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  Jan 2016 Phoenix
Shay
I miss the little girl you used to be,
you're now just a shell of who I used to see.

Your eyes used to twinkle as you found something funny,
but now they are dead and you barely smile, honey.

You used to dream the impossible and had hope in your heart,
but I've seen the way the world broke you - now destruction is your art.

You couldn't be protected from the evil presence,
so you escape reality with the drugs that give you pleasance.

You used to cry when you grazed your knees on the floor,
but now you don't even flinch when you cut your wrists to the core.

You used to ask why people would want to die,
but now you understand all too well as you lay in bed and cry.

You used to pretend tic tacs were medicine as you popped them on your tongue,
but now you sit with hundreds of pills in your hand wondering whether life is worth it; you're only young.

You used to be full of life and enjoyed most of your days,
but now you're dead behind your mask and you're always in a daze.

He may have won the last eleven battles as you tried to end your life,
but I am telling you that you will win this war this time and above him you shall rise.

I miss the little girl you used to be,
you're now just a shell of who I used to see.
Phoenix Dec 2015
Borders
Segregation and isolation
Exclusion and division
Those who are different
Are thrown in a category
Do you have money?
Come over here.
Do you do drugs?
Go over there.
I don't even know. Write a poem about borderlands. These could be real or metaphorical, personal or global or universal or fantastical. What about when someone claims their personal space and you have to cross their borderland? What about borders between countries or cultures? What about crossing the borders between expectations? Hmm... And, in case you want a parameter, no line can be longer than three words.
  Dec 2015 Phoenix
axr
and now the four of us
are like strangers.
with our secrets,we don't let them look past the curtains.
we smile for the pictures and act like we're perfect.
  Dec 2015 Phoenix
Emma Kolditz Jensen
Thank you for always being here,
when I needed you the most.
When I asked you to come over,
you were there in a matter of minutes and most days,
you even brought your best friend Anxiety,
so we wouldn't be alone.
Some days,
you asked if you could stay over,
because you were all alone and really needed a hug.
My reply was a of course,
I know how it feels like to be alone in this world.

But now,
now you will not leave,
no one else wants you and I'm stuck here with you in my bedroom.
I don't remember how it felt like,
before you came around and it is like having a best friend you just can't be apart from.
It is weird because sometimes I hate you,
other times I can't live without you.
You can make me feel so important,
yet so dead and I wish I did not have to say this,
but dear Depression,
I think it is time for you to leave.

(e.k.j.)
Phoenix Dec 2015
I think I love him
                                                            ­But he won't love you
He makes me so giddy
                                                           ­ He has to hate you
But he says he loves me
                                                            H­e is lying
No, he can't be
                                                            O­h, but he is
Everything is so passionate though
                                                          ­  To YOU it is
To HIM is is. He said so.
                                                            ­He thinks you are ugly
I know I am ugly
                                                            ­He thinks you are fat
No! He wants me to eat more
                                                            ­Because he needs a reason to leave.
But he hates it when I starve
                                                          ­  "You are a fat *****. Bye"
He would never call me a *****!
                                                          ­  How do you know?
Because we talk!
                                                           ­ About serious things?
No...
                                                  ­          See what I am saying?
Yeah, but--
                                                           ­ *No buts. He hates you.
Check out the colors of the year from Pantone, the people who decide such things. Here are Serenity and Rose Quartz. Write a two column poem – one for each color. Your columns could play off each other or be separate, or maybe they could be a conversation. They could read vertically only, or vertically and horizontally.
Phoenix Dec 2015
Play ball!
It is in your court
will you aim for me
or try to trick me?
My heart is in your hands
and you need to decide what to do with it.
Write a poem around the topic of Play Ball. This could be about baseball or it could be about another sport or it could be about a more metaphorical type of ball playing. Optional parameter: write your poem in four stanzas of no more than 9 lines each (4 bases, 9 innings – baseball’s my game) or 9 stanzas of 3 lines each (9 innings, 3 outs)...and oh, you could even make that terza rima! Serious poetry chops there -- Dante would for sure give you a thumbs up. (See below for more on that rhyme scheme.
Phoenix Dec 2015
How to be a great tweaker

1) Go get some drugs
2) Don't take them yet
3) Go get some tweaker friends
4) Go get some snacks and take a shower
5) Put on clean clothes
6) Go to a tweaker friend
7) Give them the drugs
8) Walk over to a light post
9) Give it one dollar
10) Go eat that food
THE END.
No clue. Write a How-To poem. Write a poem instructing someone how to do something – could be something you know how to do very well (I can bake a great loaf of bread) or could be something you have no idea how to do and are working out the steps toward (Fixing a hard drive is beyond me) or it could be something completely imagined. Consider writing the poem as a series of numbered steps with no step being longer than 2 lines
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