Luna - Hello Poetry

Aug 2015

Cailey Weaver

When I was younger, I refused to cry.
I wanted to be solid, fearless, and strong.
But as life continued, I realized that keeping it in only made it worse.
It made me emotionless, stolid, a hollowed out version of what I used to be.
Energetic, cautious, happy.
I never want to go back to who I was then, nor who I was before.
But I'm still not proud of who I am now.
I know that we all self-doubt, and that I may never be the perfect image that I believe I should be, but I suppose that gives us something to work towards.
As we go through life, facing fear, challenge, hurt, we adapt to it in different ways.
I suppose it doesn't matter how we adapt, only that we do.
Pushing forward is all that matters.
When all else fails, we've just got to keep going, and ignore the vines that try to drag us down.

Aug 2015

brandon nagley

Errant de la douleur ( Wandering sorrow's) french tongue

i

Her cotton swab bolster
Marinateth her midnight sweat's;
She titter's thus from woe
Though I seeith when her heart burst showeth.
Dejection corset.

ii

Epistle's art stacked up in her thought's
Of what she should writeth tommorrow;
Grief stricken, by none restful sleeping
Awaking for school,
Another day bottled.

iii

Her way's art of God
He's her truest guidance;
She giveth truth
Sweetful tooth
A fruit of whom I shalt liveth.

iv

Death she's tasted, as Dom Pérignon
Her word's, as the wine she speaketh;
Her back hurt's, her love's at work
She telleth star's, from whence their birthed
As tis she's a faraway light as well.

v

She's seen Gehenna, she's been trapped in cell's
She's seen misery, and heaven and hell
Though when I'm close, she heareth Bell's
She raiseth a toast, when I'm in her realm
A queen, a rose, a bud bloomed, sadly, she wanders her room.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
© ああるじぇえん

#love #reyna #her-hurt-is-mine-hurt

Aug 2015

Ysabelle

Sweet that is bitter

You are the bee
And I am the flower.
You cling, and sipped
My nectar.
Sweet that is bitter.
Because with no words,
You just left.

#love #trust #desire #pain #hurt #relationship #spilledink #commitment

Aug 2015

brandon nagley

At mine bedside,

Eastern surveyor's
Dancing across mine face,
Her pucker's move
In Tagalog groove;
Heaven at mine bedside
She awaiteth.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©ああるじぇえん

Aug 2015

SøułSurvivør

Skies of Blue

Written by Bad Baby*

When I look up above the sky
I see you paint it as you fly
With lines of poison that you trew
You take away my skies of blue

And when it rains it falls on me
The leaves, the trees, we die you see
Why do you **** us from up above?
Down here on earth
there's so much LOVE

They're not your skies
to take the blue
I told The Father, He always knew
So now, you know, you cannot hide

For what you sprayed up in my sky

Bad Baby
(C) 8/6/2015

Posted by SoulSurvivor

What is written about above is called
"Chem trailing". The funny long clouds that the planes leave that seem to STAY? Those are not natural.
Not to be confused with "com trails"
which are vapor trails from jets.
Chem trailing is done specifically to
Poison our atmosphere. The NWO
wants to **** billions of people.
So the population is down to
"manageable proportions"
Nice, huh?

I've written about Bad Baby before.
She is a Freedom Fighter.
She exposes the TRUTH of what is
happening in this country.
She is paying a terrible price.
Her neighbors are irradiating her
with advanced Military Grade
microwave technology.

Sound crazy? This is exactly what the
people behind the Targeted Individual "program" want you to think. There IS A PROGRAM. A list.
Like Schindler's list in reverse. And
once you are placed on it for whatever reason you are slowly tortured... to death.

Now you are probably telling yourself "this can't be happening"
Go to "Fight for our Freedom Radio"
You will find Bad Baby's site.
Download some of her shows
and you'll see why she is being
Targeted so forcefully.

She is very sick now. She may not be
with us much longer. Even her dogs
are sick from the microwaves.

PRAYERS AND GOOD THOUGHTS
ARE APPRECIATED!!!

#god #poison #sky #bad-baby #chem-trailing

Aug 2015

Kelley A Vinal

a small mammoth poem

A mastodon waits
For a bitter, cold ice age -
Hello, giant tooth

Aug 2015

poetessa diabolica

Labyrinths of Baggage

Baggage within
      trappings of illusions,
love packed away
  in neat little compartments
gathering cobwebs at
     makeshift improvisations,
dusting intermittently
      if by chance a light
           should shine,
never wholly untangling
    the snare
mid a labyrinth of
      transparent entrapment,
as violin strings continue
    to unlatch the same old key

Aug 2015

beth fwoah dream

this

this is the moon's
quiet rose, the unfolding
of the clouds, tranquility
resting her head,
the beautiful sea.

#moon #this #tide

Aug 2015

OnwardFlame

Lemon Moon Pie

I hit this bowl to my face
Blow up mattress last night stay
I can't figure out how to cover the ikea
Built sofa, as the older generation
Pens and pencils in their hands
Waiting and procrastinating
They think they have too much of me
In their category.

But I don't wait
Pontificate, an army of dreamers next to me
Unpack suitcases and drawers of clothes
My mouth so wet with the thought
Of physical sunshine back in my life
I know you have loved hard
You know I have loved hard
But the ice in my coffee has completely melted
Lets just be ready for each other.

Maybe its betrayed kisses
Or my temple that keeps spasming
Caffeine, lack of sleep, pick me up
You think I'm so **** in my little barbie top
But I feel most free with no make up.

Colorado, years we fantasize upon
As the demons of my lurking past
Sometimes whip and bite into my chest
Nostalgia should have been my middle name.

14 days?
We count down, whisper and say
Each others name
Late into the night as the moon coos and whimpers
Every time we release
To the thought of each others skin again.

Let me be
Let me let me
Be the moon fanged woman
To change everything.

Aug 2015

Ella Gwen

The gravity of this situation.

It is tomorrow as I stray solitary
and walk myself awake, standing
on the grass that grows the greenest
on this here higher side
where the moon sleeps on the shadows
above your mud-cloaked body.

This silver orb, so tempestuous,
upon it still can always be relied
whilst here feet find, to be at its fullest elevation,
grass glowing silver and stones a sibilant, sacrificial grey;
as the gravity of that oval brightness
diminishes all other light.

My bare feet ***** down the flora
that grows hopeful from your skin
and up I turn, looking for comfort
in a bare and barren sky
where even the brightest stars,
those thousand sharpened shards
of brittle glass glimmering,
fade too into blackness

as here, cloaked in this shining dark,
I am reminded
that the full fury of the sun rests so still now,
held blind beneath my weary feet.

#love #heartbreak #grave #goodbye #feet #follow

Aug 2015

GaryFairy

idiom disequilibrium - ******* 2 birds with one stone

skip it across the water that they're treading.