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 Nov 2014
IsReaL E Summers
"I am the bread of life"
"Eat me."
Ramen and msg
Well, ****.
Gmos ****.
Shoot a dear buck
Stock up.
Or grow.
If theres more id like to know.
 Nov 2014
wordvango
how I will die what for and how
will it be for a cause or just burnt out?
in the darkness alone or with love
around me. Will I cry out my last pleas, to Jesus?
Will I overdose
or quick be gone by a bullet to my head
or an aneurysm?
Suffer with tumors or cling in a coma?
Destiny is dying.
I will, if given a chance, gladly die for
some young soul or a dog or rat or a cat or a flea
if I died for another.
I would die for thee.
 Nov 2014
Thinking Out Loud
Who
should I
expect today,
Doctor Jekyll
or Mister Hyde?
 Nov 2014
Cecelia Francis
I needed
to start anew:
A poet should have
a stance, not just
influences and a
romantic heart.

We are already
few
and too many have
gone before us.

Let me hypothesis
and theorize the following
until my death:
Is it the poetry or
the meaning of the
poem that is most
important?
 Nov 2014
Amitav Radiance
Consciousness is a tiny speck
in this vast universe
Concentration and focus
will lead the way
towards the door of eternity
World of worlds
where there is no beginning or end
 Nov 2014
Nickols
I knew one day, I would have to grow up mentally and physically. With each hour of every day growing steadily nearer to the time, I would be consider an actual adult. I was suddenly stuck by a great thought. That thought, grew into an superb idea, which sprouted into something I could grow upon. A foundation to live off.

To be not as a child nor an adult.
For I am me.
Neither but both, entirely.
Not a poem. Just something circling my head all day.
 Nov 2014
wordvango
I just love her, though,
at times she bites my fingers
when I try to pet  her ( )
belly, I will say, here.

Striped and sassy with fur so soft
she purrs , once  in awhile,
most of the time she runs.

She is essence and description
of feline, look her up,
Indignant, fierce.

She is my kitten. My best friend .
 Nov 2014
wordvango
am us     just me
can          one
ever          be
two         some day
or is        alone
always   to die
become dust
  with sanity
crashingdown
a hull    a shell
empty   cast
down    to ground
until        the
end         then
we            or I
may       know?
 Nov 2014
wordvango
each drop
    every one
from eye or sky
    on window,
cheek,
      crys
 Nov 2014
Eudora
You'll never know...
When you'll be head over heels
The most enchanting feeling in the world
Your unknown desires, it reveals
A current in you will endlessly twirl

You'll never know...
When happiness fills your heart
Having a precious bundle of joy in your arms
You'll realize in your life, he's the most important part
Not forgetting, he'll make the best morning alarms

You'll never know...
When your heart will be scrunched
Like a ball from a piece of paper
Feels like your chest is being ruthlessly punched
Your skin peeled off with a serrated scraper

You'll never know...
When a friend will turn his back
Whose hand you held, all these years
Intentionally causing an emotional attack
In disbelief, you gather invisible tears

You'll never know...
When you'll be caught in an unexpected plight
Daily reflections occur, due to lack of wisdom
To ease your dark path, you yearn for a ray of light
Nothing much you can do except to crave for freedom

You'll never know...
When the time comes, you might bleed to death
Tears will flow drowning your skin
As you breathe your last breath
You wish you had more time to atone for your sins
You'll never know what and when things will happen..
#life  #happiness  #love  #disappointment  #betrayal
#regret #pain #death
 Nov 2014
wordvango
...winters have passed
unto the distance glance my lass,
upon the hill far off on horizons that see in dreamy visions.

Appear to you, oh, varied girl
the tallest steed dressed in pearls a diamond braided rein,
A knight in shining armor upon that mount will be hurrying
riding fast to meet you between here and now.

He shall hold in his strong hands roses, a white dress
to dress you in, a veil to veil your purity,
again. He will tell tall tales.
Adorned thorn less, if you see,
your horizon
that same destiny,
he rides toward.
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