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 Jan 2014 Angela Nagisa
epedeped
smile on the inside
when your having a ****** up day
good vibes bring better things
and tomorrow is a brand new day
focus on the positive
when **** hits the fan and your face
if you believe in solutions not problems
you will  learn to stand in a better place
believe in the power within in you
even when you can't cope anymore
energy affects matter
your thoughts are what opens new doors
 Jan 2014 Angela Nagisa
Satsuki
Today I was asked what emotion I'm afraid of
Love, fear, guilt, hatred, selfishness..
I wasn't too sure
But I think instead of specifics
I'm just scared of feeling
Love can break you
Guilt can make you do unthinkable things
Fear is what keeps you up at night
Happiness can be ripped away from you
Sadness can drown you
Emptiness is the only time i feel no fear
The lack of emotion
Nothing to live for
Nothing to die for
Nothing to be scared of losing
Emptiness is safe
So I'm afraid of feeling
It's dangerous to feel
 Jan 2014 Angela Nagisa
wanderer
chaste pecks from the super-sonic youth
numb lips flutter to the hollowed cheeks of normality
no longer the hand-prints on the guide book to hostility
a pamphlet of rudimentary teachings;
the principles of tolerance and rebellion and acceptance of human beings
a concoction of suppressed psychotic behavior, quick wit, and center of satirical tease
constantly moving with heavy footsteps and heavier hearts
their minds and bodies plagued with actions from a deserted youth
soul lusting over the naivety of people before self-actualization; how crude
do they call it an existential crisis or the daily life of a agoraphobic nobody
shouts from the depths of caged fears that scrape the oblivious flesh in their brain; a bit gaudy
mother, sister, brother, father how your words crush the knots of comfort that line my internal organs
bleeding from the pores of my screams; streams of moon-beams shooting out my eyes; oh, not again!
stomping our metaphorically spiked toenails against the idealism of pop culture
oh, my, how adolescence is the worst kind of torture
cherry slushies lined with cigarettes to create a whirl-pool of nostalgia
recreational drugs and ironic situations to ease our instinctual sense of proverbial nausea
loud-mouthed demons spawned out of clothes-hangers and emotional turmoil
show up in our nightmares that we nick-name ‘a good place to contemplate suicide’
repeated imagery stacked like flap-jacks in the mouths of blissed-out sociopaths
too self-indulgent to include us in to their personal stories so we can observe, record, and assess
i don’t perceive doctors to be particularly and predominantly just and true
but i one time met a doctor who told me ‘being a teenager is perhaps the hardest thing you could ever do’
You and I grew
up by the outskirts
of their society, with no other
choice, but to observe…

We pretended to hide
from a cruel
and indifferent world,
that was never looking
for us to begin with.

Turbulently, we grew
into erratic teenagers,
pillaging our world
with a vengeance.
My youthful rage dulled
with the waning of age, but
you never ceased to seethe.

I stumble by a lake
to find you there;
flinging pebbles to break
the surface, distorting
the reflection of yourself
you’ve never wanted to see.
In the settled water I greeted the
uncertain face, solemn as I was
to share a likeness…
And hesitantly I asked you
what brought you here.

We both said nothing
(we knew you had nowhere else to go)
All we could tell the world
they stole from our tongues;
The reflected face distanced her glance
from you, an aloof and bitter woman
of the rest of society,
and beyond your bent knees
the water had never settled,
revealing cryptic shards
of a jigsaw puzzle face.

Yet in that water I had drowned
a part of myself;
my animosity, and pride
against a mechanical world
that never pitied me…
Your vengeful heart
stayed forever smoldering,
never forgiving a careless god
that let you suffer, blinded
by the walls surrounding
your lesser world.
The madness of money,
exploiting the human mind.
Never enough money,
never enough time.

The disasters of our time,
the result of natures resistance.
Rebelling against mankind,
Mother Nature can be persistent.

And while we watch the tide,
slowly go and rise,
we must remember, it won't be long,
till we are all gone.

Tornados and hurricanes,
wind whipping cyclones.
Heat waves and solar storms,
disrupting cell phones.

Landslides and flooding,
from torrential downpours.
Forrest fires and blackouts,
from ruthless lightening storms.

Some may say the sky is broken,
some may say the sky is crying.
This is natures rebellion,
Mother Nature is dying.

But our motive right now is money,
and nothing will stop our addiction.
We will pollute this world till the skies are black,
and when we do, there's no turning back.

Let the gaping hole in the ozone layer,
grow until it's big enough,
to burn our Earth down to the core,
till we are ashes, nothing more.

Mother Nature has sent her warnings,
Mother Nature, wish us goodbye.
Mother Nature will slowly die,
and nothing she does can change our minds...

We will destroy ourselves for money,
we will commit,
without knowing,
our own suicide.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
We trade our sadness for sweetness
All our strength, for weakness.
But I guess, we need this
Were are to vulnerable

We die like a flower
Wilting hour by hour
Were sweet turned sour
And to way to vulnerable  

We take pleasure with the pain
Slowly becoming insane
Our hearts overstrained
Were are to vulnerabe
 Jan 2014 Angela Nagisa
M Epperly
I constantly find myself lost in thought
Searching through mental maps of you
Recalling trails and pathways 
Wondering how we got here
Then I stop trying to see the trees from the forest
Sit back and enjoy the view
Of you
Lay back and see your figure in the clouds 
The clouds that I float on
Traveling to places I had not thought of traveling
Reaching heights I had not dared to climb
Taking me to phanstamagoric levels of ecstasy
Beautiful landscape I stare at
Beautiful mindscape I wish to explore
Continue the mental maps
Words cannot wrap what I feel for you
It's so new
Every experience better than the last
Accept the past
But adjust the scope, I'm focusing on the now
Where I want to be
For there is no other place to be
Except to be here now
 Jan 2014 Angela Nagisa
Jackie
If I could paint the world with one stroke
I would take inspiration from poets
Different words
Different emotions
Different culture

If I could change the way people look at the world
I would start with
Life
Liberty
And the pursuit of happiness

Experiences make us
Judgement breaks us
And you can never look at someone and know their full story
Explore the possibility
That you may not have it all figured out
Start from the ground
Let go of doubt

If I could change hate
I would start with myself
Its never to late
To change your fate
 Jan 2014 Angela Nagisa
No Name
nothing surrounds me
but the deep shade of indigo
that I am lost in,
speckled with diamonds
and sparkling with the lustrous satin glow of the moon.
I want to melt into it.

I feel beautiful-
the ground is cool against my skin
as I lie undressed,
the wind kissing me,
its touch foreign and divine, exploring and gentle.
I want to give myself to it.  

And while I am lost,
your lips graze my bare shoulder
and I turn to You
and stare hard at You-
your hands are warm as you pull my body close to yours.

You are the universe.
I want to melt into You.
I am yours.
There must be
A spaceship out there for me,
To take me from here
Away from this earth,
Remove me from this gravity
Let me fly away
Into space
To explore the galaxies
Far far away
Adventurer,
I just want to get away
Into the great expanse
Out there somewhere
There is a place for me,
Where I can belong
Rule or follow,
But it's my choice
My own domain,
A universe to myself
A great unknown
Cluster in the stars;
I want to get away to there...
© okpoet
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