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 10° 
Sofia
the sun is falling on my face,
but I still feel the cold.
I tried to fool everyone,
oh i tired,
but I know,
that my soul was carried away by the wind,
and I was filled with illusion,
that I will still feel warmth someday.
 10° 
Liana
“Are you okay?”

Sweetheart, I write poetry
And some kindhearted people said I write it well

That can only mean one thing
My mind is an unescapable hell

“Yeah, just tired”
Random thought
 9° 
Fumbletongue
Each smile a map, each line a trail,
Etched softly on the skin's embrace.
A journey marked in fine detail,
The story written on your face.

The laugh that danced around the eyes
Still lingers in a softened fold,
A map of moments, lows and highs,
A quiet story, gently told.

Not every crease was born from pain,
Some stem from joy that overflowed.
Expressions that we can't restrain,
Emotions that our hearts bestowed.

So wear these lines with quiet pride,
They are the footprints of your days.
A testament to life applied,
A living poem on your face’s page.
Time always tells no matter the canvas. When I look at others I can't help but notice their resting face and what it says about how they feel about their life.

We have earned everyone of our wrinkles. I refuse to try to make them disappear to look more attractive to anyone. If you can't see beauty in the life that I lived on my body then honey you aren't my people.
 9° 
neth jones
i lust insist
tense under ruttish restraint and expectation
                                                     ­             trussed
28/04/25
 9° 
BangTheDoldrums
My body, the cell
I tally my days on the walls
The evil won’t die

I made the monster
That I attempt to expel
In ritual hate
 9° 
Limes Carma
No reaction to action
Left baffled by the way you were acting
From lovers to strangers, now barely reacting
Love you forever to cold replies — no reenactment
Yelling instead of talking, now silence is our last interaction
 9° 
SURYAMVIVEK
एक डोर बंधी थी उस पतंग से,
उसे क़ैद करने की चाह थी या आज़ाद।
पर यह पतंग भी तो बेईमान है,
न जाने इसे किस बात का गुमान है।

जब हवा साथ दे तो खिल-खिलाता है,
खींचती डोर से सिसक संभल जाता है,
इसकी रवानी इन्हीं बीच तो बसी है,
बहते हवा सहलाते हाथ, बंधी डोर में फंसी है।

कभी आसमाँ छूने का जुनून,
तो कभी हवाओं संग बहने का सुकून,
ढिलती डोर अनंत दुनिया दिखाएगी,
खींचती डोर इसे दायरे भी सिखाएगी।

क्या हो अगर वो डोर टूट जाए,
उन हाथों से नखरे छूट जाए,
क्या वो बेशक़ रिहाई है,
या बे-बाक सी जुदाई है।

क्या वो छूटी डोर फिर से जुड़ जाएगा,
उन उलझी डोर से फिर उड़ पाएगा,
उसकी उड़ान में हाथों की परछाई है,
पर ये भी एक अधूरी सच्चाई है ।

पतंग ही वो डोर समेट आएगा,
हवा की लहरों पर इल्जाम लगाएगा,
हाथों को नए-नए ख्वाब दिखाएगा,
फिर अंत में उन्हीं लहरों संग उड़ जाएगा।

अब छोड़ ही दी, बंधन की वो डोर,
कर 'काई पो चे' का गूंजता शोर,
अब वो पतंग उड़े जहाँ हवा ले जाए,
रुख मोढ़ यहीं लौट के आए...!
 9° 
Rea Rose
.
                                            Why are you so sad?
Because I am broken.
Everything in this world I once loved,
betrayed me,
or forever left.

All that I have endured has turned into trauma,
in ways I cannot express.
But, don't worry about me,

                        Because the Universe never liked me anyways.
 9° 
badwords
No one told me
the silence would be so loud.

That after the storm
there would be no sun,
only fog thick as milk
curling through my ribs.

I did not beg for light.
I did not curse the dark.
I simply sat—
hands open,
palms salted with memory.

There was a moth once
that lived in my chest.
Fed on echo,
slept in shame.
I haven’t felt it in days.

I think I may be alone now.

And for the first time—
that does not terrify me.
 8° 
AWURAA
If madness had a son,
he'd name it insanity.
Pain and anger would be his siblings.
His sister would be named maladaptive, day dreaming she would cause.
Hallucinations would be her twin.
Bitterness and pride would be their brethren.
I don't want just a friend —
But a lover who cherishes me
With the same devotion as
:
A true friend.

As parts of my soul runs away
From itself; perhaps I must
Summon the courage to chase
:
After love, instead!
 8° 
Max Neumann
A light has grown
In me
In you
In us

A light came into the world
In the East
Where gardens bloom
And memories live

A light shines now
Born from silence
Close to the colorful mist
Where skylines rise

This light is for you
I’d like to give it to you
It comes from the heart
From me to you
A Light
 7° 
Jayami
Are they invisible,
the bruises on my face,
the ****** scars across my chest,
and the fury in my gaze?
All my blood wasted,
seem infinite, these heavy tears.
Will I ever breathe in,
a breath that wouldn't burn?
 7° 
Maria Etre
I vomited
the last piece
of you
and relieved myself
from the toxicity
that ate me up
from the inside

That's my kind of
glow up
Sometimes it's the word ***** that is healing in disguise
I'm sorry that I could never be enough for you.
- The one that got away
 7° 
Karen
A blue flame flickers
Enchanting in deepest blue
Amidst a dark night
Haiku
 7° 
Dom
Gimme a clear square glass
With that clear spherical ice.

Gimme that orange bitters
And just a spritz of water to break down the sugar.

Let me smell the aroma
Of that bottled spirit,
Perfume of aged charred cask,
And vanilla laced with caramel.

Let it waterfall into the glass,
Hugging all of the curves as they cascade down
And when you stir, do it soft and slow
Look me in the eyes,
Tell me I've been a good boy

Garnish with a zesty peel.

Let this liquid ***,
Slip down my throat
Throwing me deeper in lust
For another.
My favorite cocktail, preferably with maker's mark or bulleit.
 6° 
morallygray
A dog park of all places
you loved dogs very much
more than yourself
Oh if you could have been a fish
A panther
An alien
An idea
I think you'd have known your impact
One of a meteor birthing a 100 mile crater
All I got from you was the blues of your eyes
Like an ocean that seeped endlessly
Endless, you were
 6° 
Nicole
I didn't hide it
But I don't want to find it
I do want to know what's in it
as long as I know how to write
these scribbles
after I read it
I don't want to think of
A book full of rules
When I read poetry
I still can't find my poetry school book.
It ain’t what it used to be
It’s never been what it could
Hinged upon what almost would
It’s still good
Though

Mostly good
 6° 
Traveler
Beliefs
Effect areas
Of our intelligence  
That sould otherwise
Contemplate logically

Waiting for
Miracles
Impossibly real
Stuck in caves
Where kindness
And fear
Come together
And ****

More than an image
The sky outside
Turn around
And run for the real life!
Traveler Tim

Greek in origin (:
 6° 
Malekai
The love I want is where the girl jumps and gives me a hug where I almost fall because she didn't see me for a long time.
The love I want is being able to be me and not having to worry.
The love I want is where I can sit and cry while being held.
The love I want is where I'm not used.
The love I want is the girl is obsessed with me.
The love I want is being able to play games with the girl that loves me.
The love I want is that kind of love.
 6° 
Yonah Jeong
don't bend your back
get down your knees.
the saddest part of dying
is what you forgot to do
the ideas born in lucid dreams
that vanished in the hue
the mountains never seen
the oceans never crossed
the poems written on scraps of paper
a lover's smile now lost
the tears you held inside
the chances never taken
the landscape of your life
an oasis now forsaken
The Norns weren't kind
When they wove our fate
You were gone too soon
While I was left behind
To slowly fade
In memory of a dear friend...
 5° 
kevin
a whole sorrow ago
she held me
the talismans guide
bereft of speech, thieves in hand
offered to lend the body
and boy ran, vexed
crossed oft, learnt
wounds a whole sorrow
seven tales of prayer stilled
the mothers fix?

blackness of shelter
alcove of sickness
thieved inside the wars, young

learnig to speak with my tongue held,

dedication of chrissy strassburg

what didn't we all notice, in the subways?

how eyes absolved, escape ironic

i am only as poems being discovered, in irish
behind a play writing unfamiliar and at war with itself
atone, ment in origin is parched is shame


to be just with my audience is to honest ones self
talled of accusation, only finding i am not knowing how to live
a world in turmoil, against dis-satisfaction attempts myself?
the improbable design of an ill conceived mind
 5° 
Franky Case
I am beautiful
I am unique
I am everything everyone compliments me on
I am talented
I am gifted
I am amazing at what I do
I am kind
I am generous
I am too nice at times
I am not what people have called me
I am not the lies I tell myself
I am not the thoughts that keep me awake at night
I am not my mother
I am not what I call myself
I am not me
I am not what I look like on the outside
I am what people hear when they speak to me
I am the sweet words of encouragement that I talk to you
I am sorry
I am sorry for myself
I am not my mother
I am not my mom
I am me
I am here
I am present
I am alive
I am not what I look like
I am not a failure
I am good
I am me
I am a promise kept forever
I am lied to forever
I am forever
I am living a life my mother would be jealous of
I am me and
 5° 
Chandy
The living envy the dead
The dead envy not even one
Peace is a distant memory
Only available to the ignorant
Until it begins to harm you
You never cared about humanity
Humans are created to be machines
Gone is the world of sanity
Now we remember
There is no justice or morality
All words that can be ignored
Saving the world?
Cannot agree on saving ourselves
We are our own downfall
No invasion, no climate
Just us, begging for the end
 5° 
Mario Benedetti
Voy a cerrar los ojos en voz baja
voy a meterme a tientas en el sueño.
En este instante el odio no trabaja
para la muerte que es su pobre dueño
la voluntad suspende su latido
y yo me siento lejos, tan pequeño
que a Dios invoco, pero no le pido
nada, con tal de compartir apenas
este universo que hemos conseguido
por las malas y a veces por las buenas.
¿Por qué el mundo soñado no es el mismo
que este mundo de muerte a manos llenas?
Mi pesadilla es siempre el optimismo:
me duermo débil, sueño que soy fuerte,
pero el futuro aguarda. Es un abismo.
No me lo digan cuando me despierte.
 5° 
Mateuš Conrad
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__/                         d!
It could never work
You were a duchess
While I was a fool

But what a pretty
Dream it was...
If only my blood was blue...
 5° 
Lyle
What
if
I
was
just

























Gone?
 5° 
yndn
I'm done being polite, yet you treated me rudely
I'm done being nice, because you abused my kindness
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