Do you
breath oxygen
cry when in pain
smile if happy
laugh when you hear something funny
dance while listening to music alone
If so then so do I
Do you
Dream of better things
hope for change
fall in to a category
If so then so do I
Which are you
Crazy, weird, normal
straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender
male, female, other
English, Asian, Mexican, Other
the only category that counts is that you are an Earthling
you were born here
might even die here
but so was I
so will I
The things that are important to you
are important to me
Love, hope, family etc
you are an Earthling
so am I
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Glass press, to face and chest;
Bless the fresh new faces met,
Lest pleasant stings, with thoughtful crests
Of white breasted shores, drive thee to bet.
Wander old reminiscent highways,
Find blessed staring people there
Enjoying timid byways
With bronze and gorgon hair.
A mare lunar darkness
Dribbles from their glaring sight;
These good people with blue starkness
Emanating from their pupil light.
I see them now with faces, freshest faces
All anew; the thoughtful ones cry naked,
The new ones sigh to you.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
i am in love with you.
but you are poison.
i can never breathe as i stand
next to do,
fluttering my eyelashes
but not being able to see
because the poison you
bleed has clouded my vision.
i am in love with you
but you are not in love with me.
HOW COULD YOU
DO THIS
YOU ARE POISON
AND I HATE YOU SO MUCH
THAT ALL I THINK OF IS YOU
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES THERE IS YOU
AND YOU ARE
SLOWLY KILLING ME
BUT I CAN'T GET OUT OF THE
DEADLY CYCLE BECAUSE
I AM ATTRACTED TO YOU,
LIKE A MAGNET.
you will slowly eliminate me
like a contestant on your favorite gameshow,
until i am no more than
nothing
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
This stress goes on,
I can't remember what happiness is supposed to feel like.
Neither the cranium, the heart,
so I can just pretend.
To sound optimistic after
saying hi after a while.
But I can only protect myself.
Can never be used.
So to those who got everything.
The pictures are all around.
I'll get my happiness back someday.
I'll smile without cringing afterwards,
and laugh without going insane.
I may be different.
I am no harm.
I am glad you have your happiness still
since when it comes to moving on
you have it easy.
I do not. I don't forget.
I remind myself
then I hate myself.
But why do I get the hate?
Don't I deserve to be happy again?
Give it back to me right now.
But you can't.
Only I can be the director of my feelings.
And I will cast my happiness
back in my play.
And my life will not be a drama of hurt
but a drama and comedy of
where I deserve to be
and what I work hard for.
Thus not earned,
but taken.
Happiness is deserved by all
and can't be bought.
So think of what is there.
Smile.
I'm going to be happy. :)
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
He is an ugly man,
hard to
connect with.
he gets neglected,
or plain rejected,
he doesn't see
what really matters
He is a catcher, angry at batters.
A man to avoid, a man who is better,
he does not fulfill any need, hopeless by
greed and troubled by green.
The last day he was seen,
he carried a stone, to resemble his heart
when he fell apart.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
“Each broken promise is a blackout star” said he
“The light goes on” said she
“Too many, too close, to who?” Thought he
Tuesday came unannounced and declared its importance
ushering hours, sweeping boredom
Tuesday left unnoticed
“Letter by letter, what good your words have done?” said she
“I lie to protect, to protect from sheer ignorance” said he
“Acceptance, For the highest bidder!” said she
O Foster child of infinite dreams
The mind shivers
This is water, and that’s a stream
Certainty, but up to a degree
“Dictate the mind, and the heart will flee” said he
“I reside in paintings and leave hints in old ink” said she
“Seek shelter at the nearest heart” thought he
the rhymes dwell,
between two red cheeks
And the name is spelled
so the face can melt
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
I hate you girl.
And I will never say
I think about you so much
Its funny how
I fell for you
But at the same time
I hate you
I always said
You were perfect to me
But you weren't
You were ugly
My friends said
You were the best
But they lied,
You weren't worth it.
People said
I still love you, but
I loved you.
(Read from bottom to top)
By Moore Dagogo-Hart.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Miles and borders
wedges
Wanderlust children
locked in the Sun's hula hoop
claim visions of sugarplum prairies
Downplayed mountains
speckle the globe
like tectonic acne
Topography's tease
The paper was so promising
Dimensions spawn
in the tatters of ambition
like fused particles of
colloquial bridges
Keyboards sprout vocal chords
and philosophies huddle under
shy amusement
humming to the hymn of a discovery
wrapped up in the chords
of enraptured choirs of fingertips
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Just to **** people off,
to tell them I write.
I wrote a poem last night,
you might not know, but
it's called being productive.
Ever heard of being productive?
You piece of horse manure.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC