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Most people were conditioned
To think in a certain way.
Some cope with it with submission
Others with rebellion.

All the same
In the end.


-- Eleanor
 Dec 2016 Little Bird
Helen
Not one thing!

Not a bottle, nor a song
nor a conversation
could 'ere last too long
Not a heartbeat, nor a rhyme
Never a marriage
not this time
Nothing lasts forever my friend!
Not even the pages we scribe!
Neither oil nor acrylic
even water based leaks
under the test of time
No ink will outlast us
No pencil could describe
either of our loneliness
completely erased by the tide
Nothing lasts forever
The sunset taught me that!
The sunrise fools us into thinking
that the sun will stay where it sat
It's why we keep on going
knowing, nothing will ever last
We die each night only to wake
pretending we forgot the past
 Dec 2016 Little Bird
Ma Cherie
What makes you think,
I can mend my broken,
self,
when Humpty Dumpty,
couldn't do it with all that help?

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Ugh....
 Dec 2016 Little Bird
Leigh Marie
you're the worst thing that has ever happened to my poetry
cause, I am not a poet
I mean
I can not call myself a poet but ****
with you on my mind, and in my heart
but not in my life,
can't help but want to write
I can't seem to tell the difference between
you and me
now and then
here and there
I mean
I can not find the words to write
can not make sense of what is goin' on
let alone put it to words
I am not a poet
and you are not a musician
we just are
alone, or together
we are
there is nothin' to define
and nothin' to write
but everything all the same

wanna tell you how I
cried today cause there are
little boys that can't be saved

why can't things be the same
I mean
why can't they go back
to the way we were
try everything again
being friends,
again
falling in love,
again
and this time,
not mess up cause
I messed up cause
you messed up

How's a
non- poet 'pposed to
figure out whats going on
and write about it
I mean
how am I 'pposed to
write to you
write you a come back letter
a I miss you letter
I mean
a text
cause you know we aren't
a generation of chivalry
you ne'er even gave me
something to hold on to
or let go of
cause you slipped right outa my hands
where'd you go
how am I 'pposed to
write bout you being here and gone
all at the same time
did you do this on purpose
stall my pen

can't even explain it to my
closest friends cause it
don't make sense
I mean
they don't see why I care
I don't see why I care

I know you're not far cause
you keep me close
but you sure as hell
ain't mine
don' know if you
e'er were or
will be
**** you really ruined
my writing
inspired by Sarah Kay's "Worst Poetry"
 Dec 2016 Little Bird
Alienpoet
In the dragons cave filled with treasure.  
with a warning you did not heed
eyes of blue become green eyes with slits
as the curse of the dragon hits.  
Your heartbeat racing faster than ever before
sweat drips from every pore
skin becoming scaly and green.
Blackened claws burst through fingernails
legs and arms flail about
sickening crunches as bones grow and reform
the storm the rage of fiery dragons breath
forms in your lungs
burning all things in your path
as you exhale with a roar
horns pierce through skin and scales
break through your forehead
It hurts even more
as your jaw breaks and moves forward
into a reptile form
teeth lengthen and grow sharp
muscles expand and strengthen
tendons stretch and lengthen
nostrils flare
caught within the glare
of the mirror the witch put there
in the dragons cave
you won't be a slave
anymore as you seek vengeance
from her and the other humans
forevermore.
And just like that her whole world came shattering down

And  just like that she fell into the arms of the devourer of beauty.

And Just falling to get back into the same old routine.

And yes she knew about the master
manipulator.

And yes, she was too naive to care.

And just like that the beautiful world that was once an aura of colors, is shades of black

And just like that the color of his eyes seized to exist.

And just like that she realized the love she'd always wanted in solitude.

And somehow being in black and white brought out the true beauty being alone
 Dec 2016 Little Bird
tm
icarus
 Dec 2016 Little Bird
tm
in my eyes
you were my winged icarus
who kissed the sun
and caressed the waters
of my affection.

but your eyes lingered as you searched for
a second solstice
and the softness of the ocean
in someone else when you thought you deserved a deeper connection.


- t.m
 Dec 2016 Little Bird
Graff1980
You need the poetry
Of a pre-painted reality
To infected you with the disease
Called empathy
To get sick with humanity
Knowing there is no cure
And only the vaccine
Of apathy and greed
Could set you free
from that well released
Read as you please
Better believe what you see
Make us better human beings
Not nearly contagious enough
Outbreak of real love

— The End —