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The narrow minded
Don't seem to understand
Qualities of difference
Having your toes in the sand

If you do not
As majority does
Then you are backwards
A spanner in the works
A fuzz

Being different
Is exciting
The feelings of adventure
Forever inviting

Embrace the fact
That the way you act
Maybe out of the blue
But that's the uniqueness
Of being you
Majority rules is a load of crap to me, in some situations I guess it works but for being human and creative it's a ******* call
She said, "I can't swim"
With a voice so confident
The ocean believes
They're still best friends.
 Dec 2014 Sheenanigans
Beeha
one said "i feel you",
but never do understood,
and never will be,
for the ones who truly did,
are the ones that endure it.
My shortest poem ever
seldom comes in December
it is not a case of dumb or clever
just to inform you that I shall ever
post this kind of poetry on HP
this is not the typical me
creating so short the A, B, C

I used to write the whole alphabet
of course most poets had gone mad
one important thing is so unforgettable
as our red wines and the Jameson's are so delectable

one subtle subject superior
is ruling our life like a creepy inferior
but this subtlety that we will derive
all our life a constant strife

will nourish the mind with wealth
world's  most important subject: watch our health !!


© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Sunday,  21st December 2014
December poem to nourish the mind
 Dec 2014 Sheenanigans
Devon Webb
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
I have read a sonnet of tragedy
I have read about melancholy too
I know what that means if you have that love
Appreciate if he be God above
tragedy-melancholy be the same
a sonnet of drama disappointment
full of autumnal rustling leaves actions
the finest tinges down in the abyss
the sonnet of my tender love my bliss
I address this only to my darling
sweetheart, honey, how can I call you now?
regard this sonnet as my purest vow

you know that this sonnet is meant for you
my precious truest vow for you, darling



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Friday, 5th December 2014
A Sonnet for My Truest Loce
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