C: Favorites

Dec 2016 C

K G

There's a war through the kitchen and out by the lake
Close the door, let my footwear flick off the roof
Determined to get rid of the dust from my eye
I'll go for a swim, think, and ****** a gaze
Of gusts of wind that would impair my stride
If that spider happens to bite on the thigh
I'd use my left hand as cannonballs
And a pill to reality as my right

KG

#adventure #leave #pill #pioneer

Dec 2016 C

There Will Be a Time When I'll Die, But Now Is The Exact Time

Dec 2016 C

K G

There Will Be a Time When I'll Die, But Now Is The Exact Time

You're a lost parcel in the flooded, leafy, obsolete box
That's likely tumbling down a peak into a pit of despair
Acknowledge that your lifespan is a mangled square
You're clung onto cardboard walls with fear daubed
To believe in luck is to loosen your wholesome grip
With the weight of the bible's fibs to fist your lips

It all started with closed lips and a slit in my gut telling me that you really didn't know me the whole time, I had to convince myself that its because i'm still discovering myself but if they opened they'd ****** you in like black holes
You're in a head much larger than mine, in a reverse of the times but holding onto your childish passions that's earning our lost and empty world to flatten left by famine and a fake embrace so you'd have excursions and new games to employ sermons that only repeat "I'm not your friend, I'm your father".

It was then I realized you were not from my world. You're not human at all.
KG

#end #world #earth

Dec 2016 C

De Beauvoir town

Dec 2016 C

John Edward Smallshaw

De Beauvoir town

Shopworn
and
spoiled
second-hand
and
soiled
it's all we can
afford.

We're no more the master
we've
become slower not faster

the irregularities of an age.

A Dallas theatre is always
that near to you
and
a rifle shot cracks open the air.

And I'm always amazed when
I gaze at the stars
but
they take no notice of me.

Cheap's the new
leap of faith
and the mantra
to help you keep face.

Dec 2016 C

Back Pocket

Dec 2016 C

MarcellinaGrace

Back Pocket

Decor

Palms for when you don't know what to do with your hands

A ****** in hopes for spontaneous passion

A wallet to keep on your person

A lighter for a smoke or in case you hear a favorite song

Tangible

Not hopes and dreams

Or something that is failing at the seams

Never an emotion

To be kept away

Like a secret

In a pocket it will stay

Nor an idea if someone

Just in case...

A heart does not belong in this place

We are intangible

As if we block it

Not in a back pocket

#poem #poetry #life #amwriting #poetryporn #backpocket

Dec 2016 C

2050

Dec 2016 C

Brett Palmero

2050

New Mazdas flying overhead
The air is clean and clear
Worries of pollution dead
This world is full of cheer
A world for us to thrive
What a time to be alive

On the ground we bled
Around us is only fear
Nuclear waste where we tread
Death in our atmosphere
Why did the missiles arrive?
What a time to be alive

The sidewalk moves me along
To my new job downtown
Birds chirping their song
To the cities bustling sound
Around only clean cars drive
What a time to be alive

All our decisions were wrong
Our wars ruptured the ground
Left are only the strong
Even so life is barely found
It's been this way since I was five
What a time to be alive

The day ends as I go to dinner
The people around me joyful
And all we have to consider
Is how we to make our bellies full
Into our meal we dive
What a time to be alive

Every day we grow thinner
The dirt I have to eat is awful
Punishments for us as sinners
Humans, the environment culls
For the earth that died
What a time to be alive

I leave the table, answer my phone
My wife asks when I'll be back
Broken is the cleaning drone
I tell her, "After dinner with Jack"
Thankful for my beautiful bride
What a time to be alive

At first I believed I was alone
But in the darkness I hear a crack
All I imagine is my tombstone
As my death waits in the black
No where for me to hide
What a time to be alive

The night ends, and I pay
I walk home and think
About how it got this way
No more is hate's stink
All that's left is love's order
A world of hope and wonder

The night ends, and I pray
No more living at the brink
Why does it have to stay
A place of darkness' ink
Where all that's left are monsters
A world of misery and terror

A poem for a contest about what I think 2050 will be like. It's about two possible extremes of the future. One of a perfect society where there is no pollution and all we have to worry about is how we'll fill our next day with happiness. The other future is one of nuclear fallout where our wars tore the earth apart and all we do is rot. Each stanza switches between the two worlds.

#love #sin #war #pain #future #hope #new #wonder #terror #fallout

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