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 May 2016
Flo
T** rying to spread the word
W hich remains to be untold
T rying to reach out
W ithout knowing a single soul
T rying to stand my ground
W hen nothing is beneath my feet
I guess you could say I'm quite ambitious...
 May 2016
Sarah
Let go
what does that truly mean?
are we to fall to our deaths
or go on with our lives

how does one truly,
let go
are you to forget everything
or simple pretend you no longer care

let go
two words
so simple
but the action is so hard
What's better to let go with the chance of losing everything, or to hold on even when it hurts you more?
 May 2016
Flo
She has to be in the mood for poetry
Seeking comfort in the
Soothing melody of written words
Only reading in times of solitude
Where shed tears remain invisible

He needs to be in the mood for poetry
Hidden words inside his heart
Hoping to find fulfillment in his lines
Ongoing pain that has to be told
The ink stains left on his bare hands

We have to be in the mood for poetry
When solitude threatens to crush our heart
When pain needs to be expressed in lines
Over various boundaries of life
Poetry is a way to express ourselves
 May 2016
Mfena Ortswen
I lost my innocence in a battle of wits
Over a dinner of boiled rice and fried meats
His debate ground my overrated intelligence to bits
But it wasn't time, I wouldn't call it quits

We went on to the starlit, moonful park
We weren't sightseeing, I had to hit my mark
Everything I said was turned down with a reasonable reason
The more I tried to win the more I kept losing

We walked and talked and I realized
That our supposedly romantic dinner had been politicized
As we stood on my porch and called it a night
His lips touched mine, I didn't put up a fight

I laid a final claim in regards to our banter
His keen eyes widened I'd given him something to ponder
Later that night, I received his call
He asked for a rematch, I smiled, there'd be another date after all
 May 2016
Dexter Terzungwe
black or white, the ideology is often grey!
lost or abandoned, chosen or forgotten,
runner or drag-racer,
the empty bucket,
the data forms,
the Pyreness of their love;
the cry of an unbroken heart;
the little laughter of an innocent one,
perception abound, intelligence incorruptible
gentility, a mistaken identity.
the roaming panda, the separation that is youth.
it's both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.
time makes more converts than reason;
and the children suffer the wrathful inklings.
Happy birthday to me and  a loud shoutout to all the kids out there trying to make sense of their lives.
 May 2016
Ysabel Cruz
My heart beat like a drum
endlessly falling for you.
I licked my lips of colored plum,
hoping it will touch yours too.

You held me like I was yours,  
and it meant that you were mine.
It was a night like no other,
a feeling of cloud nine.

Your left hand wrapped upon my right.
Your right hand on my immobile arm.
I held on to you too tight
hoping that it will be no harm.

It was a feeling like no other
to finally feel loved.
Fortuitously slept, rather
than talking to my beloved.
A car ride with a boy that my heart opened to.
 May 2016
DaSH the Hopeful
As talent drained from every inch of my mind
I found reading other's work only made me jealous
                   I started to feel unpopular
          Not enough ideas left to create anything at all. Not a single drop of inspiration.

      As all of theses emotions and realizations mixed together

I became okay with copying your work.

       I can imagine you slaving in the dark
Racking your brain to find the perfect words to finish the last line


       Lucky for me I have it all right here, completed and ready to post
     Finished and polished and prepackaged with a message I didn't think of but everyone will commend me for.




    *I hope you enjoy it.
Not actually plagiarized. Just tired of seeing others plagiarize on here.
 May 2016
GaryFairy
So many are filled with hostility
hostile world, we're living in
in a place of constant volatility
volatile minds, never giving in

this world needs new possibilities
possibly, we can fix this place
place me in a world of viability
viable living for the human race

will we ever sow the seeds of fertility?
fertile growth for all of mankind
mankind needs a brand new civility
civil ways should be re-defined
this style has different rules than my usual quantum loops. Viable - capable of working successfully; feasible.
BOTANY
(of a seed or spore) able to germinate.
BIOLOGY
(of a plant, animal, or cell) capable of surviving or living successfully, especially under particular environmental conditions.
 May 2016
Just Melz
As raindrops slowly trickle down the window
              and expose a reflection of what
                   I used to know
   An image of the past that tends to haunt me pops out so clearly
                against the scenery
    And I can't complain about the hatred and pain
           brought on by the memory
              Cause
      the truth is I broke promises
          and I can't say I'm undeserving of the punishment
        As those raindrops turn to tears
   I realize all my fears
       must have been
          **heaven sent
 May 2016
jalc
.

         •we sleep
                                 swad-
                                           dled
                 we manage               tight•
           somehow      to wake            late at
       •and...                  cradled             night•
      the bed                    in the ci-          we toss
   ngle off                      cle of ea-           and tu-
   ms da-                     ch oth-             rn•roll
our ar-                  er's a-             away
sheets•            rms•           and re-
with the                   turn...•
our legs tangle

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Words by me.
Arrangement by the madly gifted ryn; more of his talent at writing and concrete poetry showcased at http://hellopoetry.com/ryn/
Thank you ryn(:
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