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Lily Sep 25
Bring the buried flower,
Bring the burned out candle.
Bring the closed notebook,
Bring the ended hour.
Dig up the flower,
Strike the match,
Open the notebook,
Begin a new hour.
Bring the writing you’re afraid of
And regenerate it, and
Make it speak.
Scatter your poems left and right,
Because the world can’t wait to hear
Your words.
Inspired by Robert Frost’s "To the Thawing Wind"
Poetic T Sep 20
They say life's
        A story.

Me, I never read mine.

I lived it, who wants to know
     The beginning and the ending.

live your story,
     Skip chapters,

Remember your writing it.
jasmin Sep 19
My eyes hold all the pain
From my face happiness has been drained
It's hard for me to smile
It's been like this for a while
Noone has noticed yet
And noone will i bet
They are too wrapped up in life
To notice my struggle with strife
Noone cares enough about me
None has heard my plea
I think its my time to go
Because right now im at an all time low
Maria Etre Sep 17
When a poet's heart skips a beat
it's only a comma before the

a space between the next
best adjective

a period before the
capital start ....

(takes a deep breath)
Tanya Sep 10
I pick up our memories
like forgotten dusty books
my gentle touch is a remedy
for the thin paper that lonely hurts

dark library is where I choose to read
dark, with nothing on its shelves
except you and me

chapters of love
chapters of sadness
there is one of forgiveness
several of madness

words written but never spoken
love present, still unbroken  
memories inking my mind
I try to leave you behind

I’m still reading, holding your hand
I can’t pronounce it
or maybe i can.
Karisa Brown Sep 8
I'm tired of "understudying myself"
(The just in case syndrome, the worry, the not good enough,the anticipation of failure has got to go.)

Its time for me to be the Star
Maria Etre Sep 5
Mus *** bet hat
I have been l o.o king
at yo u different lythe
who le time
Read with breathers
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