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 Feb 2018
Michael Angelo
Tears roll down and sear my face. You would think I'd finally get used to this place- this world of perfect imperfection. How many lessons is one to learn? How many times must one burn under a sun indifferent to our existence? I want to scream in people's faces, "SNAP OUT OF IT!" But they wouldn't listen. What use is this toungue if I cannot speak? What use are these lungs if I cannot breathe easy? I have an anxious disposition and the universe laughing in derision at me doesn't help any.
 Jan 2018
Oskar Erikson
putting my headphones
before my house keys.
       *it doesn't matter if I sleep rough

       as long as my head is drowned of thought...
    
       *that alone is enough.
 Jan 2018
Stranger Blue
To taste the bittersweet nectar of thy lunar lips.
Lie me hope, sing to me the song of the helix.
Proffer me the chance to breach thy bastion,
encompass thee in my love and compassion.
Sanction me to be that one whispering love stories
in thine ear while bathing in the Aurora Borealis
dazzling and clear.
You and I, a rickety tent and a love nothing less of
heaven sent.
In mine heart thou shalt forever remain.
My panzer maid grant me...the fall of rain.
i try to work with a punctilious
attitude, and be conscientious  
but it's tedious bein fastidious
vs. mischievous and pretentious

condescending, persnickety
assiduously, picky people
who keep nitpicking, snippy, sickly while judgemental they're evil

jerks, sedulously deceitful
methodical when diabolical
it's ridiculous how meticulous
these hypocrites are symbolical

is ice, so suffice is a Popsicle
society for sobriety is invidious
i drown in tears while amphibious
are the oblivious, and supercilious

who **** me like the lascivious
but most are naturally perfidious
& birth of its insipid incipience
always was, humans are hideous

and maniacal like puritanical
was a mechanical part of biology
which is like psychology based on astrology, so even mycology

can't explain some guys fungi
and some try to think logically
but being **** about hypocrisy
in thought can be, like ******

to the psyche, a likely lobotomy
cuz conscience is mythological
cuz wealth perpetual, comes to the less ethical so impossible

is altruism, as cynicism feeds the vision of their egotism
til rights far from wrong like paganism is to catholicism  

that's why i live metaphysical
A mental visual state that invisible
where happiness is centrical
and by sacrifice isn't divisible

or only seen by our peripherals
cuz it's the only way comin to bliss
the only invention to fight tension for prevention of cuttin my wrists
 Jan 2018
Daniel Wetter
I’ve been speaking in we,
when whats shrinking is me.

The old need to believe,
has now exceeded it’s peak.

I do not achieve,
because I’m still stuck on repeat.

It’s true that love is forever,
to the utmost degree.

If love is forever,
then how long will I try?

And try as I might,
it’s the downfall thats divine.

On the bottom of rocks,
you’ll find my villainous mind.

In the past I reside,
but the future is mine.

As I’m speaking as me,
I have need for reply.

So it’s caution I heed,
my heart bleeds by design.
I wrote this so it could be read as a whole poem, as well as 10 individual 10w poems.
 Jan 2018
Michael Angelo
In the absence of oxygen,
A fire cannot grow.
In the absence of hope,
A soul comes to a slow,
Grinding halt.
I can hear the brakes squeaking.
Bone against bone; tendons creaking.
It's all so pointless now:
The lines, the rhymes,
Flow and structure.
I can feel the point of time
Puncture through my ribs
And towards my heart.
Read on, read on
I've lost,
You won.
I am the only one left
Fighting a battle that
Didn't need fighting for.
"That was patrol,
This is the war."
Line in quotes from David Bowie' s "Tis a Pity She was a *****"
 Jan 2018
Dallas Phoenix
To tether a coward's heart requires landscaping merit
Gut a root by its throat and choke a fluke out its inheritance,
Backwards benovolent,
Dirt head settlement,
Spent a night in Kemper's garden and woke as a vingered asparagus,
Salty tongue, moldy lungs,
Casper with a fleshy tone,
Let's take the train to the dreg alley where my misery moans,
Or sell that ticket for a minute with my low alchemy spirit,
And hear these paper-mache grenades explode into confetti sentences,
My juxtaposition's missing,
She took the easy way out,
So I'm a broken puzzle framing my existence by the crack in this couch
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