It's time to spread our wings and fly. Don't let another day go. Love, it'll be just like starting over. Time t

Where is the sun today?

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Tomorrow is my birthday. Today I'm here with my sister. I celebrate for days. Today is my 53rd birthday. I remember writing college papers on an electric typewriter. The digital age has spoiled me. (Where are the emoji keys?)

i build armor out of swallowed tongues

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body in pieces to call you once by your name.

To question one thing is not the same as

Questioning another

let the bridges I burn light the way...

My subconscious mind is the place where everything exists

Everyone types a message but me.

I'm in heaven--a typewriter from my youth. NOW I can

Start my novel. Oh no--where's the whiteout.

you are more to methan just a poem,but still

here is a haiku corner of the park where the skateboarders hang out

the smell of good pot

          -enki

im feelim feeling old

and everything is getting old

at the same time i feel like what is surprising me the most is myself

i miss when i was younger and could still separate myself from the things

i didnt like about other people

but the older i get i feel like im getting closer to being someone my younger

self would be disappointed in

its getting harder to be okay with myself

have a

        ayurena. i believeyoucame to m e

when i barely understood a word

we were just kids you imspired me with your tales

walked history holding hands

struggled the streets with our passion

believed in art. believed in us fascination. fate. electricity

providence. bliss. empowerment

magic. inspiration. persistance.

no words can describe how i feel i believe in me

i believe in you

i believe we can

i believe

   i believe andy leveau 13:13

hello my neme is humihere is a secret;

thinking about things makes me nervous

HI my name is sadie k scotthere is my secret

im in love with someone who loves someone else 

her name is zoe and she has the kindest eyes

MY NAM hi my name is isabell     here is my secret my secret is

sometimes i look in the mirror when im crying and think to my self i dont

look half bad when i cry. then i think, maybe this is weird to watch my

myself cry...

another secret i have, on a darker note, is that i am afraid of being like 

my mother...but i guess a lot of people are scared of that for whatever 

reason. bye!

WORDUPPOET"Make me smile", she said, ina

darkCold BrooklynNight, at a time I too

searched for the sweet companionship of 

laughter, pushing me to pull hairs from the

cadaver of my once funny banter, I was

struck by how easy my answer emerged

its verbosity... From personal catastrophe to

celestial poetry, ideas and emotions lay

untapped until expressed vocally, it's times

like these that you realize your true capacity,

No matter how shattered, you can grant

peace to another, a pebble of Joy within a

valley of tattered weeds, it's all that you

need:

          to smile 

to breathe and to Be there

    for those around you  IIGG: @wordup.poethi!!   

all work and no play makes johnny a dull boystay gold ponyboy

nothing gold can stay an ode to bacon :)

oh bacon, you were once a pig

now you are on my plate

and you taste delicious 

but i shall not eat you again because i will forever be remindedd of the pig you once moredoekfjvneuflqpwoeirutllaksjdhfmznxbcvalskdjfhgoq

that was gibberish

but eat you i will not

for i am always reminded of the pig you once were

where is the disconnect between the pig and the food

i shall not give into the mass slaughter of all the piggies

no more will the oink oink of a living being turn into the sizzle

of raw meat on a frying pan of death

just because you taste good doesn't mean it's right

live free little piggy

and run weee weee weee all the way home

-anonymous vegitarian

i it wasm't w oopps i fucked upit wasnt supposed to be this way.

here, where you would have lain.

here, where you would have stayed.

i had memorized the movements

of your breast in r.e.m.

sleep quivering quietly

the way you breathed as if

hunted in dreams haunted nightly

your eyes twitched beneath lids heavy

what was it that you wanted?

release from waking maybe

close and next to me

hot air expended carelessly

inhale my desire

to be asleep, but

instead I sit up

listen to yourshaking

teeth clatter, tongue tight

lips grimace drain to white

then flush again. roll over,

grab my waist illuminated

soft side table lamp reassuring

your emergence. beaded brow lash

flutter to a start, bewildered

a hand in your hair, routine

whisper 

you will

resurface.

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by luna reiley

giareiley@gmail.com

This is my last piece.my love leave But not with my heart

though an ocean will seperate us our love will never allow us to be apart

I love you my love and i will never stop

our hearts will find eachother no matter how dark

In light our love will shine brightin darkness we will be the light for all to see

my morning dew what would a poet do without you

i would lost but you found me  

Held me closely

kissedsoftly  

whispered warm words in my ear

i will see you again my foreign beauty

i will kiss you agian

i will greet you again

i will meet you agin

i will hold you again

i will never leave you, you will never leave me again

we will be together forever until i end. 

Pharaohtherte is only now, when i see you. ---v

there is only you, when is the now

there is you, in the now

-v

Ouch the pain the pain... the scrapes in arm, pain i deserved but not thought would happend, we never want to pain feel, it only happens cuz we are human and thats one the price we pay for being life... things begin with the end of a chapter...