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 Apr 2015
Asim Javid
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;

We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.

We've conquered outer space, but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less.

We plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait.

We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.
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 Apr 2015
Hannah
I really liked your authentic phở
and that’s the only thing I’ll miss
I want to be able to say it politely
while we're still at the table
so I’ll excuse myself to say
*******
and your salty ways

It sickens me,
your relationship
with him
and me
and how you got in between
our fake love
and thank god for you
because we needed an excuse to stop *******

But,
His body
is so delicious
and his skin
is so soft
and his lips
are my dessert
and perhaps
these are the only things
that you did right
for his life

I want to tell him
how I’ve found something new
and thank god
they can taste me
unlike you ever could.
 Apr 2015
Ann M Johnson
I at times will wake her up
reminding her of important stuff
I guide her by giving her the weather report
So she is appropriately dressed
I correct her  grammar when she chats
I help her stay in touch with family and friends
My list of duties appear to never end
I keep track of important dates
I give her the time so she is never late
I do all these tasks without thanks or praise
If I would just suddenly quit
She would just move on to using a newer version of me
because all I really am to her is just a cell phone that is what I was created to be
Written from a perspective of a cell phone, perhaps you would like to write a perspective poem of your own, Happy writing to you!
 Apr 2015
Charlie
His eyes pools of blue, his hair mousy and soft.
His lips as luxurious as a breeze on a hot day.
His words pierce me like cupid's arrows, his gaze as stunning as Medusa.
I feel this for him yet I'm just a friend, my soul sings like the caged bird.
 Apr 2015
Dustin Matthews
Our lips taste of wine

Her naked body pressed mine

Intoxicating!!
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