatre of our romance,
When I unveil my authentic essence
—your weeping eyes continue to love me.

In the grand theatre of our romance,
To say you're the woman of my dreams
—there’s no rest to provide you with the
justifications to profess your love for me!

Love isn’t a romantic movie…
 222° 
Julie
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜…
𝘼𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨
𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝
𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮
— julie
Written on a quiet morning, letting the light speak.
 207° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
Just like that, outta the blue
I realize that no matter what I do
There'll never ever be another you
And it hurts like hell...
Btw, how great is Chet Baker??
 204° 
1DNA
Can you hear it loud and clear?
Come closer, over here
It's screaming from within my deep hearts core
Can you hear my silent roar?
Hey I'm a new member here n just recently started this hobby! Hope you guys like it!
 188° 
MetaVerse
The autumn rain is falling
    Like teardrops from mine eyes;
I cannot help recalling
    With sobs and lingering sighs
                    My Fugliana.

The days, returning never,
    The golden days of yore,
Were days that lived forever,
    Yet gone forevermore
                    Is Fugliana.

With rue my heart is laden;
    L'amour peut être amer.
Nor any rose-lipt maiden
    Was e'er so fair as fair
                    Fair Fugliana.
 186° 
Jiali
I miss you. I've lost count of the number of times
I've wanted to call you and say those words.
I need you. I want you. I miss you.
It's like some sort of unending mantra. I think
about you every night before I fall asleep
and every morning the second I wake up.
I think about you when I'm sat at my desk
watching the flowers you gave me
slowly wilt.
I'm afraid of them dying.
I'm afraid to have even less of you;
to lose another piece of you.
 180° 
nivek
having taken the road
-sadness haunting your steps
-the unknown writhing in your skin
-a radical trust in radical love manifest.
 156° 
ikarus
to you, i am exception,
that for love, you'd do anything
you would move the sun and the heavens
if only, you could see me a little longer

in your arms, i am light.
i dance on clouds and pull on the strings of a lyre
foolishly, i wonder and i worry
but ask, is an angel is ever a burden?

to your ears, i am harmony.
indifferent to the songs and notes of many
but when i sing, you smile
and kiss the parts of my mind that were chaos

to you, i must be a god,
made of worship and prayer
yet, even an all knowing being
couldn't have seen a love like yours

know that immortality means nothing
for it is only a skin of myself, that i'd shed
if only, to be the one that you love
i would certainly face death
 150° 
The Wilted Witch
I am wilted. I am weary.
I am weathered. I am worn.
I am stuffed with seeping sadness, and stewed in sticky, seething scorn.

I am deflated. Thoughts debunked.
And I am drowned in desperate dread.  
When I soak my roots in water, I find it dries them out instead.

I am wilted. I am weary.
I am wilted. I am worn.
Leafy boughs
Cradle the sol
Into calm repose
Inspired by a photograph
 132° 
Soul-in-poetry
Your eyes

Look like stars

When you cry


Your tears,

Are like meteorites

Flashing by your cheeks



Oh how pretty you are—
When you cry….


My little star-tear eyes
 128° 
collin
a jealous shadow
from the dark side of my mind
creeps its way through the crevices
eager to remind me
that i’m not and never will be
worthy of your time
i’m just a filler for any other thing
the next to catch your eye
 125° 
Winter
COME KISS YOUR LITTLE  TRAGEDY ONE LAST TIME,
BURY ME IN A WHITE DRESS AND TELL THEM IT WAS LOVE,
THINK I'D LIKE THE SOUND OF MY BONES BREAKING WHILE THE SKIES WATCH,
YOUR NAME IN MY MOUTH  AS I HIT THE GROUND,
AND  I DRAW AIR FOR THE LAST TIME  ,

BECAUSE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO STAND THERE DRY
WHEN I DROWNED FOR YOU,
SO I'M MAKING YOU  SHOUT MY NAME ONE LAST TIME  
AS YOU WATCH MY LIFE FLY OUT ,

BUT NO, I WON'T OPEN MY EYES THIS TIME AROUND,
BLOOD ON THE CONCRETE,
YOUR HANDS SHAKING OVER ME,
AND MAYBE THEN YOU'D FINALLY CRY
short and rushed just like the decision she took
DNA
And if all words
aren't enough to describe
how much I love you.
I'd use my blood as an ink to this pen.
For you to know,
that even if I have nothing to write.
The poetry written
within me,
is you.
 103° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Work like a machine,
The company you work for will never be yours,
Your client may be important,
So is your family,
Money is a necessity,
But not at the expense of your health.
5/5/2025
 86° 
chang
it's an awfully bright afternoon
to be this sad.
if i try to take the smallest of breaths,
maybe the  world would forget about me - again.
if i tried a bit harder,
maybe i'll forget too.
 82° 
alex
Life won’t slow for her
My sweet hummingbird
She won’t fly south
She’ll sleep on ice

We’ve been waiting all night long
Little wings won’t take you far
Listen to the sound of love
Remember us when you’re above

We can’t wait for long
And soon you’ll be gone

I’ll look back and wonder why
I never held you as you cried
Now your wings lay oh so still
I won’t move on
I never will

We can’t wait for long
And soon you’ll be gone
a song inspired by watching the hummingbirds at my Grandma's cottage in northern Michigan. The song is here: https://music.spirationmusic.com/mysweethummingbird
 82° 
matt r
the smelting eye
   of the pale morning
would close in a
   smile;inhale
the daylight between
     each fighting giggle

embrace the caring air
        of reading! take note
  of each of my bleeding
words & palate them
to taste      the true meaning
   of how i love You

every letter belongs,is Yours.
every poem i have
                 laid down to rest
is Yours&Yours forever;
   if only (the sky still glows)
               (You still read them)
 73° 
David P Carroll
Yemen is a brave Knight
Who ventured where
Few dared to wave
With energy and strength
And with courage in hand
Yemen bold and brave and
Yemen took a bold stand
And inspired Palestinian
Hearts they would save.
3 Million Israelis run
To there bomb Shelter

Palestinians don't have bomb
Shelters.
Aroma scented magnolias
In the air sweet sensation
Filled with shades of white
Lingering fragrant carry
           In the air
Each little square of grass
Feels soft along the rocks
Sweetness is everywhere
Summer is near
Enjoy the sweetness
 67° 
Qualyxian Quest
No one important
Drifting toward death
            Desperation
                    hope!
 64° 
ymmiJ
sunday evening
another week to begin
wish this one not end
 63° 
Sunamin Tamang
Invisible handshake
& a red rose
are like a white cloud
floating in ecstasy
in a wide pillowed infinite sky.

Sometimes raining
sometimes chased
by a summer sun.

~~
 62° 
Simon Bridges
A single candle
A widow open
             An arm cascades
 58° 
Real Name 2 0
And I wished I hadn't taught her to close off
Because now when I most needed to know what she felt
Her face was an empty canvas her eyes hollow
A hardened soldier
Do you understand me I ask
She nods
That's all
Not a flicker of emotion crossed her face
My heart never sank so fast
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