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I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
 Mar 2019 Rose Cliff
Bones
Barbie
 Mar 2019 Rose Cliff
Bones
No one wants damaged goods,
No one wants broken love,
No one wants you if you cry.

Barbie doll,
Why are your eyes swollen?
Your cheeks are stained dear
Mascara can’t mask your sadness
People only play with you
Then break you

Barbie doll,
Why are you crying?
Your boy is calling
Answer him you’re clearly dying,
Girly girl live your purpose
Or is that just your coverup?

Barbie girl,
You’re in your plastic world,
Why do you cry
If you’re so perfect?

Perfect people are the same as us
Bones of beauty
Don’t change us,
Prejudice is the same as lying
Barbie girl is just being
True
Barbie Girl
 Mar 2019 Rose Cliff
Warren
Maneater
 Mar 2019 Rose Cliff
Warren
You are the abyss,
Pulling me in with your undiscovered charm,
Flaunting your mystery,
Your will to disarm,
I know nothing good lurks within,
But it seems so much more than where I’ve been.
      
                                                                        wM
 Mar 2019 Rose Cliff
ok okay
The stars didn't align today
I couldn't even see the moon
ima cry
 Mar 2019 Rose Cliff
MicMag
Viral
 Mar 2019 Rose Cliff
MicMag
What's it take
These days

To write a poem

That makes the world go mad
That brings the crowds to their feet
That spreads like wildfire
Through a dry winter forest

Is it those excessively long words?
The ostentatiously loquacious
Platitudinous ramblings
Of an insecure mind aspiring
To authentic intellect?

Is it perhaps...
     the "creativity"
               of      varied      spacing
  or...    could it be..... the lack
                              of capitalization
               the loathsome little letters
               screaming out
                         hey, look at us!
         ... or maybe it's
               the punctuation marks,
     littered, haphazardly
          through the text
                    (whether used correctly)
               or, theyre not?!
     despite worrds mispeled
          and a grammar might is broken
   can these gimmicks increase interest
        though miswritten or misspoken?

Is the trick alliteration
Whose bite brightly bids us
To center on the snappy sounds?
Although all along
     unvoiced underneath
Ideas idle in the isles
   (or perhaps the aisles)
Of the mind
To meld and craft and bind
Our thorough thoughts
And worthy words
Into lines
Which
Heard by herds
Raise the
                  Praise for which we
                  Privately, desperately
                  Pray

Maybe it's a magical mix
Of splendid in-your-head rhythm
Marvelous meter that perfectly clicks
Flowing smoothly without schism

Well-spaced stanzas
Well-used time
Well-crafted phrases
Well-thought-out rhymes

Well, maybe not...
     those gems are often ignored
     cast-aside, unread, even abhorred

Why?

Because the modern world
doesn't need your rules
your restrictions
your regulations
your misguided boundaries
your oppression
your antiquated ideas
   of "the right way"
   to write
   to speak
   to act
   to live
   to (fill in the blank)

No, what the modern world needs
is
Negation!
Contradiction!
Resistance!
Revolt!

And poetry whose words
Say the same thing
Repeat the same meaning
Echo the same lyrics
Rephrase the same thoughts
But in an ever-so-slightly
Different
Varied
Altered
Adjusted
Changed up way

Line
After line
Of synonyms
          over
               and
                    over
                         and
                              over
                                   again

-----

What's it take
These days

To not give in
To narcissism's spiral?

But more importantly:
What's it take

To make my poem go viral?
Only halfway cynically written, I swear!
 Mar 2019 Rose Cliff
ok okay
Apathetic boy
Did you take your joy?
All the other good kids did
Now they're laughing at the wall
(Joy is the drug from a game called 'We Happy Few')
Took the idea from a game called 'We Happy Few' never played it but the idea was that the world was ****** beyond fixing and everyone took pills to feel happy
 Mar 2019 Rose Cliff
Gods1son
You are a flower
Far too beautiful for me to pluck
I will come to your site everyday
Just to adore your sight
I'll leave you in your natural habitat
I cherish you
But I won't be selfish
I'll leave you for others to behold also
Utmostly, I want what's best for you
When you cherish something, don't destroy it in an attempt to make it yours!
 Mar 2019 Rose Cliff
Zoe G
When everything goes
wrong
you begin to
see
who
you
are
---
The darkness
reveals the
light
---
Sometimes the
light
is just a
grey
area
that
can
become
brighter
---
We all have stuff that needs to be worked on. Every-one-of-us
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