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 Aug 2015
DaSH the Hopeful
I've been looking for you all around

I can't find you in old photographs
And sometimes I can't reach you by phone
    But when I look in the mirror and see my smile

*I know I've found you
 Aug 2015
Sydney Ann
Who can know?
Whoever he decides.
I told him my story,
my precious story and now he knows my soft spots.
He uses them.
He texts me and I ignore them
and the sick fear creeping through me.
Pretends to be suicidal
talks about things I love
Is he being honest?

Who can know?
you climb a tree, right to the top
the tree took years to reach those nauseating heights
energy, commitment, obstinateness to make it
and you, the one with the selfish gene, climb up it
cutting out all the hard work
and I can't blame you, for I have done it too

tu montes à un arbre, jusqu'à la cime
l'arbre a passé des années à arriver à cette hauteur écoeurante
l'énergie, l'engagement, l'obstination pour réussir
et toi, celui avec le gène égoïste, tu montes
en passant tout le travail dur
et je ne te reproche pas de le faire, car je l'ai fait aussi
hmm
 Aug 2015
Justin G
A heart lost in vanity

                                              Will service and suffice
                          
                         My Lack of paradise  

      May all my enemies Die

 From a heart of Envy
    
                                 May their hopes descend into Despair

         No need for friends or Family

                                All I desire in this world is

                                             Glitter
    ­                                             &
                                              Gold

        ­                     I only require the Finer things
                                            
             ­                                      The Shiny things

                  They are the fuel to my

                                            
Greed


                       They are the *Love
of my life
                                    
                 My nutritious Diet

      My everyday Health plan

                My Psychologist
      
                        They keep my eyes Green

                                        They keep me going

    They keep me Safe

                                                       ­ They keep me Sane.
            

                                         V
                                           A
                                              N
               ­                             I
                                  ­           T
                                           Y


                       Oh how I have succumbed to it's beauty

             Its Art                                             
            ­                                                     
  It's Terror  
                              It's Pleasure                        

                                                           Its Life  

                       It's Wonder

                 The sensation it brings me is Unworldly              
   
                             I had to Devour its taste

             I needed to Sink my teeth

  Into its Succulent
          
                             Irresistibe  

                                      Tranquility

         ­                                          The Honesty 

     ­                                   It Possesses  

                         Is Euphoric in nature. 
                             
                                                 They say I am Addicted
                
                    Delusional
                                                            And Shallow
                
        But I say they are Conflicted

                                                 ­             Envious

                    And Callow.


                           *A heart full of vanity
                                         Had thee eyes of insanity
This was originally going to be another 10w poem, but I ended up being bombarded with ideas and conjuring up this materialistic and crazed individual. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. : )
why do the moths watch me sleep if they
are meant to be attracted to
light ?
why won't they fly away to find what
they truly seek from the
world ?
why do they come so close but not enough
to see through the
mirror ?
because they fear my true thoughts
it is within us
vague yet vivid
soundless yet deafening
boundless yet finite
this could be nothing
if you see it
as a perception of your mind
this could be everything
if you believe in it
beyond your limitation*

©IGMS 2014
the magic lays within us
and if you truly believe in it
everything you do will be perfectly crafted
 Aug 2015
Miranda Renea
A storm was rolling in
Over the ocean waves,
And I sat in the sand
And broke shells into
Shards with my hands.
It wasn't hard, and I
Thought of how strange
A corpse to be so colorful,
So incredibly beautiful.
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
Bring out the silent poet's
The one's in the back of H.P;
I'll be happy to read their work
Let's make them famous as thou and me.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
This poem is talking about all of us trending poet's need to bring out the silent poet's. The undiscovered ones noone reads.... Gonna take time finding all best silent poets whose poems noone is liking and I'm gonna spread them as we should all do, help another poet who's unknown as someone once did for us..... As life's about love and giving so should be our poetry in this community of h.p and poets (:
 Aug 2015
Savannah Charlish
You only need your heart broken once
To be able to create a lifetime of poetry
 Aug 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
...
.
this heart is restless-
made with a stone
this soul is an empty space-
where the stone is preserved
memories are burning ashes-
flying around a circle
wind blows beyond the limit-
but the stone is silent-
even after the random million echoes
..
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Aug 2015
John
I come from another planet
One that's placed so far away
You can't see it with the highest powered telescopes or anything like that

Well, I'm not from there, myself
But when I was just a seed, I was
I was planted here

Like a flower or a tree
I grew up here like you
But my origin is nothing you can imagine

You can't tell the difference, though
See, I've assimilated seemlessly
And no one knows

But this is my confession
I'm not from this place
And no one will ever believe me
 Aug 2015
Andie May ostrander
Her
You smell like her perfume
And you taste like cheep liquor. Were you thinking about me wen you went and tried to kiss her?
I see the fear in your e
yes when I picked up the call.
Its your mother don't worry its nothing at all
douse she know her sons evil and filled with deceit
douse she know her son lies as he smiles at me
don't worry I wont cry I don't feel that bad
cause Karmas a bicth and she's at my rite hand
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