Hudson Everett
Oct 10, 2013

I am not sure if I am better off without you
But I know you're better off without me
And that is enough to make me stay away.

Stuart Birnie
Stuart Birnie
Sep 14, 2013

Justify everything



Birds sing

Bells ring

You win

Clarify nothing

Let them all walk blindly

And mindly slow

See all on show

As is my incentive
Twisted Stiches

I can fly no more
My wings are spent
As is my incentive
Mabey its time

To let go of the past
And finally rest
So please catch me
as I fall from this blue sky

no incentive.
Maya Caroline
Maya Caroline
Dec 1, 2012

Standing on the shore
waiting for your return.

Too cold to go in
too scared
no incentive.

Running to the tide
but it always pulls back

before I can

r e a c h

With a crooked, silken smile and an incentive the rose will be 'live.
Oct 4, 2013

†† Dead Roses in her hair,††
Same color as her steady blush;
On her tiptoes, arms extended to be closer to the world, high & wonder less.
She liked moments but loved when they were like this.
Though the rose decayed the thorns remained ever prickly,
Reminding her that she still felt pain.
With a crooked, silken smile and an incentive the rose will be 'live.

tive of insensitive 
needs what kind of incentive?
Julie Butler
Julie Butler
17 hours ago

the representative of insensitive 
needs what kind of incentive?

to be bigger than this 
without risking intention?

i’m wishing she’d listen

how I wish she would l i s t e n 

to the thoughts that i drop 
on her deaf comprehension 

she swallows discretion 

she f o r g e t s to mention 

about her horns that grow thorns 

that envelope her dimensions

Inquiries into legends of incentive for
Jenn Gardner
Jenn Gardner
May 20, 2012

Existing, creating, remaining

In constant correspondence with

Fluorescent phantoms stalking
hypnogogic images of

Past selves spilled upon
A marble plane universe.

Fractals of shattered ether,

Taught not
to touch an all,

Indescribably content with systematically

Despairing hairs,
Rapidly engaging in disengagement.

Division of conscious accessibility,
Lately less than half.

Mundane introductions to despairs,

Rapidly devouring
   The residual stillness.

Folk compilations of concepts fabricating
Inquiries into legends of incentive for

Existing, creating, remaining.

J Colin
Jan 30, 2011

Intend for miracles
end up in tears
Abated of feelings
trials lasting years

I know I simmer
when I slightly stir
But add more flavor
The allspice, life
and try to concur

In its essence
is murmured

Relaxed to dine
and drink fine red wine
exceptional and approachable
with a tight velvety dress

You know you find
uncovered if you try
true lasting impressions
Sloppy kisses
far far far from dry

a pedestal, then wonder why we have no incentive to climb. Build us from a violent genoc
Morgan Hanchulak
Morgan Hanchulak
Apr 3, 2013      Apr 4, 2013

Keep the youth medicated & sedated, then wonder why the literacy rate is doomed to decline. Birth us on a pedestal, then wonder why we have no incentive to climb. Build us from a violent genocide, then wonder why we've got guns pressed under our tongues. Kneel us before the clergy. Strangle us with your rosaries. Brand psalms into our wrists & make laws to control her ovaries. Value groupthink over independent thought & induce aversion to curiosity. Hang us between your revolving doors & shoot nationalism into our veins... Then wonder why we're so addicted to drowning our insides.

make up, even those of a child, are our incentive to move on.
Jul 3, 2013

I always thought that I was a person that just kept on dreaming, without realising them.
In your head the world looks different, you look different.
Things are never what they look like and the theories we make up, even those of a child, are our incentive to move on.

On our way, people constantly tell us to go straight, over the trampled, degenerated grass, that creates a path in the endless obscure field.
Unknowing where it will take us, or who walked it, we begin our journey.
Because if ''they'' knew how to reach the end alive, than we'll survive it too, won't we?

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