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 Apr 2015
L
I thought that returning to its place of origin would help, but instead I sit and whisper to myself, willing the memories to disappear
 Apr 2015
Grizzo
Too little,
The rabbit,
Bukowski,

counted,
scheduled,
realized

that the clock
is unkind
and fate
unkinder,

In college
I went home
regularly

but the work week
doesn't have winter
or summer break,

and this town
isn't home yet
but it's the closest
thing to it,

Nights like
this I smoke
cigarettes on
my porch,

think about
what being a good son
is,

think about the nights
I didn't show up
for dinner when my dad
got home from his
forty hour weeks,

but it's all the times
I was there that bother
me the most.
NaPoWriMo #21 No prompt
 Apr 2015
Miranda Renea
Today I did nothing, except
Pick flowers from trees and
Arrange them in a bowl full
Of water. Oh, and I suppose
Fed a homeless man with two
Packs of sardines and tea.
It's sort of silly, this is the
Happiest I've been in a week,
Or two. Or perhaps even three.
 Apr 2015
Kitts
I sometimes curse in Cherokee

ᎪᎳᎩᏂᎨᏒᎾ means stupid
ᏗᎦᎵᏯᏅᎯᏛ mean donkey
Just add them together
It means stupid ***

ᎤᏗᏆᎸᏕᏯᏛ means *****
ᏂᎯ means you
Just add them together
It means ***** you

ᎧᎵᏬᎯ means perfect
ᎪᎳᎩᏂᎨᏒᎾ means idiot
just add the two together
it means perfect idiot

I love to create insults in Cherokee
My Grandfather would be so proud of me
I love it, it's so addicting
Why don't you try it? You might like the way they taste
 Apr 2015
jeffrey robin
( we take absolutely no Responsibility

for the results of the things we do or say )

)(                 )(

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

••
••

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 !!

//

//

Upon LOGAN MOUNTAIN the LIVING POEM

tells a tale

Eyes gazing inward toward the sea
 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
Rob Rutledge
Find solace in solitude,
There is no shame in that.
We are unknown to ourselves
An ocean to which we delve.
Scarcely coming up for air,
Entangled in fathoms
Whirlpools of despair.
Waves of introspection
Spare us shallow reefs,
Yet cast us into darkness
And the horrors of the deep.
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