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 Dec 2019 Lizzie Matthias
Matt
Why the ******* do my poems go in trending I put no effort into them and there are people that try and you like this ****??
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Cold
Knee deep in icy waters
Shivering
But surrounded by fire
Screaming
No way to help
Running
But no way out
 Nov 2019 Lizzie Matthias
Anna
Please don’t forget
even the idea of perfection is flawed.
She had all that she could take.
Her boyfriend was so fake.
It was time to tell him goodbye.
And stop listening to all his lies.
So away his little bird flew.
Looking for someone who would be loving and true.
 Nov 2019 Lizzie Matthias
alex
it's a bad bet,
a silly gamble,
a poor chance,
a sick game,
an unfortunate guess,
a misplaced trust,
yes, it's a bad bet,
betting on me.
don't take a chance on me; my luck will run out, and we'll all be sorry.
 Nov 2019 Lizzie Matthias
alex
everyone comes with a poison
my drink of choice
is three-too-many sips of wine
and a shot of *****
yours is the chaser
i am the difficult
and you are what makes it taste better
i am the occasional-unless-you’re-addicted
and you are the anytime, the absolutely
i miss you. i miss you.
the wine doesn’t taste the same without you
the ***** does, but then again,
it had always tasted like a bruise.
jcl. this is from a while ago, i just finally found the last line.
Adorning madness, sacrosanct
Bemused in my internment
To rile in the utter, rank
Entrails of my dispersement

Abhorrent wells of isolation
Portending masks of weight
To sit in sorrowed degradation
Doomed to always contemplate

Oscillating information
Wrought upon the intonation
Of the songs of overlong
Approaching condemnation

O’ force of magick whose affront
Should emblazon darkened skies
Captivate mine with endless want
Or give me my demise

I glue my eyes upon the stars
Stretch my gaze o’er the vastness
I swallow the universe from afar
Now chockablock with blackness

Consumed with empty melancholy
Cursed to mend a mind afray
As hubris is my greatest folly
To swallow night and abandon day
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