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Walk away slowly
      Please don't run
Remember
    I'm still holding the gun
It's cocked
        And loaded....
Aimed at my temple
     Why didn't you listen?
The rules....
    WERE SIMPLE!!!
I handed you my heart
    Expecting you not to
        Break It!
You should've known it...
   I'm a ******* poet!
I can turn anything you say
     Into a **** ****** scene
Make you wish
      It was ALL A DREAM
But it's not
       And you're gone
I'm holding the trigger
          Thank God
I decided to use ink
      Instead of bullets...
 Feb 2016
Olivia-Grace
This is the story of two little birds,
forced to keep their story unheard.
One quite frail with legs so lean,
the other a bit large, eyes of ivy green.
They met in the forest just barely hatched,
when they came across one another in the forest thatch.
They’d fly next to each other, side by side,
how sad their love, they had to hide.
They tried not to let their wings touch,
touching only a little, at least not that much.
They kept flying yet couldn’t seem to find the light,
their wings were tired from putting up with the fight.
At night they’d try to sleep, together in their nest,
comforting his beloved, the smaller tried his best.
‘Why can’t we love?’
Neither knew the answer as the moon shined above.
Sadness took over the bigger ones heart,
never wanting to ever be torn apart.
He was tired of being told no,
trying his hardest not to let go.
The smaller one whispered while taking in the cold breeze,
‘Hold on, stay brave for me, please...’
 Feb 2016
Joel Johnson
You should know love
knows no distance
and true love
no time

It's transcendent
like watering of leaves
during summer's fog
brightened with brilliance in luminescence
of a setting sun

For years the world has wondered
searching for what it lacked
then it was found
and it was you and me
together
taking time
through time
to see that it's our time
divine
that's set to right all wrongs

Let it be known on this day
that even hell has parted
to make way
for what we shall be
together

What say you
magical princess
shall I go forth
or will it be wherefore
that I say
wondering o'er into winter's days
what could have been
and why it wasn't that way
 Feb 2016
DaSH the Hopeful
Sometimes I look at it and see my father
Sometimes, my addictions,
Or my peers.
Other times I see it as a product of circumstance
And still others as a conscious choice.

*But no matter what I see, its always in my way. That never changes.
 Jan 2016
Sierra Primus
A new car without a horn
An old dress that was never worn.

A book with no pages
A year without ages.

A pen with no ink
The sunset without pink.

Love with no hearts
A play with no parts.

A desert without dunes
A night with no moons.
 Jan 2016
DaSH the Hopeful
I put you on my wall today
          As soon as I got home
              And I smilled at how you were crooked
                   And I tilted my head to really see you

      And that's when the water sloshed out of my ears and I was drowning

                      Your eyes became bubbles that helped me breathe
              When I sucked them in
  
       I became one with the pressure
The fluctuating force that I knew all to well
         Spilling from my ears like a cloud too heavy to hold its weight
    
             You drift off the wall and float with me, fragile, yet permanent and meaningful in my mind
 Jan 2016
Flo
Isolated in a small mountain range
This is my hideout, my saving shore
This is where I grew up way before
Nothing here ever seems to change

Hills and valleys taking their turn
Meadows and creeks filling them out
A wonderful scenery there is no doubt
Laying in grass without concern

A small mountain range
Hidden inside the heart of Germany
A name most have never heard certainly
It's too little to be known, how strange

It's quite pretty here
A place where the air is still pure
Silence and nature, a stressed minds cure
A perfect place to disappear
Everyone has that place where they can go, when life goes stressfull. A familiar place, used as a hideout to escape our common everyday problems.
 Jan 2016
Amanda
On the inside,

I'm a wonderland.
 Jan 2016
Flo
It's been three years
There is no doubt
Our stressed mind clears
Love is running out

I loved you dear
I really did
But now I fear
Come here and sit

Lets talk about how it was
And talk about what it will be
What has been the cause
That came between you and me

I can't be with you, I'm unable to stay
Pretending there's love is becoming too hard
Day by day
We're drifting apart

Now that you know
How I truly feel
We should let go
And let time pass to heal

I want to thank you
For all the love you gave
There is nothing that I could do
I will treasure this time and keep it safe
 Jan 2016
DaSH the Hopeful
Narcolepsy* hard and heavy watch me fall asleep
            Lulled to bed in a cunning thread of the tangled web we weave
    I dream in pristine colors, windows of my mind anew
No fingerprints or ***** looks or evidence of you

         I find comfort in forever wherever it may be
        I may have left my home but it will always stay with me
                 The smell of all the smoke with the sound of all the rain
   On constant playback every second deep within my brain

        I found that time is all that matters and everything else faded
        I spent years and years learning how to forget everything I hated
    I've only gotten older and have nothing left to show
              Except a ringing alarm clock and blood on my pillow

    
Narcolepsy** hard and heavy watch me as I sleep
     Another pill, another high, another date to keep
      If I shall die before I wake, I hope that I'm with you
    Then it won't matter where I go, cause you will see me through
 Jan 2016
Flo
It takes time to find the right words
Conceiving them so they may blossom
A construct of words, a piece of art
The perfectionist hidden inside a poets heart

Though impatient he is
Eager to find the most beautiful words
He's rushing it, he's writing too fast
A bad poem he wrote, he's seeing aghast

The impatient poet retries again
A simple relapse it won't happen once more
As he's rushing, he didn't learn from the past
Poetry needs time, he noticed at last
I tend to write too fast and too eager to find the right words and when writers block strucks I don't give myself enough time. What more is there to say...
"Poetry needs time, he noticed at last"
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