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Deep Thought Jan 2017
This year I want to start a new tradition. One that's my own. At the end of each year I'd like to write what I've learned. No, this isn't another "New Year, New Me," poem, simply a fresh perspective.

Oh 2016, where do I even begin? This past year brought immense pain, yet so much clarity after the heartache subsided. I learned that you have to love yourself before you can love anyone else. Unfortunately, I lost that loved one before I could learn that lesson. Now that it's been taught, by the grace of God I am no longer lost.

2016 was the year I did it all on my own. Okay, who am I kidding I'm a millennial so my dad did help me along the road. 2016 was about choosing your battles while fighting the good fight. I also learned it's not always about you. In fact, it's safe to say it's never about you. We're merely just pieces in a big spiritual puzzle, and that truth will never be muzzled.

**Happy New Year & Cheers to 2017!
Wishing you blessings. Let's await and seee what this year has in store.
Liam C Calhoun Nov 2016
I hope that the
Bread
Tastes good,
Because I’ve left my
Bones
In “it.”

I’ve left the bones born
Man
And bones born
Woman,
Bones once a baby
And bones now broken,
Bones bitter,
Bones bled,
And soon bits baked
Only by dust,
In “it.”

I hope that it
All
Tastes great,
Because we’ve all chained our
Souls
To “it;”

And “it” will continue to feast,
Come the hours we’d ‘ever starve,
“It” will continue to oppress
And until we say “no!”
So say, "NO!"
Death by Decoy Jul 2016
In warfare they met
The importance of mercy
Repentant soldiers
Xan Abyss May 2016
**** the police I run the city
I am a menace hate and fear me
**** the police I run the city
I am a giant don't get near me
**** the police I run the city
I am a menace hate and fear me
**** the police I run the city
I am a giant don't get near me
I can't be controlled
Guerilla titan rampaging in Seoul
And New York City's under my control
I got the world locked
in a choke hold

Cower in my shadow
Fall down at my feet
Bring out the finest maidens and let beauty slay the beast

**** the police I run the city
Lit by the blaze you look so pretty
**** the police I run the city
Lit by the blaze you look so pretty
**** the police I run the city
Lit by the blaze you look so pretty
**** the police I run the city
Lit by the blaze you look so pretty
London Bridge is down
And oh no there goes Sydney Opera House
As Santiago crumbles to the ground
The world is burning now

Cower in my shadow
Fall down at my feet
Bring out the finest maidens and let beauty slay the beast

Athens... in ashes
Ghiza... under siege
Rio, you're free now
DC belongs to me...

**** the police I run the city
Guerilla Titan Eternity
**** the police I run the city
Guerilla Titan Eternity
**** the police I run the city
Guerilla Titan Eternity
**** the police I run the city
Guerilla Titan Eternity
Supervillain ******* anthem.
Austin May 2016
Let the dogs of war
dish it out
four minute warning buzz
annoys the silent moon
chrome dipped stars vibrate the
***** black void into oblivion
a crater blast from the past
oh mother earth
trembles in fear
skin that drips like tears
atomic death in all her glory
T R Jan 2016
Mr Wall Street
Yes, YOU
You in the Perfect Suit

Here are your instructions:

Take off your polished handmade Italian shoes
Yes, take them off, right here in the street
Don't ague with me!

You submit and obey
Not knowing why
You are my slave

Peel off those long thin black dress socks
Feel the pavement under your
Smooth, clean white feet
For the first time

Leave your former shoes to
Cry for their former owner
Some panhandler will grab them
and give them a very different life

Now walk into the cheap barber shop
And tell the barber to shave your head
Yes - all of your hair

That full head of thick corporate hair
Falling to the floor in a pile of silver silk
As the barber hides his laughter

Now walk barefoot and bald
in your $3000 pinstriped business suit
and your silk tie and cufflinks and starched white shirt
and cashmere overcoat

Walk barefoot though the financial district
Everyone will stare
Your colleagues and friends and competitors will laugh
As dust collects on your smooth, supple clean white soles

Destroy your privilege
Cut all ties
Burn your bridges
But first cross over to the other side
Become an outsider

Barefoot bald and humiliated

You can start again
Cassidy Vautier Aug 2015
you are talking
you are crying
and you are wishing
i was there

i am sitting
i am watching
and of the matter
i am aware

but im stuck
inside this body
that cannot convince itself
to care

theres a melancholy in the room
a blackness to his stare
letting me know
that he is not completely there
IsReaL E Summers Jul 2015
"Something outside the realm of  the natural;
and, the super-natural"
Rough quote/could be wrong
^-^ sorry
(Random-epic-vocab)
IsReaL E Summers Jul 2015
Made up of "what if"s'
Confusion and twists...
You are chaos and death
But defeated none-the-less
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