Where there is no comfort of inclusion.
Mr T for Texas
Mr T for Texas
Oct 2, 2012

Out here on the fringe of reality,
Where there is no comfort of inclusion.

attempted inclusion?
Sandra C
Sandra C
Oct 26, 2013

why am i
so alone
in the midst of
attempted inclusion?

and why
am i
satisfied by it?

please
leave me

alone

The one who desires inclusion. - E
Thomas Key
Thomas Key
Sep 1, 2013

Why are there so many beautiful ones.

There is the one who speaks in stripes. - J
The one who works with strides. - L
The one who knows with stares. - A
The one who reads with care. - R
The one with flaring red hair. - F
The one who smiles with confusion. - H
The one who desires inclusion. - E
The one who usually makes the wrong choice. - K
The one with the extremely beautiful voice. - G

Worn.
Short.
Sharp.
Zune.
Con.
Park.
NC.
Bands.
Slots.
Patiently longing for an inclusion,
Simon Clark
Simon Clark
Aug 31, 2012

Standing in the silence of loneliness,
I ponder a life with others,
A day in the sun with friends,
With family and lovers,
But instead i wait patiently,
Patiently longing for an inclusion,
Far away from my...
....
...
...seclusion.

written in 2011
able designs eyeing towards Yellow book inclusion,
sarah gentry

Russian black grass and an ornate pattere  garden
pheasants basking in uncertainty
culpable designs eyeing towards Yellow book inclusion,
asks more than the obelisks shadows casting down the acers,
the mia crocus still a red mist
before laying the asphalt driveway.

desperation for inclusion
May
May
Mar 14, 2013      Mar 15, 2013

in the past
lies pain
and in our pain
lies the ruin
that is longing

we take our moments
of clarity and replace them
with syllables to describe
what cries inside us

plights of solitude
tail us in our
desperation for inclusion
collide with memories
dragging our eyes
to the backs of our heads
inducing dreams
and dread
and emptiness
unparalleled

sick, one shouldn’t be grateful for the inclusion.  there’s a shit son in all o
Barton D Smock
Barton D Smock
Jul 16, 2013

younger times, I’d lose some of my hair when bathing the sick.  now older, I am not a private person.  I foresee helping father with his winter gloves and him thinking I’ve returned his hands.  if sick, one shouldn’t be grateful for the inclusion.  there’s a shit son in all of us.

Pinioned by inclusion;
Bennett
Bennett
Feb 27

The soothsayer only smiles and whispers,
stays anticipation and decays til you kiss her.

Leaning in:

Posture is, as much as
a broken back,
lacking.

Caught,
stiff and bare,
in a stare.
"I'm not acting,"

I'm retracting my opinions
backtrack to begin again.
Pinioned by inclusion;
on the right foot, left
to my conclusions.

If it's a game,
then i'm losin'.

The inclusion
rachel
rachel
Aug 7

No one on the inside understands the pain of being on the outside

The exclusion

The inclusion

It all hurts someone
Somewhere

There is something that hurts us all

The one thing that unites us is that we are misunderstood
Yet we misunderstand others
We fight for spots in a group as if it were a competition
Just to be happy

But my happiness shouldn't be determined by my popularity
I shouldn't be out here
Just watching

Of inclusion which acquires an uncanny capacity
Edgar Whitman Wilde

I hear a whisper on a spirits curve

In vast isolation's of exaggerated stresses

Become touched with fire

My mind adrift with a beautiful squandering

Of inclusion which acquires an uncanny capacity

To breed, to reproduce to have floatations

Such flotillas of words that sail across my horizon

An armada of silent sound for such as is their rebirth

These whispered words that dot my waves

And leave my lashes blinking at their boldness

For they are the words, they are, they are the words

 
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