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 1° 
hannah
if all the creatures in the world
blinked at once
would i still exist?
My spirit yearns to
Leave this godforsaken
City for good

To build a couzy chalet
Hidden somewhere
Amidst the alps

And to watch the
Seasons change while
Playing guitar on the porch
With my dogs at my feet

So why does a quiet life
Keeps getting away from me?
Maybe it's just not meant to be...
 1° 
Poetato
Me?
A secret.
Too complicated to explain
Whenever people ask.
 1° 
Srishti
I am a disappearing soul, in a dark room with sleepless nights.
A dark smoke is around me.
I am trapped here by my own emotions.
I am tired of being good.
Can I escape this hell?
My soul is beautiful.
But it doesn't matter in this hell.
Being an elder daughter feels like a sin to me.
Some have many expectations from me, and I can't meet them.
I feel like I can't go on with their expectations.
The only thing that stops me going from this hell is "my mother crying a lot because of me."
I am tired now I want to go away from this hell called earth.
 1° 
A Vryghter
“I’m getting sick of it, Darling.
Poems meant for you, I mean.
I want to grow, yet my heart doesn’t.
And that’s your fault.

I want to write the forest dry,
but my head doesn’t wander.
I try to forget, will I regret it?
But the trees keep sprouting.

I’m feeling ill, my love.
‘Cause you forget my name.
I’m stuck, the trees closing me in.
I don’t have an axe. I stay.

I want to throw up words.
Get sick of paper in my mouth.
But my heart seems glued,
Repeating the same.”

A.V.
when you love someone who doesn’t love you.
 1° 
Eve
if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

i’d tell you a tale
of all of my life’s history
but it would all be derailed and all sound pale
in the words of my mouths contradictory
so i’ll leave you with my frail words for the cemetery;

if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

when i’ll die, i’ll die artistically
candle lights, speaking words lyrically
and if youll ask me if i could go back and do it all again, if i’d make a change,
i’d say in a heartbeat
and if i did, i wouldn’t have to repeat

if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

for i didn’t do it my way,
i did it life’s way
if a decision could have swayed
me in another direction,
i would be happier, in the life of my correction,
that got lost and died with life
while i waited to come back to mine

so if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

and to my life, i miss you
and to my cat-child, i miss you
and to my moms eyes, i miss you
and to my sister-child, i miss you
and to what was once mine, i miss you
getting some things off my chest
 1° 
Anónimo
Pensativo estaba el Cid   viéndose de pocos años
para vengar a su padre   matando al conde Lozano;
miraba el bando temido   del poderoso contrario
que tenía en las montañas   mil amigos asturianos;
miraba cómo en la corte   de ese buen rey Don Fernando
era su voto el primero,   y en guerra el mejor su brazo;
todo le parece poco   para vengar este agravio,
el primero que se ha hecho   a la sangre de Lain Calvo;
no cura de su niñez,   que en el alma del hidalgo
el valor para crecer   no tiene cuenta a los años.
Descolgó una espada vieja   de Mudarra el castellano,
que estaba toda mohosa,   por la muerte de su amo.
«Haz cuenta, valiente espada,   que es de Mudarra mi brazo
y que con su brazo riñes   porque suyo es el agravio.
Bien puede ser que te corras   de verte así en la mi mano,
mas no te podrás correr   de volver atrás un paso.
Tan fuerte como tu acero   me verás en campo armado;
tan bueno como el primero,   segundo dueño has cobrado;
y cuando alguno te venza,   del torpe hecho enojado,
hasta la cruz en mi pecho   te esconderé muy airado.
Vamos al campo, que es hora   de dar al conde Lozano
el castigo que merece   tan infame lengua y mano».
Determinado va el Cid,   y va tan determinado,
que en espacio de una hora   mató al conde y fue vengado.
 1° 
Cadmus
Don’t be alarmed
if evil blooms
where you sowed
your gentlest good.

Not all earth
welcomes roots
some soils rot
what should have stood.

So plant with love,
but learn the ground,
for even light
can be misunderstood.
A reflection on misplaced effort, toxic environments, and the wisdom of discernment.
 1° 
Ayisha R
There’s a fine line
between wants
and needs.

I don’t need you.

I just want you.

Could that be even worse?

✖️
_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
 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..)

🖕
when a heart finds love is flutters there inside
such a lovely feeling from it you cant hide
makes you feel so happy makes you feel brand new
this is what will happen when love comes to you

getting even stronger each and everyday
stay forever true and never fade away
there inside your heart your love will always be
for now and evermore for eternity
 1° 
akshitha
oh, the strong urge to be young again—
pinches my heart so deep within.
isn't it great being young?

oh, i still remember,
the knee bruises while playing,
such chaos has never appeared again—
isn't it great being young?

a child wouldn't mourn
for love, care.
world loves them.
everything appears fine until
they grow up.
isn't it great being young?

the child knows nothing,
neither the world nor the cost of living.
but, the joy in being;
happiness to them is inevitable.
isn't it great being young?

younger ones often get uplifted—
might own many hobbies,
perceived as an "over-achiever."
isn't it great being young?

the same child grows up, realizes
suffering is inevitable.
they deal with unfeasible expectations
for the world,
once an over-achiever, always an over-achiever.
younger ones never had it easy
isn't it great being young?

now, the suffering feels permanent,
while joy is temporary.
growing up, they realize—
didn't everything change?
so, is it great being young?

a younger child—akshitha.
 1° 
Carlo C Gomez
~
Lipstick to void. She is a race against time. The beveled past a disruption in her lines of influence.

Travel is dangerous, and tonight it darkens the highway of blood vessels coursing through her extremities. She wants to be luminous and under the skin.

While Dorothy dreams of tornadoes in Kansas, she dreams of remote climbs in lesser Glasgow, of party drugs in Tokyo. How many lights does she see?

In her hair are sixty circuits. But she waits, religiously inclined on the hotel bed. She drove through ghosts to get here wearing nothing but Las Vegas.

So strange at this hour, in a city full of sleepwalkers for the taking, she now dreams she's a bulldozer, she now dreams she's alone in an empty field.

~
 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° 
Sherri Woodman
Today I got a hug, out of the blue                                                             ­     
                                                           ­                                                               
and it even came with an "I love you''                                                            ­    
                                                            ­                                                        
Such a simple kind gesture                                                          ­                                                  
              ­                                                                 ­                               
  It brought me such pleasure                                                         ­                     
                                                                ­                                                          
It picked me up when I felt down                                                             ­                       
                                         ­                                                                 ­      
  turned my day totally around                                                           ­                 
                                                                ­                                                  
  Just when I thought no one cared                                                            ­            
                                                                ­                                        
someone loved me, someone shared
 1° 
Bard
Wish I'd see dead people
Instead of all this evil
Never trust the pictures you see
A made up scene they want you to believe
Jealousy your only response
None of it real,
scroll on with nonchalance
Their lives, all an improvised stunt
Don't be suckered in
This made-up,
social,
  false front.

JJB
 1° 
Nicole
Oh look, that's nice...
Do it again,
Over and over
Continuous loop
Side to side
Over and -
Ow
I guess it's not so
Nice after all
 1° 
Breeze
Denim, a durable fabric
Fading over the years
Eventually distressed, frayed
Like warm summer memories of years gone by
Not created to appear that way
But forged over the years
Like an old friend that has lost some luster
But is classically appealing still

True love should be like faded denim
A love of your life should gradually dim and become a classic memory rather than dissipate within months
A shared deep connection should tatter over years like the knees of a comfortable pair of denim jeans
There shouldn't need to be a reason to communicate when you have loved someone deeply
If a reason to communicate is needed months later, perhaps the love wasn't that intense as the care to just connect without a reason would still exist
Just as the color of denim will fade in intensity in time, so should the deep feelings one has. If a loved one vocalized that they would have turned their life upside down for you, it would take years rather than months to be at peace with not speaking frequently
 1° 
Falling Awake
Foam lines move outwards

From oars that pierce stillness

Spreading just to fade.
about impermanence
Get Lost in the World,
of your own Imaginations,
Your minds is so full of,
Motivation and Creations!!

In your own World,
You can do what you want to do,
Your Aspirations and your Desires,
They All Begin within You!!

Create a World, that is
Far away from Reality,
Living within that moment, of pure Fantasy,
Let it be your goal, of pure Destiny!!

You are the mastermind, and
just let it flow out Naturally,
Once it is Accomplished,
it will turn out so Magically!!

Escape from the World,
of Hate and of Calamity,
Be one with your Utopia, of
Calmness and Tranquility!!

Just within your own Peace,
IN YOUR OWN WORLD,
OF PURE SERENITY!!!!


B.R.
Date: 5/24/2025
Sometimes, you just need to escape it all, and go to your Happy Place!!!
 1° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Bye
Is abrupt,
FI AMANILLAH is beautiful,
It means I leave you in the care of Allah,
Who never abandons you.
28/5/2025
They said I'd never be enough
They said I'll only mess things up
Look who proved them wrong.
 1° 
emma13nunu
loving you is a constant ache
a constant shiver
and a constant wake

loving you is as hard as crying in silence
as running forever
as running in water
 1° 
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...
 1° 
Zhanara
Don’t throw the stone to your destiny!
Just smile to your destiny
Author: Zhanar
25.05.2025
 1° 
SP
He used to burn with love and prose—
Now argues over folded clothes.
Our kisses cooled, our vows grew flat.
He loves me still—just not like that.

© InscrutableAngel
 1° 
collin
i know she’s more than capable
she left me at the table
the lines we drew won’t intersect
it’s probably best we never met
 1° 
apricot
i wanna scream
and shout
and let it all out
 1° 
Nicole
Wind wraps me in a hug

Clouds form a blanket around me

Sun warms like a cup of tea
 1° 
Bekah Halle
I wake,

To Heaven’s tears

Dripping down...

Their gentle potter-patter

Kiss the earth--

God’s promises:

To make,

All things new again;

Right.
 1° 
Robin Edwards
Suddenly we see
At the corners of our eyes
The cost of our love
 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.
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° 
Nolan Bucsis
Depression subsumes
Me into
Sloth.

It's hard getting up the motivation
To live
When everything is so bleak.

So empty.

These memories of people I used to know
I forgot.

My will to be
Evaporating.

Death would be a restful sleep.

Meaning reduced
To listlessness.
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