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 Mar 2015 AB
Mike lowe
Growing Up
 Mar 2015 AB
Mike lowe
We swept our dreams under the floor mat as we stomped our way out the door.
We ran with the moment and dragged our hopes through the mud. We all wanted to be something great when we were younger.
We got older and forgot how to live younger. We forgot how to live! We learned about bills and forgot how to smile.
We traded cartoons for newspapers, bicycles for cars, fun for misery, friends for cell phones.
Our happiness is now based on the amount of money in our pocket. We don't have a "crush" anymore we have a one night stand. We don't reach for the stars anymore because it seems like its always cloudy.
Your body will inevitably get old but you can stay young in your mind forever.
We were superheroes that traded in our capes for a nine to five.  We were everything we could have ever of been.
Nothing was out of reach. We have all just stacked bills and our daily stress in front of that door. Break it down and live your dreams.
So let me ask again, what do you want to be when you grow up?
 Mar 2015 AB
lulu
Untitled
 Mar 2015 AB
lulu
If you aren't supposed to search for love,
then how do you know you've found it?
 Feb 2015 AB
Jamie King
Benign, benevolent ballerina bubbly bathing by beautiful blossoming balsams.

A gander I took and I was a statue, still, allured, and enchanted. my lips basted by beauty, before her I was an apparition, lost in forests of adulation.

A vanishing spirit soon to be a vestige of a vestige. I shall wage wars, arm myself and battle my way to her hands that can melt the glaciers residing in my heart.
What if I said public speaking.. mhhhh enjoy.
 Feb 2015 AB
Oli Nejad
Friends,
Think not of terror in the night
Of wayward wandering careless fright.
Think not of hatred in the morn,
Of owness lost and past left scorn.
Think not of guilts
Dead to the wind,
Think not of ills
You've beaten still.
Think not of the spectres of your mind,
Of days destroyed, of thought decline.
Think not of angels
Escort the dead.
Think not of challenges, haunt ahead.
Think not of blanket
Bleaching sorrow.
Think not of heartache soared tomorrow.
Think not of panic in the dark,
Of where your friends and foes reside,
Of what they say or what they mind,
Or whether they think you cruel or kind.
Think instead,
Of all you are.
Of where you've come from,
Crawled this far.
Think of your talents,
Of your shine,
Think of the world in terms of rhyme.
Think not of fear, of mindless dread, of panic ransacked
Quaking head.
Think all too clear of love itself.
Of simple life in raging health.
Never question what you are,
But freely count the fading scars.
Question malice, idle, stubborn, judging hearts,
Question tired cynics,
Mouthing barbs to better grow into themselves,
Question injustice, and condemn to swell
All those who'd dare
To make you shrink into a lesser, hardened shell.
Never wind your steps back over tread,
Already stepped.
Hold firm and fast
White knuckle raging burning grasp
Your fingers to the rail
And grimace menace
To all that failed


To break you.
 Jan 2015 AB
Danielle Barlow
There is something strangely beautiful
about the way the snow falls.
As it drifts slowly to the ground,
it does not make a single sound.

There is something strangely beautiful
about the way the rain falls.
Drops of water plummeting to the earth,
leaving behind the hope of new birth.

There is something strangely beautiful
about the way a kingdom falls.
Everything you know quietly shatters,
leaving even your hopes in tatters.

There is something strangely beautiful
about the way the world falls.
To be honest I don't even know what this is about.  It just kinda happened..
 Dec 2014 AB
skyblueandblack
when you break the heart of one who loves you
you destroy the home in which you were living

amidst the rubble and the dirt,
the eyes water and sting
from the dust

Rebuilding takes time,
and a resilient will,
because the foundation has to be made stronger,
more authentic..
marble and ceramic and crystal chandeliers
to catch the light

and you are no longer a welcomed guest


http://skyblueandblack.com/2014/04/30/when-you-break-the-heart-of-one-who-loves-you/
 Dec 2014 AB
Day
There are galaxies in my throat
all named after you.
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