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 Apr 2015
jeffrey robin
( we take absolutely no Responsibility

for the results of the things we do or say )

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WE ARE THE POETS !

( we can say ******* ! better than anyone )

WE ARE THE POETS !

we have mastered the ART of blurring the distinction
Between

LIFE & DEATH
LOVE & HATE

FREEDOM & IRRESPONSIBILITY

to such an amazingly proficient degree

That even we don't know ( nor care )

About what we are pretending we are talking about !

but
WE ARE THE POETS !

And have decided sooooo sensitively

To simply keep praising each other

No matter what we write !



This we call

GENEROSITY

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Our **** does NOT stink !

our self abuse is NOT harmful

Because

WE ,, THE POETS

can so magically ( and mysteriously )

Alter the meanings of "ABUSE " &. " HARM "

To make them seem different

And if you don't agree we reserve our best

*******

soooo sensitively

For you !!

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Upon LOGAN MOUNTAIN the LIVING POEM

tells a tale

Eyes gazing inward toward the sea
 Apr 2015
Poetic T
It was unwinding, like a light on a candle
Fighting to keep the flame burning when
The wick had run out.

Can you outrun life, death, never
Tried till now. But I walked, It was
A flickering existence, we had jumped
The flame once too often and now it
Was our time to be blown out.

"Hold my hand"
"Please hold me tight"

I didn't know these men, woman on
There knees as touching the earth helped,
Tears, screaming at the wind, its ending
They'd scream, but I was in the distance
Leaving those to their maddening self chatter.

It was an amazing sight, the end was bright
Like dominos building fell,
"Paper in the wind was everything else"
Cinders fell as parched winds blew, I had ran,
Then walked. my last view of the world
Was a billboard?
"THE END IS PAST ITS SELL BY DATE"
I laughed as my existence turned to **dust.
 Apr 2015
Amari D
I am not crazy,
Though the voices inside my head would prove other wise,
I am not lazy,
Though I would rather stay indoors than go outside,
I am not sad,
Even though I can easily think myself into depression,
I am not mad,
Even though your cruel words can are a constant suppression
I am just me.
A teenager growing up.
Wishing, I had that extra bit of luck.
My first poem ever.
 Apr 2015
Justin S Wampler
Anything worth doing,
is worth doing right.

Like forgetting.

That's why I drink
brandy these days.

Laced with regret,

I always remember
Jack Daniels nights.
 Apr 2015
Kitts
Stop it...
Just stop it...
I love you
You drive me INSANE
You tell me all these
Flat out stupid reasons
How it would be "Reasonable"
For me to dump you...
Do you want me to go?
If you do just say so...
Out the door I'll go
I'll leave you alone
But this constant talk about
Why and how you would understand
If I left you and found someone new
The last guy who did this to me
I dumped in a cruel way...
So shut up and tell the truth
Do you even want me to stay...
 Apr 2015
Kitts
once upon a time there was a
girl with dark hair and dark eyes
who met a boy who broke her
fragile heart into several pieces
the pieces then flew to the
arms of several different boys
the boys the pieces flew to didn't
know exactly what to do with just a piece
so from their calloused hands
the sharp broken heart bits fell
to the hard cold frozen ground
where the cold kept them safe
but then there was a boy who
began to pick them up from the ground
and held them tightly though the
pieces were sharp then there was another
boy  who picked up the pieces too
two boys picking up the pieces of one girls broken heart
each piece individual and unique and so unlike the rest
one offered his heart after the other and the girl now has to choose
which part of her heart she wants to live with forever
*Fiction*
 Apr 2015
Kitts
Would you travel across the oceans for my love?
Would you love me enough to fly in the sky above?

Would you do what others have always failed at?
Would you give me each and every brutally honest fact?

Would you cuddle with me after we've ******?
Would you just get dressed and drive away in some truck?

Would you leave me when you see how messed up I can be?
Would you stay and never let me be only me?

Would you? Could you ever do that for someone you haven't met?
Would you? For that kind of person I haven't met yet

Would you hold my hand in public and not care when others looked?
Would you forget to plan a date and make me laugh as you argue with the waiter for being over booked?

Would you just stay up and lay beside me and talk about everything?
Would you stay up and tell me just about anything to get me to sleep, even sing?

Would you? could you do it? For I just haven't met anyone like that yet
Would you wipe my tears away as I cry myself quietly asleep? Even if you are tired and for sleeping you are all set?

Would you do it or should I pack my heart up and move on?
Would you? Could you do these things for me? Or has the Heart Break Fairy won?
 Apr 2015
Nessa dieR
Her feet are cold
Her head is warm
Why wasn't He told?
Why did no one warn?

His love is dying
Deep, drowning pain
And there's no point in trying
The tries would be in vain.

She waited for him
Who she dearly yearned
And when he was finally seen
She got nothing in return.

So she walked away
But his spell, oh so strong
Would make her walk his way
And believe nothing was wrong.

But this time she regrets
Standing under the rain
Protecting him from Bullets,
For this time they pierced her brain.
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