Raw Emotional Honest Poetry Collection

Feb 2016

Pia

*** & ArT

For the human race
The game of *** is an art
One has to learn it

Good *** is like good bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.

#love #imagination #*** #affection

Feb 2016

Pia

CaRnaL lOvE

I want
the kind of kiss
that takes my breath away,
makes my skin feel
like electricity and leave

Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they're not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or--such is the pleasure they experience--they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them.

#love #kiss #imagination #***

Feb 2016

Alyssa Underwood

Drawn

God draws out
the deepest, sharpest
most tormenting pain in us
brings it straight to the surface
with raw nerves and ugly roots exposed
then meets us right there in that exact place
with the tender, soothing, healing balm of His love

"I love the LORD, for He heard my voice; He heard my cry for mercy. Because He turned His ear to me, I will call on Him as long as I live. The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of the grave came over me; I was overcome by distress and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the LORD: 'LORD, save me!' The LORD is gracious and righteous; our God is full of compassion. The LORD protects the simplehearted; when I was brought low, He saved me. Return to your rest, my soul, for the LORD has been good to you. For you, LORD, have delivered me from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before the LORD in the land of the living."
~ Psalm 116:1-9

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#god #jesus #healing #pain #torment #exposure #love #deliverance #anguish #comfort

Feb 2016

Anwar Francis

May 9, 1945

Ma is sitting on the porch
just before the laid out crumble
of stone outlined by brick and mortar
iron bands, gold shell casings
and silence
except for the sky
did you know colors can speak
burnt orange clouds
like fluffed up dried blood
its been raining for years
on shirts, on limbs
on the inside of women’s thighs
bitten by the cold
unforgiving—
that’s how we got here
the place where we are shown
what we have shown
what does Pa think of all this?
he’s looking right up at that sky
scarred and singed
defiant in his brokenness
feelings awash amid the rubble
now comes the season of atonement.

Last month I went to Germany for the first time, and learned a lot about World War II and its effects on the people who participated in it. I wanted to think about a little boy, growing up at this time, and what it might be like for him to look out at the effects of the war, just after it concluded.

#loss #history #germany #worldwar2

Feb 2016

Busbar Dancer

Bibles are Free Except When They Aren't

As to this
cobbled together understanding:
The universe despises absolutes, and
cares not for truth seeking.
The grand spiral needs no faith.
It is not with the master's death, then
that we have become spiritual ronin,
beholden to none;
without obligation -
without the comfort of purpose....
Instead, here we are,
the rain dogs of the cosmos;
lost and alone
on a strange world
with no scent to follow.
We are the orphans of sun and moon -
bad parents if ever there were.

Jan 2016

Andie May ostrander

*Problems*

if I wasn't made out broken dreams,
I could do most anything.
but the world around me seems just a little to cruel,
and I just feel a little to blue.
so if your not busy  why don't you stop bye,
just to see if I'm all rite tonight.

now I know we've got our problems,
you and I.
But, you said you would never leave,
can you promise me that tonight.
if you can only see the world  threw my eyes,
you'd know how much I really need you tonight.

just promise me that whir ever you may go,
its  only down a rode I can follow.
I guess this is good-bye for you and I.
just know you are the sun and the moon in my eyes.

Well, this is a little reprieve from my norm, I hope you like it and I'm curious to see what you think its about so leave a comment if you would like! Let me know if I should write more in this type of style or if you like my norm !

#love #hate #pain #death #sun #moon #world #hope #problems

Jan 2016

Andie May ostrander

Love

Love is irrational, but it douse not hurt
being dishonest with yourself that's what burns
and wen you cry over them and you feel all alone
the blame is no ones but your own
now I cant say that I know how bad it gets
im only fifteen
I haven been their yet
But I know what love is and the high that you get
because I am young but yet I have loved
So with all that I am ad all that I have
I say love doesn't hurt, its the one that you love
that will be your end

Jan 2016

Mydriasis Aletheia

Being And Memory (Mydriatic Redux)

Dopamine addict itched for a serotonin fix,
Gazing into this sonder mirror,
The craving for opia hit.

Staring down mydriasis, shooting up
with the metaphysics. Consigned to it,
Being strung out on ∃xistence, whatever
depth you'd ascribe to it. Know that passion
is incandescent, embrace peace as effervescent;

Lost in the gaze of fall liberty,
Rainy daze in winter ecstasy.
Found in a maze of spring empathy,
Azure haze of summer vibrancy.

Mescalito tornado on desert sands,
Shroom typhoon on distant shores,
∀cid cyclone on the horizon,
Pharmahuasca maelstrom
drank the earth.

Ion chaser ate a hurricane
and thus The Empyrean was born.

An unnecessary redux of my favorite lines.

Jan 2016

Traveler

DEAR DEPRESSION

Dear depression you can't win
Your dark shadow posed to descend
Always pretending to be my only friend
Constantly blaming the fool within

But you see
Even if somebody gives me a hard time
You can't block my sweet sunshine
All these layers of who I am
Cannot be undone by simple spam

My devices has an off button
My mind cannot be limited
To these circuits of cyber bliss
And certainly not controlled
By the words of some avatar
Who uses words as fist...

Jan 2016

agalwithwords

Bored...

When too bored I get
Seldom I do regret
The opportunity to get up
And knock some pigeons out
New always gets old
and old always gets bored
Nothing anymore
Seems to excite the neuron
Repetition is so dull
Makes life absolutely null
Been there, done that
What is so new about the act?
Same words, same path
Where is the fire and the wrath?
Even writing this is a task
Blowing away an empty cask
Boredom is inevitable
Pushing yourself is manageable
Go deeper and down
With everything in the town
Will find the new kingdom
And get out of the boredom..

One lazy afternoon...

#kingdom #boredom