Do You Love Me Or Not?

Please let me go.

My mind is tormenting me to no end.

Please let me know.

So I can figure what to do.

Why do you keep staring at me?

Are you falling back in love again?

Why do you always visit me?

Am I really worth that much of your time?

Why am I no longer allowed to hug?

I hug my friends…aren't you a friend?

Why are you so mad at me when I don't budge?

"I'm fine" because I can't reveal the truth to you.

Please tell me the truth.

You're killing me otherwise.

I can't take anything without proof.

So tell me, do you love me or not?

A beautiful submission by Eric Tracey from the USA. 

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Tired

Tired

I’m so tired of
Spilling out poetry
About being broken
I have enough bandages
To build me a rope up to heaven
(Or maybe even down to hell)

Perhaps they’re culminating
In the center of my chest
That would explain the
Weight of an anvil
That can’t be shaken

I’ve got a diagnosis
For that reason why
I’ve been leaving class every day
For two grueling weeks
I’ve got meds that don’t work
And confidential conversations
And a few scabs on my leg
 From when I decided
To play with scissors

I’ve got a sadness towards myself
That I can’t expel
It’s an assailant in the night
Coming and going
Impossible to trace
No one understands it
I don’t understand it

I just want it to stop.
I want to disappear
Into a book
Or a journal page
And leave behind
The inexplicable tears

I’m tired of feeling weak
When everyone is telling me
How strong I am
And feeling ugly
When people tell me
That they think I’m beautiful
And not wanting to talk
When everyone is
By my side, lending an ear

Most of all, though
I just hate feeling tired.

A thoughtful submission by Olivia from USA. 

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Mystery Name

Across a sea of darkness, I found you.

You, my savior sheathed in velvet plume,

This is my first vision of true perfection. 

Yet, I continued to deny myself your touch, 

the graze of my lips against yours, 

this absolute pleasure denied. 

My mind set, unwavering, 

on a blood soaked nightmare that I wished so to end. 

Never did I succumb to passion, 

never did I see the purity of your unending sin.

Now you glut yourself on my innocence,

ravishing this physical form which will inevitably fade to dust. 

Nothing, not the moon on a string, 

nor every star dancing in my palm could surpass this sin,

this perfect crime against God. 

I relish every moment, now burned into my mind.

Our perfect union, fleeting. 

Eternal.

A romantic submission by Jesika from . 

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Sun Into The Leaves

Sun Into the Leaves

I don’t know where time has gone

as the sun loses its strength

and leaves the reminder what it once was

and what it will be again in the leaves.



I don’t know what to feel for you-

my heart kept the love alive,

but its dwindling-

so much has changed like the world always does.



My love once burned as strong

or perhaps stronger than the sun

and now has receded into the deepest part of my heart

like the sun into the leaves.



You are almost now a figment of my imagination-

you seem more like a dream I dreamt

a long time ago and still cling to

than a real person that I love.



A changing lifestyle has forced us apart,

I’m no longer the eager carefree soul I once was,

I only show the happiest side of me

when I have you to look forward to.



I long for the days before time caught us up

and chance pulled us apart

and I learned what you are

and heard it from your own mouth.



I don’t want what you are

and what time and chance are

to break my heart and find me another.

A beautiful submission by Mia from USA. 

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Crater Of Distance

There's a moon and there's a sun.
          And it's all about distance.
Eyes chuckle.
    Do you hear them chuckle? It's really different from a sparkle,
                   because sparkling is bound to be seen, reflected, It's  
about seeing!
He finds her eyes chuckling when the moon and sun meet at dusk,
the only moment sun and moon meet their stares.
Wherever he goes,
follows a distance in his thought. He is far from her,
              and will continue to be further away as time will pass by.
Like the time, night has its moon and when the sun is there to claim the  
parting of night and that moon.
A distance is created;
      again and again,
              in his head too. He thinks, her head is filled with more  
thoughts without him being one.
They meet at dusk, when the whole world is about to look different. They  
become half nocturnal, perhaps so is, for a temporal insomnia ahead. They  
think about each other till they tire themselves to sleep.
Maybe love has illusions.
Thoughts prevail, decimating the harsh realities. So much before nothing in  
their own veiled freedom.

They meet at dusk,
   when the hopes fall, when the soul dwindles.
     When the count of distance is lost.

An out of this world submission by Ali Mohsin from United Arab Emirates. ;)

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Eclipsed Moon

Eclipsed Moon over paradise


The harbored men have our protection,

While the Soldier stand to this day,

Choking the Man never come to speak anymore,

but always inside,

Molding the hearts of every child,

forcing the weak for the price so grand,

encouraging pride with simple greed,

Day to day,

only time is now our friend,

gives us warmth and truth,

even when our chains are bound,

looking toward the shore,


When the Maelstrom is fast and the Inferno's bright,

The Raven waits to see them deprived,

oh so lovely,

With wings wants more of their loyal sacrifice


when the people are kind and the soldiers attack,

the man defends who stabbed his back,

when the sun comes, the vulture will descend the Eclipsed moon over  

paradise,

Eclipsed Moon.

A passionate submission by Christopher J. Hopkins from the USA. 

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Air

Where am I?
Luminescence beads throb,
Quaintly in darkest brine,
As zephyr scars rage,
In my mind.

Where am I?
Jagged thorns claw my veins,
Barbarous blots of angel red,
Fall sparkling forever,
Until all I ever dreamed are,
Stains upon a cloud stage,
Where nothing is left,
But the air.

Where am I?
Fluorescence teardrops sob,
Lucidly in electric alkaline,
As aurora bruises cry,
In my heart.

Where am I?
Straggled roots knot my bones,
Horrendous eyes so demon black,
Look straight at me,
Until all I ever witnessed are,
Irises lost in oblivion sky,
Where nothing is left,
But the air.

Where am I? Am I dead?
I've advanced so far,
Vague memories shatter like ice,
Lungs distort and nerves erupt,
Before all my essence fades,
And my echoed spirit pays Death,
His revenant price.
Now I'm nothing,
But the air.

A pensive submission by J.N. from United Kingdom. 

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ShowTime

You use your superficiality like a stage curtain.

A lovely velvet curtain, passionate red, deep and rich.

Your audience sits and stares at the curtain.

Eager but waiting.

Everyone but me was happy to sit and wait–wait for those curtains to open  

And for the real show to finally begin.

You didn’t expect to ever meet a person to peek behind.

To steal a glance behind those curtains.

When I did–when I became appalled at what I saw–you blamed me.

Like I was the freak.

Like I was the one doing wrong.

I was sent back to the audience to sit with everyone else.

Telling others in the audience bared no good.

They didn’t believe me.

The curtains! They would cry. The curtains are too lovely to hide anything but greatness.

You are a freak! They would whisper as I grumbled, alone and to myself.

I wasn’t a freak.

Not then, not now.

I was only impatient.

I only wanted the show to start.

Turns out, the show I was waiting for is one I didn’t pay to see.

I’m afraid this just isn’t as advertised.

I hope the box office is still open,

I’m returning my ticket.


This poem has many meanings behind it, and that's what I love most about this piece. It's about the agonizing impatience. It's about the hatred behind secrecy. And lastly, it's the final signs of deception. But this is just my interpretation of "ShowTime" comment what YOU think it's about. :) This very symbolic submission is by Amelia Wellman from Canada. 

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Light Angel

Angel within my sparkling eye

Flying so high

Above the hellish skies

Do no deny

Her beauty

Her loveliness

Boosting so much happiness

Welcoming you into her chest

To rest your mind

Through time

No sighs

Cries

Tied to ones pride

Let her wash over you

Lovely grace

Providing space

Giving life

Showing loving

Within every fallen light

I beautiful piece describing a heavenly angel. 

A beautiful submission by Antonio Clay from USA. (Hey, that rhymes nicely. ;) )

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