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 Aug 2015
South by Southwest
The papers lay bare
the ink unbroken
The desire languished
I am not joking

I have not a word
there's nothing to say
Time to quit writing
It ends as of today

So long fellow poets
The time seems so short
I lost my desire
And I now know it

Carry on will you
There's much to be said
Don't lose you your way
"Goodbye",
is all that he said
 Aug 2015
Arfah Afaqi Zia
'Writing poetry is quite easy',
Says a stranger to me.
'Woah, woah ! Hold on there buddy,
We strive hard to pen it down,
You call it easy',
Said  I.
He said, ' What's there to do? Just rhyme.'
I said, ' If you think its so easy go ahead its a free country,
Show me what you got. Poetry is about soul,
Not about rhymes or writing songs.
It's an art and it should not be humiliated in such a way.'
After this he went blank.
Owned it :p
Life upon this deaden world is extremely harsh.
It drains you leaving you feeling empty inside.
The pain physically, spiritually and emotionally.
Feels overwhelming hard to deal with at times.
The people in your life can be hateful as well.
Times are not going to get any better until he returns.
For only Christ can heal your pain and give you great flavor.
Only once he return for his people here on this planet.
Shall they start feeling life getting better for them only then.
There shall be rejoicing and great celebration at that time.
But when he defeat the evil then things shall be at their best.
 Aug 2015
Mysterious Aries
I did run at the holy land
Simply a place of no fun
So I'm back here again, to be heated by the sun
3 line poem
 Aug 2015
Mysterious Aries
A beauty that keeps him admiring, cannot resist the view
Magnificence that continue blooming, as cool as morning dew
Picture perfect that is unfading, as long as he is in love with you
For Anna Marie he was striving, as hard as water buffalo

Days sometimes are so tiring, but with her it'll never be blue
As long as Anna Marie beside him, he'll never be in woe
His couch bed a memory of kissing, a lips that to him eternally new
Heart won't stop pounding, for you Anna Marie he'll keep saying I do

A loveliness that is undying, her skin he always chew
Night by night they are petting, but they never leave a clue
Really a wonderful journeying, if and only if this story was true
Ana Marie is a part of day dreaming, in a world that he only knew


written: October 16, 2014 @ 1:50 PH TIME

Mysterious Aries
 Aug 2015
GaryFairy
perfection can be subjective
you are perfect in my eyes
i will be your piece of meat
your sudden pawn of compromise

preferences are not elected
it's a feeling of larger size
better judgement takes a seat
while impulses take the prize
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
Tis she is mine home
Yes
Tis she is mine abode.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Aug 2015
Autumn
she asks why do I complain?
why do I hate school?
why do I ask to stay home every single day?
oh so many reasons.
I do not enjoy being surrounded by the majority of brain dead, humans that literally have no substance.
I do not enjoy being talked down to by teachers who cannot control anything else in their life except the pupils
I do not enjoy being told that my education is a gift when my entire education is based upon taking a test.
everyday...
you don't really need this but it will be on the regents.
you don't need to know this..
all from my teachers mouths
and yet you expect me to be intrigued upon matters that you yourself state I do not "need" to know?
and once more who are you to determine the magnitude of the effect that information you have chosen to withhold?
yes I am privileged yes I am lucky yes I am thankful
because I have the opportunity to even notice these flaws in society.
yet I am also plagued with the corruption of my" knowledge"
as are you
ever seeking the true answer
reaching out for something that will grasp the endings of imaginative thinking
something ******* worth learning
everyone goes on and on about how corrupt politics are (which they are) and about how our society is full of **** yet no one does anything
we are being taught to think alike to be the same
we are being classified and accepting it
when this is the thing in which you preach upon hating
so yes I will kick that soap box out from under your feet for you are no better than the politician
and so it goes on
...
I do this in life and people get flustered and I find it hilarious
 Aug 2015
Just Melz
Maybe my idea of beauty
            is different
    than yours
  Maybe my idea of perfection
            is not about what's less
       but about what's more
  Maybe my eyes can see through skin
     into the heart, soul and mind
              that's deep within
     Maybe, just maybe
             looking at what's inside
      is where we should all begin
 Aug 2015
Dark n Beautiful
I heard of this poem that’s circling the universe
It’s known to be trending faster than the speed of light
With words of encouragements and positive feedback
each verse represents life, hope , truth and hope.

Its poetic use of words is organic, it unblock
release and rejuvenate your mind, body and spirit
That poem was the last thing you remember
Leaving you with a clutter-free peaceful mind

Who?  Why?  How?  What!



*Sunna Shelley Wong said, “At every moment in a life or in a poem, the formal choice is between answering to that which is alive, or attempting to enslave it.”


Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

From "Eating Poetry
 Aug 2015
glassea
she may hurt, but she is not pain.
she may fail, but she is not a failure.
she may be tragic, but she is not tragedy.

*she may feel worthless,
but this, too, will pass.
so it's always worth reminding people (i.e. myself) that just because you feel something in the moment doesn't mean that it's permanent. an emotion is an instant, no matter how long the ache lasts, and an instant cannot define you.

(thanks for the daily!)
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