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 Feb 2016 Aroody
Ashley
When people look at me
I wonder what they say
But maybe I am better off
Not knowing, in this way

They tell us go to school
Better yourself this way
But how am I gaining
When I lose myself each day

Walking through the halls
Whispers can be heard
School can be torture
If you are deemed a nerd

Bullying free zone
That's what the teachers say
They don't see it as it happens
But we see it every day

What if I could just end it
One girl asks on the brink
As she picks up her razor
And sits down on the sink

A second and I'll be done
Never to hear again
The question isn't "Will it happen?"
It should just be "When?"

So if you see a person
Sitting there alone
Sit down right beside them
Show them that they're known
Bullying happens, just let someone know that they are not alone...
 Feb 2016 Aroody
Ignatius Hosiana
The more I read
the less I felt dead
 Feb 2016 Aroody
brandon nagley
Beaugelic quempress,
A Serentifying archipelago
We shalt repose; nearby a
Bryefire, burning liquid's
Of scented rose. Gardenia
Perfume, to sheen ourn
Outer layer's; scribing
Of the almighty, inscribed
Into ourn conscious, galaping
Another's inviting. Extraciting-
Anjarising, O' flambustic passing;
Her cherithronius' marble foundation,
Hast given me solid ground, wherein
I heareth the most karstrett of once was
Lost, now found. Darshaying in Romanticism's
Prism; making drum beat's to **** street's,
And archaic rhythm's.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Beaugelic- is a word I made up. It means ( beautiful and angelic)
Quempress- another word I made,,, ( means queen and empress) .
Serentifying means- serenity sanctifying ( word I made up) also means calm and holy).
archipelago means- a group of islands..,
Repose means - rest.
Bryefire means- a bright fire... ( a word I made up to)(^~^)
Scribing means ( writing) archaic form.
Inscribed means- carved.
Galaping means- staring intensely at another, as if today's our last day on earth,( a word I made up) (^~^)....
Extraditing means- extra exciting. ( word made by me)
Anjarising- means angel rising ( word made by me)“ψ(`∇´)ψ
flambustic- a hot flame no one can cross,but two soulmates...( word made by me)
cherithronius ( means cherubic like throne, or cherubs throne, I mean her cherub like throne.) Word I made up.
karstrett- is another word I made. It means musical terms meaning ( the most reverberating beauty of sound, that is from the firmament.)
Darshaying- another word I made. That means ( cuddling like children) “ψ(`∇´)ψ.
 Feb 2016 Aroody
bones
Stories...
 Feb 2016 Aroody
bones
Falling leaves hurry to gather
at one worn headstone after another
like a funeral party uncertain where
lies the lost loved one it grieves;;

Time and wind tug on the memory
left in this absent minded cemetery
no one comes visit but weather and me
and the dead lying under the trees

have stories nobody can read.
 Feb 2016 Aroody
GaryFairy
blind
 Feb 2016 Aroody
GaryFairy
sometimes more time is all I find
deep inside these insides of mine
I look to the sky wide eyed
if I could fly I might defy my kind

I search for my sight, I can't find
any kind for these eyes of mine
those lies that I lied beside
come back to bite me from behind

the vines entwine inside my mind
climbing toward some kind of sign
I find myself when I hide
if I saw the light, i might go blind
going to edit this later
 Feb 2016 Aroody
Holey
This where I lie
All because I tried
Which will be on my mind
Till the day you die
-
I await your fall
And get ready to crawl
Into your vengeful dreams
-
I sit here and wait
For the upcoming date
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock.
And it never came.
 Feb 2016 Aroody
david mungoshi
squinting up the leaves of the bountiful tree
i espied a mango ripe and soft with goodness
as the sun came gently filtering through
aloft the wings of a little fellow with a long beak
and a brisk song to celebrate dinner found
my feathered visitor hovered above the vintage prize
and as his thirsty proboscis drilled the succulent mango
the warm enticing juice, natural and healthy as ever,
drip-settled in the base of my hungry open eye
i thought i heard a flourish in the triumphant bird-song
such as one at the fall of a big wicket; and
in that slow-motion moment, i knew: the mango was his,
and it'd now be eat and let eat, till the last delectable mango
wasn't so final a version after all, BUT THIS ONE IS. NOW HAS THE FEEL, POISE AND BALANCE THAT I WAS SEARCHING FOR
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