Lies are a human spiderweb
we weave them without a second thought
justifying our falsehoods,
easing our pain by creating false realities
many go to escape from life’s burdens
the false freedom seems intoxicating
in actuality it is a trap composed of your own twisted web
one misstep and the delicate structure will snap
leaving you with nothing

Always selfish only thinking of our own pain,
no matter how minute
caging the truth like some sort of exotic creature
it too must be set free

The pain by telling the truth is soon healed and forgotten
whereas the toll of a lie is never ending
Kylie D

For the bottle that I bottle my feelings into has exploded,
And I am left alone,
So I fill up the glass and drown my sorrows,

I get a can of black spray paint and do as you say,
Paint the black hole blacker,
So now I am,

But this time I am inside the hole,
And you are painting over me,
I am intoxicated with the fumes,

That you are spaying on me,
But I embrace the black hole killing me,
For I have already been ****** so far into it I'm already gone.

The magic is over
Everything once creative is still around
But like the 4 leaf clover
it's rarely ever looked down

People cry and moan about losing creativity
The problem is, we don't look for them
Amazing work is a wonderful activity
but it comes around like a rare gem

All we see is darkness and sorrow
the love, the horror, the happiness, and an object
Instead we wait and rant by tomorrow
and now this occur, it's now a wrecked

Poems is something that could be taken many ways
But there's only one path that there can be
the life of a poet, is just to make another phrase
"The lovers, the dreamers, and me"

John/Crazyjc

No
never
not
ban
veto
forbid

The world is full of it
negativity
a distraction
a way to procrastinate
a waste of time
yet it takes a chunk out of everyday
things would get done if people couldn’t say no

~Javier S.

A void
A pit
A vacuum
A blank spot on a black canvas
It is everything
You can not hate it
It is everything

Stars
Planets
Comets
All stuck in a destined path
nothing can change it
It is everything
It is the final frontier

~Javier S.

Launch- I leap to the ball as fast as I can
Anticipate- I adjust to stop the shot
Crash- I deflect the ball, it hits the post
Reset- I see the defense recover
Offense- I watch the effective cradling and passing
Steal- I get ready commanding the defense
Success- I am protected
Execute- I'm proud to be a goalie

-MMM

Do you remember when it would rain?
We would all go outside,
Excited to jump in puddles and
Run around like crazy, just to get soaked
Not caring for our clothes and hair?

Now we bolt inside as soon as we hear it,
The big boom that opens up the sky
It comes crashing down,
Creating huge puddles of terror
But it's just water

We are afraid to get hit by it
As if a single drop is a lightning bolt
We drink it and touch it all the time
So when it falls, why do we run?
So what if your hair frizzes or you get a little wet, it's not the end

Is it so bad to sit back and watch the rain?
Is it so bad to get wet?
Why can't we enjoy the rain like we used to?

-MMM