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 Sep 2014 Aiman
Liza
Untitled
 Sep 2014 Aiman
Liza
I no longer know
whether to drown myself
in heartbreak
in cheap liquor
or in the bath tub.
 Sep 2014 Aiman
Jackeline Chacon
I had a dream of you
Remembering the way you held me

 I had a dream of you
I wonder if it was ever meant to be

I had a dream of you
Smiling at the sound of your voice

I had a dream of you
I apparently have no other choice

 I had a dream of you
A past life that is now just history

 I had a nightmare of you
Why must you be such a mystery?
 Sep 2014 Aiman
Morgan
the cliff
 Sep 2014 Aiman
Morgan
when i was 13,
"if your friends jumped
off a cliff would you?"
was an effortless,
"no"
because when i was 13
the cliff was a tall,
intimidating
piece of land
with a neon sign that said
"impending doom"
lit up at the edge,
but now im 20
and the cliff
comes in glass bottles
and the cliff
comes in thick syringes
and the cliff
is drawn beneath
my skin
in india ink
and down below it,
i can see my home town
and i can hear the patient voices
of the kids i grew up with
that never got out,
shakily shouting
"come down here;
it's easier at the bottom"
and if im being honest
im stumbling toward it
with an alarming
lack of fear
 Sep 2014 Aiman
YoungGentleman17
I guess you gotta be popular for followers
popular for likes
once again i speak of this hatred i cannot fight
we all put our hearts into poetry
yet only the popular people get the likes for what they do

i show people love regardless of how many followers or likes they have
cause i understand that a lot of us wanna be heard
we want the world to know that we are here fighting a battle not yet lost
we post our problems so people can understand that life is no joke
we post about ones we love
from boyfriends girlfriends friends and fam
I only speaking the truth cause thats who i am

we all have the talent to change the world
we all have the talent to be as good as poets like Langston Hughes, Tupac and others as well
im just saying saying it's not the followers and likes that make the poet
only Passion and Desire make real poets
It crazy how we all put ours hearts into our poems and get no feedback
 Sep 2014 Aiman
Erenn
Boxes
 Sep 2014 Aiman
Erenn
Despite its wonders enclosed by fatuous walls
'Boxes' are the entities of our translucent merriment
Creating that canopy out of our prodigious stronghold
We feel unscathed by the demon’s vice
We’re just the same
*As we are  inside
This is from one of my works, 'Mavericks'.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/792751/mavericks/
Remember when you're a kid. Your dad bought a refrigerator or a washing machine. You don't care about those. You just wanna play with those big boxes. Begging your parents not to throw them away. And you make this fort that can protect you from anything, But then you grew up.
After all the pain you 'survived',
you realized you're the BOX.
And you realized that you're the demon too.
Because the truth kills you. And you had enough.
So you can choose to **** the demon or
let it reside in you.
she wasn't much, I barely noticed her.
She almost never talked, but was more of a listener.
she wasn't a head turner but was instead silently beautiful.
She was always pleasant and saw the glass as being half full.
She had eerie long eye lashes like spider webs.
And looked through them with half closed eyelids.
Oh, her sky blue powdered eyelids.
I wonder what she saw behind them.
Because, I know it was more then darkness.
Everything about her excreted light.
I always thought she was harmless.
She was a peacemaker, the first to back out of every fight.
But when you fall in love with her she doesn't provide a harness.
You'll fall hard, but she'll tell you everything will be alright.
And before she left me, I'd never seen a starless night.
She was no one to me, turns out what matters is who you think you are.
I guess in her own mind she knew she was my star.
And I should have known because everything about her excreted light.
She said were as free as birds.
But now I know where as free as Kites.
there's always stings attached.
I realize we weren't the ideal match.
But I hardly knew she was there.
Truthfully, she was the only one I found who even cared.
So I kept her around like a pet..
and so it went,
I never thought she was important.
My view of her was distorted.
She was just the scent in my bed sheets
And the lipstick stain on my cigarettes.
on my dashboard there are footprints.
And i thought 'that's all she is.'
but she was so much more.
she wasn't much..but she was my star.
we all are, stars.
Made of the same matter, both made of the same dust.
I thought we were nothing, i called this lust.
she wasn't as harmless as i thought.
I called her my safety net but I was just another fish in the sea who got caught. Maybe it wasn't lust.
I think
I love her
I think I love her a lot.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
another rambling from a male's point of view i tried to write quickly
before i left for work and forgot
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