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Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Kally

shoulders are hunched but heart is strong
and you can never take away the relief
of knowing how to cause my own pain
and knowing how to pick myself back up
afterwards

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

All I Need to Know

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Phoenix93

All I Need to Know

I'm not gonna lie. I feel like that was a mistake..
To stir up all that ****, and to promptly run away.

Maybe I was a little hasty; should've given it more thought.
Maybe I should've remembered the past; all the lessons it taught.

But do I reach out and admit it? Or continue on as is...
Do I ask you for help? Or keep struggling within....

How do I tell the others that I've pushed you out and hidden?
They'd know it was a bad idea without knowing any of what I've written.

Can I even say I'm sorry, confused, lost, and need help?
I'm not sure I can even admit it to you. Much less, to myself.

I want to be ten feet tall and bullet proof. But deep down, I know I can't.
I want to be a testament to His love and mercy. Deep down, I feel I can't.

Help? Please? I know that I was wrong. I didn't need to go..
I'm just so confused. But I know you can help. And that's all I need to know.

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Fever

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Emily Tyler

Fever

It got so high
Yesterday
That at first
My mom told me that
I just didn't have to do my homework.

99.4

I lay in bed
And cocooned in covers
Because
My skin was warm
But my blood felt like
Liquid polar bear.

99.9

I got bored.

100.3

My mom took my temperature.

101.4

She ran a bath
And the thought
It would be smart
To make it
Feel
Like
Liquid
Polar bear
Again.

102.2

Mom says I hummed.
So she thought I was
Better.
I got out of my
Liquid
Polar
Bear
Tub.

101.7

I climbed back into bed.

102.5

Mom got on a work call.

102.8

I fell asleep.

103.1

My heart rate went down.

103.4

I woke up.

103.6

I

103.7

Couldn't

103.8

Breathe

104.1

104.1

104.1

But mom was on her work call.

No, chill, I'm fine. I just had the flu and I woke up and we went to the doctor and you don't actually die until like after 105. But I was literally writing my will and thinking about how I couldn't sing my dad Peter and the Wolf one more time. Haha.

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Nightmare Blades

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Trevor Gates

Nightmare Blades

Blood within the walls
Not knowing if you’re really here
Twisting, turning in your sleep
In your bed watching shadows creep.

Metal claws scrape
Giving chills down your spine
Demons laughing as you fall
In a Hell where they’re the Law

Fast pumping veins
Insane
Clown’s evil games
Will reign
Mother always said
In bed
With maggots in your head

Nightmare blades
Cutting my mind in half
Nightmare Blades
Pushing me through the glass
See no, hear no
Evil
Feel me, fear me
Now.

Numb to the touch
Desire spreads like a disease
Satisfy your taste of it
Just another throat to slit

Disappear with needles
Grasping death at hand
And ending to another life
Upon the stroke of midnight

Screaming and moaning
Knowing
Spiders are crawling
Falling
Giving me signs
Of my
Devils in disguise

I’m closing my eyes
To hide what I see inside
Iron chains of order
Black wings of sulfur

Let me go, let me go
Entity of my mind
But there’s no way to escape
As the evil delivers fate

Hands and faces
Erases
Comfort and light
From sight
Forgetting my name’s
The same
As fueling the flames.

Nightmare blades
Cutting my mind in half
Nightmare Blades
Pushing me through the glass
See no, hear no
Evil
Feel me, fear me
Now.

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

A Mother’s Mother

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Michael S Davis

A Mother’s Mother

I think of a special lady, who has gone to her reward,
Who led a life of faithful love and service to her Lord.
She loved you and cared and clothed you and fed,
And spanked and tucked you into bed;
Then helped you be faithful with your own,
Until now your children’s children are grown.
When one thinks about such things, only a superlative will do
She’s a Mother’s Mother and she taught you well, for you are now one, too.

©2003 Michael S Davis

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

midnight strolling

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

k

midnight strolling

it smells like rain
out tonight
and i've never loved
the stars this much

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Point not made.

Apr 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Socally Picter

Point not made.

Give me a lie I'll hold it close.
A lovely fib is better than silence.
But then again I did wake up this morning.
My poetry became English's drunk Uncle.
Perverse as a God being born from Facebook.
North Dakota man without a sense of Wintermas.
Lights made the eyes so black and hollow.