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 Jul 2015
mk
too many poems
too many poets
describing the
same **** feelings
and yet
throughout the centuries
none of us
have ever found
the right words
// spent my whole life tryna put it into words //

thank you so much for the daily ♡
 Jul 2015
wordvango
if, I did, one second late
or one week prematurely
come, where in history?
Today or tomorrow
ever atone
for my lack of
emphatic self, will
I ever find the time
to right the wrongs
when I am too busy
beeing me?
Buzzing away flitting
here then there yes
every day everywhere?
 Jul 2015
NV
YEAR 3085*

TALK IS EXPENSIVE;
THE RICH HAVE BOUGHT THE FREEDOM OF SPEECH,
OPINIONS ARE CRIMES,
*MIDDLE CLASS FOLK CAN'T AFFORD
4 LETTER WORDS.
 Jul 2015
mk
darkness
is too often
associated
with death

darkness
brings
to me
a life
like
no other

in darkness
is my
abode
// it has consumed me //
 Jul 2015
L T Winter
--With antlers
Breaking; broken
We're all-
Wonder; wandering

Through the glass
Forest where trunks
Reflect regret--
And leaves cut mistakes
Into scars.

We are deer,
Eating barb-tailing
Grass.

But I'm sorry
Antibiotic acorns
Aren't working anymore.

My pupil's seep,
Mercury in return.

When that feeling--
Attaches bed-linen
To stapling sharks,
They begin birthing

'Acknowledgement'
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
The filthy sickening greedy rich man
Begged the beggar to trade places with him....
The beggar told the rich man
(Haaa)
Art thou nuts?
I'd rather be poor and maketh it into the gates of heaven
Than be someone destined for hell....

( Keep thy gold, and moth eaten treasure's) said the beggar
As it was really the beggar who was the rich man...( spirit wise)
And the rich man who was rich here on this earth kneweth....

In the next life he'd be dead broke......

As the poor beggar walked away with his head high
He layed back down to sleep underneath the bridge wherein his abode was....
Thinking and knowing in the back of his mind....

He'd be sleeping in a mansion in the next life...
 Jul 2015
Sjr1000
I've fallen
into a torpor pit
swirling blackness
seals my lips
I close my eyes
but all I see is me,
Disengaged
Deranged
there is no reason
for this smothering gray.

I feel your hands
but they don't penetrate,
Your breath is sweet upon my face,
laughter comes from another place,
this silence remains my only respite,
My words are stifled
in my chest,
My poetry shoots blanks
where ever I tread.

Motivation is a thing
of the past,
Desire's gone at last,
Being is all that's
left within my grasp.

Lavender love in
technicolor plays
out on a screen,
Life travels on the
wisps of Monarch wings -
Breathe heavy and
hot,
Breathe light and cold,
My words they freeze
when they hit the snow.

I know dances unfold,
But no dance partner knows
the darkness that's become my
trembling soul.

It is to this enclave
I go
from time to time,
the winds outside
still howl my name,
While demons
bang on the walls
of my shame.

Call it a mood,
Call it a funk,
Call it the blues,

Sometimes
these holes just open,
Inside I go,
No ladder
only a shovel
wouldn't you know.

Doors without keys,
Echoes without sounds,
And all there is
is
the
darkness
I
have constructed
all around.
 Jul 2015
Mahdiya Patel
I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I can hear you in my head
As loud as a babies cry in the earliest morning

I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I see you in my thoughts
Like a musician creating composures that cause ones ears to bleed of euphoria

I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I can't shake you from my bones
You are now ingraved in me

I can feel you within me
Feeding off my sadness

Within my veins
******* me dry

Leaving me with nothing to flow

I can't feel...
.
.
.
.
I am numb
 Jul 2015
Mahdiya Patel
Sometimes we meet people//

And their laugh seems to bring a sort of lightness into your brief universe//

And when they smile the sun seems to be jealous due to the vibrance of this very act//

And the breeze envies the gracefulness of this persons movement//

And when they speak the words flow out of their mouths as airy as clouds seem to be effortlessly floating in the above//

Sometimes we meet people who cause our thoughts to rumble and they confuse our emotions//

Sometimes we meet people who bring us absolute and utter bliss//

Sometimes we meet people who influence us to to think and feel all sorts paranormal things//
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
She's a dying breed
Though
She's not dying to me
Seeith,
Me and her art unearthly
Flapping winged arms to ourn plume's to the moon,
Spiritually aware
With eachother in tune
For she is me
We art free
To cometh and goeth as we choose...
Tis just what cherubs do...
I shalt put a falcon feather in her hair
To court her mine!!!!!
In a liaison affair
For taking risk's we do dare
Yet their shalt be no ghouls, goblin's nor troll's there
To ruin ourn scene!!!


©Brandon nagley ( Lonesome poet's poetry)
 Jul 2015
L T Winter
'Why is the raven
Like a writing desk?'

I asked winter--
Crying icicles
Into palpitations.

Of wings croaking
Words and phrases
That evolve us,

Enigmatically
--Sometimes
As we sleep
With seizures

And lifeless seeds.
 Jul 2015
Anonymous
I know he didn't leave bruises on your body,
But when I grazed my fingertips along your thigh
I felt him there
For a moment I watched his blackness bleed into your blue veins;
I couldn't stop it from poisoning your bloodstream
And transforming your perfect ivory skin into
His very own art piece,
Every brush stroke
Was drenched in a rich mauve
And you became his blank canvas.
Everybody says they'd like to be compared to the universe
But as I sat beside you
I watched the sky transform before me:
You,
A bright blue,
With warm eyes and sun rays for smiles
A cotton candy pink,
One that reminds you of childhood and fairs
A golden orange
That makes the sky look as if heaven is pouring down on earth;
You we're burning your brightest
Until finally,
You began to fade into a soft periwinkle.
And from there the sky grew into a dark mauve
Leaving every witness speechless at the sight.
His purple dipped paintbrush covered your body;
You we're speechless.
But he didn't stop, his masterpiece wasn't complete-
So he drenched you in such a deep violet that you became black
And I watched the universe open up before me;
Beckoning me to come inside
Your darkness or your depth did not discourage me,
You became my favorite shade;
A never ending sunset,
A sky filled with promise and hope
Even after the darkest of nights
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