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 1° 
F Elliott

******* ****** demons.. they're everywhere.
And I've known it about this site
for so ******* long.

And the witches..  Jesus Christ--
control freaks,   every one of you.

What..
do you think your creativity 'substantiates'  you?

They're   just   *******   words.
Your creativity comes with an accountability..

but you won't have any part of that..   will you?

If your demons are so ******* powerful,
why do they hide inside of you?
Like a pathetic  excuse of a man, stepfather--

Using..  using..  using.. his wife's beautiful daughter..
over and over and over and over again.

It is no different with these Unholy shitbags also..


("Oh, but don't I gather the most followers with my words?")

It's just empty ******* babble.
In the Realms,  it means nothing.

Absolutely.   *******.   Nothing.

The *******, inhabitor is just an extension of your
empty, ever-controlling..  soul stealing Mother--


   It's an extremely-closed loop, Beavis.
                End of ******* story.



******* ******* demons..
the pathetic ******* are everywhere..



Feast like pagans
never get enough

Sleep like dead men..
Wake up like dead men

And when the sun comes
try not to hate the light

Someday we'll try
to walk upright

https://youtu.be/yjiJM_Daoa0

..the **** over here,
and lets get this unholy *****  out of you.
(it per loca inaquosa, puella pulchra..)

🖕
Real eyes
Realize
Real lies
Tupac Shakur
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Melanie Jackson
I think I'm stuck
While every one around me
Is rushing
F
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And I sit stuck
Or perhaps the only way I've learned
To grow is
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 1° 
apricot
i wanna scream
and shout
and let it all out
Quench your rage with cooking oil,
With powder, or with ***.
Whatever way you quench your rage,
Our world will soon be done.

Calm your nerves with nicotine.
Use narcissism, or use noise.
It will not matter what you’ve used,
When all the world’s destroyed.
 1° 
Pluto
What’s worse than loving you
but knowing I can’t have you?
Not the silence,
not the waiting,
not the ache that stretches across nights.

Even the stars fall quiet—
they know
there’s no sorrow deeper
than holding a love
that was never mine to keep.
 1° 
Sometimes Starr
Let me say
A poet out of love is realistic
A canvas is as much as petty fantasy
As four letter words better left unspoken

My guitar strings have all broken
In this moment, I am stranded
With a world of potential to change my perspective
Like self stimulation, or brave epileptics,

No.

I understand what you mean
When you say a poet out of love
Is a journey never taken

I don't doubt the depth and splendor of your love
Wordless
A sure sign that you know pain.

But therein lies the rub--
We will always be to blame
We will never truly escape
And so I do let love do its silly little dance in my heart
And sometimes lions roar

They do

But I must remind myself and be ready,
Even if there are two sides of nothing.
 1° 
McKenna
Painting on my peach paper
With a sharp, red marker
Dragging it across the paper
Your skin is cotton soft
And your lips is jellybeans
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minx
keep it sweet
but i just really wanna
grind on your thigh
while your hand
softly strokes my side

i wanna be yours
but we have different interpretations
you wanna be my daddy
but i want you
to be my daddy

i can't help it
you can't help it
you're so excited
kissing my neck
snaking your hands tight around my waist

daddy, daddy, daddy
the endearment is so twisted in my mind
you won't ever be my daddy
but you'll always be my daddy
i'm so, so innocent, but am i really ?
whoops...
Ouvre ton aile au vent, mon beau ramier sauvage,
Laisse à mes doigts brisés ton anneau d'esclavage !
Tu n'as que trop pleuré ton élément, l'amour ;
Sois heureux comme lui : sauve-toi sans retour !

Que tu montes la nue, ou que tu rases l'onde,
Souviens-toi de l'esclave en traversant le monde :
L'esclave t'affranchit pour te rendre à l'amour ;
Quitte-moi comme lui : sauve-toi sans retour !

Va retrouver dans l'air la volupté de vivre !
Va boire les baisers de Dieu, qui te délivre !
Ruisselant de soleil et plongé dans l'amour,
Va-t-en ! Va-t-en ! Va-t-en ! Sauve-toi sans retour !

Moi, je garde l'anneau ; je suis l'oiseau sans ailes.
Les tiennes vont aux cieux ; mon âme est devant elles.
Va ! Je les sentirai frissonner dans l'amour !
Mon ramier, sois béni ! Sauve-toi sans retour !

Va demander pardon pour les faiseurs de chaînes ;
En fuyant les bourreaux, laisse tomber les haines.
Va plus haut que la mort, emporté dans l'amour ;
Sois clément comme lui... sauve-toi sans retour !
 1° 
Sherri Woodman
Today I got a hug, out of the blue                                                             ­     
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and it even came with an "I love you''                                                            ­    
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Such a simple kind gesture                                                          ­                                                  
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  It brought me such pleasure                                                         ­                     
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It picked me up when I felt down                                                             ­                       
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  turned my day totally around                                                           ­                 
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  Just when I thought no one cared                                                            ­            
                                                                ­                                        
someone loved me, someone shared
 1° 
LL
perhaps life is the
spouse and rest is the lover —
my head is our bed
2025/088
 1° 
LL
struggling to
make things
make sense.
2025/089
 1° 
bleedingink
I promised you forever,
and forever it will be.
Because even through the worst nights,
you were there for me.

Even though there are millions of miles,
pulling us apart.
I promised you forever,
and you still have my heart.
If you see this, I still mean it. And I always will <3
My dearest friend Isabelle,
We’ve not known each other for long,
But don’t you find it peculiar
How well we get along?

What isn’t there to admire
When from the very first impression
You reeked of such charm,
That you instantly earned my affection?

What isn’t there to love
About your gentle psyche?
And your keen, ardent eyes,
And your superlative artistry?

Just know, dear Isabelle,
That I mean what I say,
That you truly beguile me—
Enchant me in every way.

And I am so proud
To have you as a friend!
So I swear that each time you have
With me is worth to spend.
I decided to just upload this for some reason. I know I haven't been here in a while, but it just so happened that a character from my novel was a poet, so I decided to steal his work (I mean, technically it's MY work because I wrote him, but oh, well...)
I look through the window,
Head full of blight,
Staring into the pitch of night.

I was writing something about a feeling,
But the message I forgot,
Am I losing the plot?
 1° 
Hazi
In the season of monsoon
I saw a falling raindrop
Myeyes struck ,because of its glamour .
It was falling slowly then I drown ,
I felt , it moving upwards ,very high.
I was mesmerized , I was extremely happy
But unfortunately it suddenly fell down.
And suddenly a sound knocked my ears ,
My eyes witnessed a broken glass
The raindrop is a person
 1° 
hannah
wet dirt
adhere to me
sand of the earth
mold me into being
your perfect being

(an inexistent being)

mother
nature
embrace me
allow me into your center
i will burn at your core
to become nothing
once more
 1° 
Cazzie
He reclines in his brittle chair carved from his own grief,
Not very regal, but heavily resigned to the aches.
The weight of silence cleanly cuts through the air.
His hands, now mapless, no longer seek.
Memories he left behind in clouds, were few and brief.

Books cradle their breath upon the shelf.
Never once a glance as he knows their unchanging tone.
The windows screech with tempered light
As regret drips down the pale pane of ivory bones.
His posture reflects the weight of years notched in his belt.
The leather groans, stretched too thin like his sense of self.

The hour never bows a whim to beg his name.
Dust circles, never sure as to where to fall.
His suit of choice is a reliquary of loss.
Each button, a distant memory hard pressed in shame.
The air is stained
The room too small.
A silent gasp
The last breath falls.
 1° 
Traveler
Awaken onto nature
Set your spirit free
Mighty are her waters
Ancient are her trees
Open wide oh starlit sky
Magical summer heights  
Mighty forest kingdom
Feathered furred in flight
Embrace her in the mornning
Evening tides roll out
In the cycle of her Venus
Ending way down south
Love her when she's frozen
She shall thaw again
Awaken on to Nature
Enjoy Her
While you can!
Traveler Tim
 1° 
JRF
My sweet boy and my
Sweet girl how I love you both
Always and all ways.
So true. Straight from my heart.
 1° 
Robin Edwards
Suddenly we see
At the corners of our eyes
The cost of our love
In Abu Dhabi where the sun does rise,
A city gleams beneath the skies.
From Sheikh Zayed’s grand, sacred halls,
To Corniche’s waves and desert calls.
With every dawn, through every night,
Abu Dhabi shines with light.
Through every step, in every cheer,

Abu Dhabi’s soul is near.
In every glance, in every song,
Abu Dhabi’s heart beats strong.
With every dream, in every dance,
Abu Dhabi takes a chance.
In every smile, in every tear,
Abu Dhabi’s spirit is clear.
Through every storm, through every sun,
Abu Dhabi’s journey has begun.
New visit to Abu Dhabi
 1° 
Juliana
How do I tell him
That he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me
And that I love him
Cause I really do love him
And have never met anyone like him ever before
When he won’t even talk to me
 1° 
Mrs Timetable
I want to write
A little poetry book
Fitting in my pocket
To carry with me
With five little poems
One for each finger of your hand
Your hand that led me here
My muse
My blues
My cues
My heart tattoos
My infuse
So I will call it YOUs
I'm gonna do it. Watch me.
 1° 
Sakshi
Making something  to look cool
In right way its act of fool
If u wanted to look charm
Stop annoying others felling which harm
Cool
Traspasada por junio,
por España y la sangre,
se levanta mi lengua
con clamor a llamarte.

Campesino que mueres,
campesino que yaces
en la tierra que siente
no tragar alemanes,
no morder italianos:
español que te abates
con la nuca marcada
por un yugo infamante,
que traicionas al pueblo
defensor de los panes:
campesino, despierta,
español, que no es tarde.

Calabozos y hierros,
calabozos y cárceles,
desventuras, presidios,
atropellos y hambres,
eso estás defendiendo,
no otra cosa más grande.
Perdición de tus hijos,
maldición de tus padres,
que doblegas tus huesos
al verdugo sangrante,
que deshonras tu trigo,
que tu tierra deshaces,
campesino, despierta,
español, que no es tarde.

Retroceden al hoyo
que se cierra y se abre,
por la fuerza del pueblo
forjador de verdades,
escuadrones del crimen,
corazones brutales,
dictadores del polvo,
soberanos voraces.

Con la prisa del fuego,
en un mágico avance,
un ejército férreo
que cosecha gigantes
los arrastra hasta el polvo,
hasta el polvo los barre.

No hay quien sitie la vida,
no hay quien cerque la sangre
cuando empuña sus alas
y las clava en el aire.

La alegría y la fuerza
de estos músculos parte
como un hondo y sonoro
manantial de volcanes.

Vencedores seremos,
porque somos titanes
sonriendo a las balas
y gritando: ¡Adelante!
La salud de los trigos
sólo aquí huele y arde.

De la muerte y la muerte
sois: de nadie y de nadie.
De la vida nosotros,
del sabor de los árboles.

Victoriosos saldremos
de las fúnebres fauces,
remontándonos libres
sobre tantos plumajes,
dominantes las frentes,
el mirar dominante,
y vosotros vencidos
como aquellos cadáveres.

Campesino, despierta,
español, que no es tarde.
A este lado de España
esperamos que pases:
que tu tierra y tu cuerpo
la invasión no se trague.
 1° 
Jellyfish
I keep trying to learn more
I want to understand myself better
I'm alone at the end of the day
No one else will put in the same effort as me.
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Maria Etre
The shutters
                      let
                       in
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 1° 
Kritika
Why do dead people get more flowers
than alive ones?
Is regret greater than gratitude?

Why do graves bloom
with petals of sorrow,
while the warm hands,
still reaching,
are left cold and empty?

Why do people love children
but neglect old parents?
why do we cherish youth,
soft , unwrinkled
but aver our gaze
from the hands
that built our world?
 1° 
Liana
When you fly high
The fall is hard
Whenever I have a good time and then it’s over
 1° 
Ciara
She is a butterfly...
hiding under sunspots.
He’s a gecko,
lurking in that velvet corner where the light forgets to go.

She is chaos—
he’s the eye of her storm.

They were born from deep sea vents,
rose up to the skies like they meant to crack open clouds,
pull humans into a frenzy
no weather pattern could predict.

She calls it life.
He? He just stares into death,
like it’s a familiar hallway with flickering lights.

The question of origin?
It’s always that stupid finger—
pointing,
blaming,
laughing at the moment they both thought:
"Wait… was any of it even real?"

Hey, ****.
It’s all tiny signals,
she read.

"It’s all eternity,"
he preached,
like a god with a broken clock.

They walked through each other’s ghost stories,
talked all night in a language made of
fake memories,
false starts,
and déjà vus shaped like abandoned houses.

They locked eyes—
those traitorous, trembling eyes—
and whispered vows
to nights that haven’t happened yet.
To days that only those **** aliens have seen.

Yeah. Those aliens.
The ones living on the edge
of the universe’s bubble,
eating popcorn,
watching this bubble bursting program
on cosmic cable.

And when the light consumed the darkness,
when the tiny capsules cracked open like old seeds—
they were left raw.
Naked.
Shivering in the gift-wrapped curse
called "Time."

She ran away.
He walked away.

Moments…
split.
Time…
parted.

While million-dollar math problems
sit unsolved on cluttered desks,
watched over by smoke-drenched visionaries
who know something’s wrong
but can’t solve heartbreak
with equations.

This is the program.
It’s always been the program.
We’re just signals,
wrapped in skin,
playing roles,
in a show
with no rehearsal
and no pause button.

So if you’re watching,
dear alien—
just know…

We improvised the whole **** thing.
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??
 1° 
Zahra Ali
Love reveals our
bare selves—like
the full moon, clear
and veritable.
 1° 
Robin Edwards
Everything depends
On the tall green grass of May
Under a blue sky
 1° 
Bluebird
Him - "let's do it this way, what's your biggest regret, like ever."

Me "forgetting that people can die and never come back"

(Laughter)
That's it
 1° 
joaquin
i have never once
loved in moderation
that is my constant

to love any less
makes no difference
it will hurt all the same
you deserve nothing less
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badwords
Emaciated creatures
pace their pens
Erasable features
begin and end

locked in hand
locked by key
Just demand
Dreamless sea

The miasma shrieks
An impulse creeps
Floorboards creak
to disturb your sleep

Now rest well
Empty, undefined
heaven or hell
you decide
 1° 
Tinotenda
Free birds 🦅

As much as I can see can I go
as much as I dream can I be
as much as I seek can I find
as much as walk can I reach
I was living a life of a falcon
with the dreams of an ostrich ,
and had to guide my own like eagle

As much as I can see can I go
My eyes could see freedom but the wings
Couldn't fly to freedom
As much as I dream can i be
Only the dream of freedom was in my head
The lost bird that was caged for years dreaming of freedom
As much as I walk can I be
The freedom couldn't reach to but I had to walk to freedom
I was living a falcon dreams ,that I could spot all the danger nothing goes unnoticed
Yet am eagles
Yet I could run the race like a ostrich
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