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 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Bella Kiilani
I felt so much for you, and it's clear you felt so little for me. Emotionally, you make me feel like ****.
Throw back Thursday; Something I wrote when I was 14.  I was a very emotional person, for one specific human being.  I'm glad I'm over that stage.
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Max Jonas
You
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Max Jonas
You
Life is a huge prison,
My imagination endless as much as universe,
But you are unreachable still.
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Alē
Bloody Moon
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Alē
43 shots from a dead eye stare I catch death in a glare and watch the tear in your soul as he drags you through the holy stares cackling through bleeding eyes, nails in your teeth holes in your tongue all seem to scream the same thing, leave
So you go, ****** needles to use in the carousel of hate cracking your mind's eye
A Salem womb a dripping moon telling them to move
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Mia Kay James
Stitch these miles
together until
your skin
sends goosebumps
down my spine.
Whisper promises
of never
leaving me
into my neck.
I want to feel the
false comfort
that your hands
hold.
Tell me all about
the places we'll go
as you walk
out the door.
Tell me you love me
as you rip out
the stitches
that hold
together
my last hope for
happiness.
Please ruin my life, that's all I've ever wanted.
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Carlos Salinas
We’re back together.
You left your other guy
The one you left me for
He didn’t measure up (you say)

You tried new things
Left you unfulfilled
Brings you back to me
Can it ever be? (the same)

I’m the rebound of
your rebound after me
Am I the least worse?
You can’t be on your own (you feign)

Am I even that special?
Do you want me after all,
or just any
that will take you?

Will you be the same, or worse?
Do you think I am the one?
Or  just going for a ride?
Yet another time.
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
ryn
Shoes
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
ryn
The shoes I bought
Are too big for me
But I love them
I love them dearly

I strapped them up tight
I redid the laces
Put on layers of socks
Crammed ***** of tissue to
fill the empty spaces

I submerged them in water
In a pail, to the bottom they'd sink
I left them in the sun
In the hopes that they'd shrink

I just wish that they'd peer through their eyelets
And see me for all I've done
I will not cease to fill the voids
And fulfil the love I've begun

The shoes I bought
They remain too big for me
But I still love them
I love them dearly
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Lena Waters
→→→→→It doesn't matter←←←←←
             What                       you
           Do in                            life
          And                 ­              death
         And       inbetween        them;
         At            the end             of the
          Day       the wheels        keep
           On                                 going
           Round                         and
               So the                wheels
                  Just keep turning.
A concrete poem to make you think. Enjoy! (Read left to right, each line, like a normal poem. ;) )
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Mike Essig
It's not a hobby. Be prepared to give your life to it.
Read, read, read: The more poetry you read now,
the better your's will become.
Don't quit your day job. No one ever got rich writing poetry.
If you are seeking fame or to get laid,
there are obviously easier methods.
Ignore criticism, unless it is useful, and even then be wary.
Consider: Your feelings do not constitute the universe;
your love life may not be all that interesting.
Write every day. Don't wait for the Muse.
She is a fickle ***** prone to take random vacations.
Forget originality. It will paralyze you.
Write like a ******. That's what poets are.
Look forward to embarrassing yourself.
Say it in the fewest, best words.
Nothing is easy. Be prepared to burn for it.
Be joyful, though you have considered all the facts.

~mce
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