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 Sep 2016
J Robert Fallon III
My ambition is withering.
Cheers to the day when the pain ceases simmering.

My senses numbed and dull,
climbing into a mad state of power topped with energy, no longer beautiful.

My exterior is only a mask to the mayhem brewing and invading, as my interior is instantly stripped of all innocent glimmering.

The smallest of spark will ignite my flame,
a new pain that will bring an actual feeling, considering.

The flint and rock hit, as the heat rises and begins blistering.

Calmness is all I feel in this heated moment of usual irrationality,
a bliss peace peels open my eyelids to a simpler reality.

No longer do I pace back and forth alone,
booming shouts of unrelenting and steady voice high, never below.

I welcome the engage of the rage and only shiver as comfort is dissipating from the beautifully illuminated stage.

Just as sudden as it did begin, the pain begins withering and halts to a peaceful end.
 Sep 2016
Mydriasis Aletheia
I want to communicate something
but all I have is this
emptiness
where there should be emotion, I
wish for so many things
and yet can't find
the devotion.

Why am I so scared of my empathy?
It's been pretty dark for me of late, and winter is coming.
 Sep 2016
JidosReality
I had to think about the words before I wrote this Poem, see the hatred in-side me had no were to go.


Words broken by letters that felt abused and ripped apart thoughts searching for a place to hide in the dark.


My Poem books about to explode scattered words filled with Hatred falling apart, my angers lost in a rage strangling this poems page. 


I'm writing and shaking my pens fighting this Poems writing.


Understand the meaning my cravings addicted to this writing, it's so exciting it's creeping out from some were inside me. 


Hatred looks like a water drop falling fast running away lost, I want to rip my soul out into many pieces and let my eyes watch me try to fix it.


It's a dark hole scars filled with Hatred many alive with secrets story's that bleed when they start thinking. 


My mind try's not to day dream my day dreams make my Hatred speak day dreams screaming never going away qweek.


Hatred in this moment many memories filled with moments hating this Moment, remember that day when your life changed? Another moment lost away when you try to pray.


No answers coming back and yet you pray and pray all day thinking of what to say. See my Hatreds alive burning me to ashes in-side. 


A smokeless fire with many flames my Hatred will have to be contained in this poem books page.


JidosReality 19.6.5
#JidosReality The anger my pen feels sometimes. the hatred it has to express it's self so deep it can't be left alone.
 Sep 2016
Kareena
Run
I don't know how it has gotten to this point
That I don't trust myself when it comes to love
I don't know what I want and I attach myself so readily
More readily than I want to let go, even if it is not right for me
Even if they give me an open invitation to stay or go
*Why do I feel the urge to stay even if my heart says run away?
 Sep 2016
Kelsey Bohn
I fell in love with you so fast it was insane

we met at that coffee shop you use to work at, that seems so long ago
even though it was only a year ago

it took us so long to even speak to one another, both of us awkward and vacuous to one another's flattery  

you thought I was beautiful from the start, even when I didn't you did

I was so mean to you that first day that I walked in, and you stared at me, later you told me you couldn't look away

it took us months of brief passing, till you finally formally introduced yourself to me, you hate that, it made me ecstatic

we talked constantly for weeks, until we decided to go on a date

it was awkward, I was nervous, and so were you, but its something that can't be touch in its innocence, I still loved it

we fell for on another fast, and then after our third date as we laid looking at thoughts stars and you kissed me, was when we started to date

quickly we fell for one another hand and together

we laid staring into each others eyes when we told each other that we loved one another

I love everything about you, the good the bad every single thing

how could I not, you were everything I wanted, everything I need and more, you changed me, you made me better

we were happy, friends, and lovers

then this is the sad part of our story, there always is one, you were moving across the country in fact

I told you of what I had been like before you came into my life, I had opened up completely to you, I opened my chest exposing my beating heat, and you took care of it and did the same for me

then about a week later was the day that you departed, that morning the dat\y you went and I was leaving I loved you , seeing you lay there one the bed knowing that smile on your sleepy face was mine and that you loved me so made me happy, I cant stop loving you

after all your my first love

I hope someday we'll meet again, maybe when I'm older and your younger wouldn't that be a twist
 Sep 2016
Elizabeth Squires
night's skirling strong winds
were more subdued before
the morn's dawning light
 Sep 2016
Lily
This visitor is the topic of conversation in my life recently,
However it has been for centuries.
When he knocks on your door
You know its time to go
Even if things are left behind, there is no more time.
I see that many fear this visitor
Even praying that it wont come knocking on their door.
But I'm waiting...
I'm waiting.
It's not that I'm expecting this visitor any time soon
Nor do I wish to see him coming to my door step.
No it's more like
If he comes, I am ready.
If my time comes it comes.
So I sit here staring at my feet
While everyone frantically prays and denies his existence
I'm here contemplating what to eat next
While everyone is scared that they might be next.
So, my grandmother is close to death. Everyone is in tears while I'm happy that she will no longer suffer anymore. Is that selfish?
 Sep 2016
Ma Cherie
Sing me back home
to where I need to be
sing me a tune of my
memories
tell me a story
of saddened goodbyes
whisper
a melody of tears
that we've cried

belt out the words
with no holdin' back
I need reminders
to get me on track
takin' the old worn
railroad bed
hummin' along
with the ones in my head

Chorus-
Oh.. how I long to hear
that lonesome whistle blow
as a haunting old sounds will recall
remind me of how
it all faded away
as each passin' moment
remind me of gladness
sung just yesterday
where I left my heart....
behind

kindly paint me a picture
of each Broken Heart
torn down the middle
in a red Jagged line
color the shades
in a envious green
crooning blue ink
my heart
to remind

Oh... remind me...,

yesterday's dreams
and promises broken
open my ears to
the sounds of Goodbye
force me to listen
to people I'm hurtin'
watch every tear
as it drops when they cry

Chorus
Oh... how I long ...
to listen
as Sweet Singin' Tunes
will recall
lovely ol' footsteps
of children
dancin' in summer
down vacant Halls
remind me of how
it all faded a-way
of how I got here
with each passing day
hangin' on evr'y word
that you say
whisper
in words
with smilin'  faces
as my mind returns
as it's slowly
retracin'...

and I .....
remember.... when.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Lyrics...I think in folk/gospel style....again about Home with Love from Vermont
 Sep 2016
Eric L Warner
You Get Visibly Upset*
Every Time
I Hang Out With Her
As Far As I Can Tell, Its Because We Have A Healthy Connection.
We Look Into Each Others Eyes, And Change The Topic
But
You Know
That
We
Are
In
Love
 Sep 2016
Alex's Pipe Dreams
all the things you’ve won
cannot compare
to the delicate smoothness
of her hair
or the way she treats you
with so much care
and know that if for a minute
a blink of an eye
you think of her as just another
star in your sky
she’ll make sure to remind you
that come morning,
stars say goodbye
 Sep 2016
jenna elizabeth
the air hinting at what's to come
the cool and crisp feeling
with a promise
that leaves my head reeling
speaking of leaves
they start changing
turning these colors
nature rearranging
the sky changes
instead of blue and bright
it's a stark grey
both dark and light
anywhere you walk
there's a crunch
of fallen leaves
all in a bunch
having to bundle up
layered to keep warm
hats, scarves, gloves
coats to weather a storm

that is the magic of the third season
 Sep 2016
Karina Norris-Veirs
A tale as old as time
snake in the grass
Wrapping itself around
Whispering into the ears of innocence
forked tongue
One for truth
other lies
How it seamlessly intermingles them both
So eloquent it speaks
Lacing words together
How it's tail swipes
the sting unfelt
Due to hypnotizing words
Then he strikes
A fall from grace
Truth unfolds
*Tale as old as time...
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