of  juxtaposition...
Thinking Out Loud
Thinking Out Loud
Dec 6, 2014      Dec 8, 2014

Her mind
was a universe
of  juxtaposition...
love  hate               heaven  hell
peace    war
  passion  apathy       beauty  ugliness          
fantasty reality
happiness        melancholy
freedom captivity     strength weakness
innocence and guilt

It travelled back and forth
her albatross was a
perpetual quest for balance
other times she was certain
she wouldn't want it
any other way.

Liis Belle
Liis Belle
Jun 22      Jun 22

Where evil lives, goodness thrives
If there’s no dead, there’s none alive
Angels come because demons kill
Peace exists because blood was spilled
If there’s no hate, then there’s no love
If there’s no hell, there’s no heaven above
The same pattern seen repeated here
Do you get it yet? It’s all so clear
That if there’s no you, then there’s no me
So stay, don’t go, for this I plea
Take one step, and I’ll be no more –
Don’t come back, you were so sure
And don’t regret, cause you chose this
You’re not someone I’m going to miss
Oh, that’s a lie, but I don’t care
It was just a silly love affair
But if there’s no pain, then there’s no gain
I’ve walked all year through the pouring rain
Finally now, I see the sun
Back then I lost, but now I’ve won

Sam Ciel
Sam Ciel
Aug 15

Fingers brush
Ephemeral Bliss

See title.
Sep 11, 2014

never cling to anything like your life depended on it;
the complete opposite is true.

Jan 3, 2011

Next to the iPad,
horn rim readers,
a book of postage stamps,
and a rubber eraser.

All rights reserved by the author
Feb 21, 2014      Feb 21, 2014

You may
Whisper lies
The truth
Shines along
Colour changing
Of your
For me
To see.
Observing you
Observing me.

Alex Brown
Alex Brown
Oct 22, 2010

So siplme and sewet
yet so nescesray  
our letters juxtaposed
to make words non-imaginary

we read and define
strive to find the line
Where words stop being words
a literary crime

Our slang, out of control
tongues tangled, terrible truth
Txt spk bcmes natrl
It feels so uncouth

but what’s important is the form
of communication we seek
face to face, heart to heart,
a poem so meek
as to lighten the soul
and give hope to the lost
a poem is best

Been a year.. still cant finish this peom.. what do poems do? anyone?

A bad poem is a bush some fear might harbor thorns
A good one is chicken and readers chew even the bones

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