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Feb 2015 Andje

The Ghost

Feb 2015 Andje

Joshua Haines

I don't believe in God,
I believe in me.

Because
the only thing
that scares me
more than a God
is myself.

I am
so many people
that I can't even
keep track of
myself.

I am
group-******
ideas, personas,
smiles, images;
fractions of a being.

Phantom in plain sight.

I am a joke.
I am *******.
I make you laugh,
so you can't hear me.
I sell you someone else
so you don't see me
as I stand before you.

I am the ghost.

So, so many
voices
but none of them
are mine.

**** me
to pieces,
then gather
what fits.

It never does.
It never does.

Feb 2015 Andje

Willow

Feb 2015 Andje

it's ok

Willow

It seems I would do anything to feel more alive
They say, I know no one knows me, but they say I can be
Brand new and I can fight, but what the hell am I fighting for?

Feb 2015 Andje

I Think I'll Be Alright

Feb 2015 Andje

it's ok

I Think I'll Be Alright

It's been awhile since I've felt the crushing weight of the world
Imaginary bricks weighing on my ribs
My throat closing in as I stay awake all night again
And shaking as I fall apart,
But surrounded by all of this, I've been able to truthfully say
"I think I'll be alright."

Feb 2015 Andje

The Green Glass Bottle

Feb 2015 Andje

Nirali Shah

The Green Glass Bottle

The gentle green bottle
Filled the space with her soothing light
As she awakened the cat
snoozing over the snoozing dog.
Listening to the wind chime
That chimed along the wind.
Humble yet powerful that she was
Reader of the enclosed mind
The shrink of the depressed
The one that besieges
And yet the one that releases
the truth that hides
behind those moist cherry lips.
Oh the comfort of the green light
Soft enough to filter
The harsh sun rays
Unlike the cruel gaze of uncertainty.
So I lie
In the luminous presence
Of the pacifying green glass
Watching the devil's ivy
Thriving within her gorgeous self.

2nd February,2015

Feb 2015 Andje

I wonder

Feb 2015 Andje

Ember Evanescent

I wonder

I know that you are a poet
I know that I don't matter to you
I know that I didn't really matter to you back then either
But back when I was actually on your mind
When I was under the impression that maybe you cared about me
I wonder if you ever wrote a poem for me?
I sure wrote many for you.
That's all I know.
I'd like to burn them with you now.
Along with all the memories and feelings.

I guess I have always wanted to be important enough to a person to actually be the subject of their poem, because I know I only write poetry about things that really matter to me. I'd like to matter that much to someone. Sometimes I wonder.
I hate you.

#poet #stop #iwonder #didtyou

Jan 2015 Andje

Logophile

Jan 2015 Andje

Nikki Gryphon

Logophile

I am a logophile. A lover of words.
I love words. Language. The way sentences can be constructed and broken down. How you can persuade, intimidate, bribe, barter, bully, influence, tempt, and so on. I love poetry. Slang. Lyrics. Quotes. Phrases. I love the pronunciation of words. The way we can read between the lines. How we can distinguish "Okay" from "ok." from "Kay:)" from "k.". How some words can send shivers down your spine, be it from how they're worded to how they're spoken to who spoke them to what meaning it holds. I love the quiver of the lip when someone says something that hurts. The stammer, the raw emotion, the shake in their voice, the tears that swell up in their eyes.

And I love words even more
when they come from your mouth.

#logophile

Jan 2015 Andje

The Meaning of Life

Jan 2015 Andje

SG Holter

The Meaning of Life

...is the easiest one to answer.
Cry a little.
Love a lot.
Be a little angry,
Then make peace and move on.

Only look back
To enjoy or to learn.
Kick a little.
Hug a lot.
Look for the little things;

There's a god in every detail,
That never demanded your
Faith in it.
Frown a little.
Laugh a lot.

Remember lovers lost
With kindness and gratitude.
Be critical of your memories;
Choose your luggage
With care.

Some things are worth forgetting.
Let them go.
Look a lot. Taste a lot.
Smell a lot.
Close your eyes and

Listen a lot, to your breath
And that of the world.
There's a wonderful lack of
Sense that makes perfect sense,
In everything.

There's meaning in it all.
There's meaning in us all.
The meaning of Life?
To never, ever think you need to
Find it.