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 Aug 2015 Peanut
Jellyfish
Pink and said to be mean
Your tentacles tend to scare me
You're often alone, are you lonely?
Drymonema larsoni... don't worry
We can be friends, just don't sting me..

Native to the Mediterranean, Caribbean, and The Gulf of Mexico..
Searching for Moon Jellies and feasting once they're found
They wrap their tentacles around- them and drag them in
What a cruel fate? you may think that but we do the same thing.
 Aug 2015 Peanut
lucy winters
I enjoy distance
Long drives with no destination
Music blaring,  miles growing

I enjoy distance
Long walks to nowhere
The peace calms my restless soul

I enjoy distance
Little steps each day
Away from difficult situations

I enjoy distance
Between people and places
And me

I enjoy distance
It gives perspective
Emancipation

I enjoy distance
I also enjoy coming home
When distance has run its course
A spirited moon
   'neath furtive glances,
      anguished of despair
looked upon hushed
  entangled constellations
      and heeded a warning,
for he knew well of lavishing
    recherché intricacies,
mattered naught how exquisite
  nothing lasting could come
    of liaisons's effusive grandeur,
       'tween clandestine stargazers
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Joe Cole
Hope
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Joe Cole
A strip of barren land
Stark, forbidding
But I sat there and watched a flower grow
Bringing a bright splash of colour
To this dead land
Bringing a bright splash of hope
To a world sinking into the darkness
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Anna
One who longs too much
        who romanticizes too often
        who dreams impossible dreams*

yet

when faced with reality
retreats to the dark corner
alone
silently
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Madeysin
XXX
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Madeysin
***
It always ends in ****, because the walls can't speak the honesty you need. Somehow you find the gratifying affection in watching other people make uncultured love in unkept sheets. We call this cycle, good enough. As our hollow hearts beat harder. Mass production of media, easily prescribed as a fault of technology. Mass media production is a man made reduction of ourselves behind glass emotions. Sickening potions, as you hit delete history. From your phones memory, but not yours kid.
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Alice Baker
If there were words for this
Perfect words for this feeling
Then maybe there'd only be one
Poem, song, book, film
But there are no words
To describe this burning absence.
So I'll write another poem
About you.
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Mikaila
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 Jul 2015 Peanut
Mikaila
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Nowadays I know
That I still exist
Even when you don't say goodnight.
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Alice Baker
I've fallen hopelessly in love with self destruction.
Every warning I hear is a cheer.
Send my regards to redemption
Cause my destiny has been written on a block of cement
Tossed into the bluest depths
I'll greet rock bottom with a kiss
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Alice Baker
You are just a cloud
To distract me from the sky
If love was ever cruel enough
To tease the sun
You would be the one
To get burnt.
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