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 Jul 2015 alexis
ㅡjatm
I can still remember the day
I made you read
The poetry that I wrote
And you said it was sweet

I can still remember the day
I said that you were so enigmatic
But I felt alleviated when
You said I was beautiful,
So does my poetry.

I can still remember the day
That you said I was platonic,
It was the same day
I've distance myself from you
It was the same day
I felt alone
It was the same day
When I left you
Just because you said,
I showed no romance.

I will remember this day
Where I write this poetry
As I ask myself,
Is this no romance?
(j.a.t.m)
Sadness thru poetry
 Jan 2015 alexis
Jamie King
Silence breaths violence ominous sounds at night loud owls being quite

Knifes dine with guns mate with thugs and breed sons who spill guts

The old bath in young sins of love while caved by deeds of pride

At the edge of horrors the Sun rises, darkness is incinerated and peccancy is evaporated
Victims and villians where are the heroes? Where are the heroes?
 Sep 2014 alexis
Henry Brooke
CCCP
 Sep 2014 alexis
Henry Brooke
A ship sails empty of reason,
captains fear the treasons.
Silent and smooth is how it'll fall
the cabin-boy shall take the bar.

Blood can be found on every street,
both death and life here meet.
Life is a dying mystery,
pray god has blessed your destiny.

Outside the people's empty homes,
fathers, sons, left alone.
Big Brother dominates, he commands.
A billion voices in one hand.

Absence of imagination,
the End of independent thought.
Cities reek of corruption, ******
and the greatest of sins.
They raise and **** in
by the millions
yet only some men
seem to win.

The ocean itself is a burden,
bad dreams require a surgeon.
Twist well open the sails to Rome
if you flee the country, flee alone.

Between the alleys at this mass
the cross's shadow isn't cast.
Those booklets burn easy, use them well,
let vain ideas fry in hell.

Our viscious masters do predict
the fall of  Troika and rise of  Six.
A crew who drains such futile ink
is sure to drown us down the sink.

Save me from the grim Tomorrows
full of hate deceit and sorrows.
Oh, it's not about tyranny,It's human kind.
Justice is neverreally blind.

Glorious eyes
of curve-free posters
used as wallpaper
for the cleanest streets.
Looking up
to their Father
all good citizens
try to weep
the plain and empty tears
the Party demands
them sheep.

Behind the money lies the pain,
into fields fall the rain.
With empty pockets walk the road,
a thousand stories left untold.

I hope one day it could end ,
just by cutting down his head.
They hunt down anyonenot in line,
should we attempt this, is there time ?

Unfathomable ,
his hungry stomach calls for meat;
rotting, green, foul and sweet.
Rank food from the kitchens will be served,
for all the glory
he deserves.
Trapped under the ice,
in nineteen fifty-two.
A marxist society
led by one man,
with hope-filled speeches
but blood on it's hands.
 Sep 2014 alexis
Curtis
Green Grass
 Sep 2014 alexis
Curtis
Theres something
I would like to ask

Sitting in this coffee shop
Watching as time laps

In this country that we live
A part of a mass

Yet divided
Amongst social class

I imagine now a cow
Eating green grass

And kids
Being sent to class

Learning
Green is what lasts

As we eat
We raise a glass

While somewhere
A cow eats green grass

Overpopulated and overgrown
Do the farmers farm too fast?
I stood on a city corner and cried.
I heard a car horn and sighed.
The light turned green at the crosswalk,
but I did no such thing.

This was our city.
Those were our car rides.
I want to blame you and call you names, but I can't.
August' scent is peaceful, just like you were for me.
I made you a God.

The devil in me did that.
 Jul 2014 alexis
Poetic T
Skeleton1.0

And so it was said
that the weak will fall
By weapons of man
Rock,
Sword,
Bullet,
Bombs fall,
Death rains down
Like dominos they will fall
By each others hand.

Skull1.1

Then death did call
They listened,
Messengers,**
Slayers,
Takers,
Of his extended hand,
Bring those who are need of peace,
So my eye may see through your eyes
I will take Deathbedwith last breath.

Spine1.2

I am the never ending
Gods have fallen,
I have then in my cages of bones
Gods,
Titans,
Angels,
Demons,
Man,
Ever­ybody, everything feels my hand
Ages,
Decays,
Rots,
Till I greet them, no one escapes
I am death I see all that lives and dies
In space, air, water, land.

Scythe1.3

And so the universe dies
The energies of
God,
Man,
Animal,
Consumed by my hand
Energy consumed life force taken
Since time began.
Now all is dark, nothingness
Empty,
Barren,
Silent,
And so the taken
It will start a new
A drop in to the nothingness
Then light
Darkness collide
Where nothing,
Now
Life and death start again
As it was before, and then again
The cycle of life and death
A balance I hold infinite times
So it was, so it shall be again.
 Jul 2014 alexis
Robert Service
Deeming that I were better dead,
"How shall I **** myself?" I said.
Thus mooning by the river Seine
I sought extinction without pain,
When on a bridge I saw a flash
Of lingerie and heard a splash . . .
So as I am a swimmer stout
I plunged and pulled the poor wretch out.

The female that I saved? Ah yes,
To yield the Morgue of one corpse the less,
Apart from all heroic action,
Gave me a moral satisfaction.
was she an old and withered hag,
Too tired of life to long to lag?
Ah no, she was so young and fair
I fell in love with her right there.

And when she took me to her attic
Her gratitude was most emphatic.
A sweet and simple girl she proved,
Distraught because the man she loved
In battle his life-blood had shed . . .
So I, too, told her of my dead,
The girl who in a garret grey
Had coughed and coughed her life away.

Thus as we sought our griefs to smother,
With kisses we consoled each other . . .
And there's the ending of my story;
It wasn't grim, it wasn't gory.
For comforted were hearts forlorn,
And from black sorrow joy was born:
So may our dead dears be forgiving,
And bless the rapture of the living.
 Jul 2014 alexis
Peach
Have you ever
Brushed a feather
Against someone so wrong
That they were absolutely perfect
And you could watch them,
As easy as forever
Dancing in a torrent of rain
Because they were enough
And you were enough
Even though they never said it
You felt it,
You felt it much too well

Yeah, neither have I
Perhaps that's why I don't cry

© 2014 Peach
Sometimes I have a weird sense of snarky humor
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