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Jul 2013 nicole smith

Marina Rose

I've got a handbag full of stanzas
with your name all over them.

By the end of each week
I've crushed every word
into dust
and I watch from my window
as the crumbs rise
to form the milky way
(your favorite).

As the ruins ascended
through the layers of atmosphere,
they lost all consistency.
To you, they were minute flecks of gold
sparkling in the sky.

I linger on the impolite outskirts
of wishing-wells
and for each coin that ebbs to the floor,
I surrender another page to you.

And who knows,
maybe this complex is not complex at all
- a simple thread needing to be scored,
or maybe that
would be the end of me.

For all I know,
you're made of smoke and mirrors;
I could only hope for such a mild disease.

Jul 2013 nicole smith

It is Growing up

Jul 2013 nicole smith

Lacey Danielle

It is Growing up

It is Remembering
When you layed in Daddy's lap
Nestled in his arms
He seems to free the world from harm.
It is Seeing
Passed the perfection
ugly, too big, or not good enough
You hate yourself and darling you're too rough.
It is Realizing
Fairytales don't come true
You don't beleive in anything
Back then you believed in everything.
It is Emotions
Changing from carefree to worry
Thinking too much or not at all
What once could slay dragons, now feel much too small.

LDW

Jul 2013 nicole smith

Think about it.

Jul 2013 nicole smith

christina s

Think about it.

I think about it now and then
How it all happened and how it will end
I consider a point from one side to the other
I think of the words we say to each other
Hello and bye and how they formed
Nature, the heavens, and trembling storms
The touch of dawn, that hint of dusk
Birth and death though still unjust
The wanted truth, the horrid lies
How something may appear or its disguise
So think about it now and then but know that somehow it will all end.

Hi. So I also have a poem called "Reality" and "Words"so check those out if you want to. :)

Jul 2013 nicole smith

Why me?

Jul 2013 nicole smith

April Caddigan

Why me?

I don't want to be
pushed aside
shoved away
where no one can find me.

I don't want to be
the odd man out
the one forgotten
left alone to think

Why is it always me
pushed aside
shoved away
so no one can find me?

Why do I have to be
the odd man out
the one forgotten
always left alone to think?

Why is it always me?

Jul 2013 nicole smith

The Bells

Jul 2013 nicole smith

Anne Sexton

The Bells

Today the circus poster
is scabbing off the concrete wall
and the children have forgotten
if they knew at all.
Father, do you remember?
Only the sound remains,
the distant thump of the good elephants,
the voice of the ancient lions
and how the bells
trembled for the flying man.
I, laughing,
lifted to your high shoulder
or small at the rough legs of strangers,
was not afraid.
You held my hand
and were instant to explain
the three rings of danger.

Oh see the naughty clown
and the wild parade
while love love
love grew rings around me.
this was the sound where it began;
our breath pounding up to see
the flying man breast out
across the boarded sky
and climb the air.
I remember the color of music
and how forever
all the trembling bells of you
were mine.

Jul 2013 nicole smith

Both heaven and hell are here on Earth

Jul 2013 nicole smith

AM

Both heaven and hell are here on Earth

I sit nudged between two apartment buildings
A light snow dusts me
And I do my best to cover the patches of skin peeking from my jeans and the rapidly freezing toes that have escaped my weathered shoes
I am broken and bleeding
Day after day no one glances my way
With anything but pity
Or disgust
The life I was given has turned its back on me
And misfortune after misfortune
Has left me irreparably broken
My heart torn and shattered
My soul trampled
And through my futile efforts
To repair it
With needles and pipes
I have made this life my hell

I keep my head down as I walk from my apartment building
Shielding my face from the harsh sting of snowflakes
As I hail a passing cab
Through the foggy window I notice the woman
Nudged between my building and the one next door
I glimpse hell every morning in that woman's face
In her translucent skin
And searching gaze
She looks broken and defeated
And I pity her
Because the life I was given came with nothing but good circumstances
I was nurtured and encouraged
And shielded from harm
Through both luck and
Tireless effort
I have made this life my heaven

Jul 2013 nicole smith

give me love (his perspective).

Jul 2013 nicole smith

modelb0nes

give me love (his perspective).

Flowers flew by
as her eyes stared fiercely in mine:
her soul was free
her face was fine;
she ****** the life out of me
though I adored everything about her.
And as she watched the colors
drain from my eyes I watched my love
enter hers.

Jul 2013 nicole smith

Have You ever?

Jul 2013 nicole smith

Rachel scott

Have You ever?

Have you ever wanted something so bad,

Only to find it was never yours.

Have you ever dreamt of something so hard,

Only to find it was just a dream.

Have you ever,

Loved with all your heart,

And not been loved in return?

Have you ever.....

Loved, lived and lost?