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 Dec 2016
Sam
A final stanza on the busy bus
can make the world freeze
so don't forget to hold onto the handrail
or when it really stops,
you'll be brought crashing to your knees
 Dec 2016
Sam
Maybe the greatest injury yet
was all too soon after we met
and with eyes and ink still wet
you tried to **** me with the alphabet
 Dec 2016
Sam
A chicken might live without a head
live many a year before it's dead
but have its heart ripped from its breast
and it'll be in seconds before it rests

but oh how its different with us
and isn't the poem the best forum to discuss
that without a head - death would appear
but without a heart. Well. I'm still right here
 Dec 2016
Sam
is this poetry or is this love
is this business really something
to discuss in the tub

is this drowning or is this drinking
or are these overwhelming feelings
products of too much thinking

is this sleeping or is this blinking
because i don't know how much further
life can keep shrinking

poetry is sleep, death and rest
and while these have not truly been addressed
I guess poetry is also life's digress
 Dec 2016
Sam
Her
if you couldn't infer who is 'her'

she is all the hers i've known
from all the we's that I have blown
where some and none and one are One
and more will come til life's been run

that's a guess but it sounded definite
its also a guess that the possibilities are infinite
it's a guess she'll remain as a sessioned imression
I know I still haven't answered your question
 Dec 2016
the lost girl
Drowning in the darkness of your eyes
I will still be counting the stars
Ignoring the voice shouting inside
Saying "stupid girl! Just run!!"
no time, no sound
just me and you
and you and me around
feeling your hands
pushing me down
Grabbing my neck
stealing my breath
I can feel your fears
pouring through your tears
but no matter dear
I will fly away
with no hope, no fear
She only knows her talks with Death at night
kisses from her curtains as she peers out her window.
Her eyes like the dawn; dewy and lonesome.
Her hair like dying embers; a fire from years ago.
Only her bedsheets are listening when she whispers her woes.
She alone is so much more than a human.
She is a book; a ballad; a painting that speaks paragraphs.
Lips silent as death, yet a stare loud like the morning sun.
She is a girl; a star; a constellation.
She is a fight; a fire; a mistake unto herself.
Alone she undoes, and takes, and destroys, and unravels what has been mended.
She misses her talks with sleep at night
kisses from someone as she closes her eyes, dewy and in love.
Her hair nothing more than a spark without a past.
Open ears are listening when she whispers her woes.
She, alone, is more than a human.
She is a book; a ballad; a girl I once knew.
 Nov 2016
Nexus Sammy
I
What is Racism?
But a notion
That has existed
For centuries
Trying to divide us
You are white
And happy
I'm black
And i'm happy too
   II
What is skin?
But a covering
To our similarities
Beyond the flesh
lies our similarities
We all consist of
Same skeleton
Same muscles
And same blood colour
   III
Beyond the flesh
Is our true identity
No matter how different
We think we are
We are all the same
Beyond the flesh.
i dug million graves and found skeletons which i failed to group according to its race
Big
My life is big,
My world is bigger,
It's no wonder I often find myself
by getting lost!

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Oct 2016
Heather Valvano
A lone observer I am
But in my mind
In my head
There are more colors than can ever be counted
And I paint pictures of you
On THIS day,
Without regret,
Without fear,
Paying my debt,
To the universe or destiny,
Whichever saw fit,
To have me like your comment,
As I sat to ****, (Lol. Not really, but needed rhyme bahahaha;)

I give thanks,
To whatever it be,
That allowed me to view,
And actually see,
Your most beautiful soul,
Built from the stars,
Outlasting relationships
And materialistic cars.

I am not a poet.
These words are not mine;
But left upon my being
Across all space and time.
To send out to you,
To confirm you know well,
There is only the heavens,
There is no fiery hell.

Only the one ****** upon us,
On this rock we now stand,
Fashioned by ignorance,
Of a far lesser man.
Whom can't see your beauty,
Your sparkle, your shine.
Whom fate has put in the distance
Kissing his own behind.

You'll stretch now.
You'll glow.
You'll see what I see.
You'll fashion your future
With support and "yippie's" from me.
Dr Suess, another ENTP,
Will be quite jealous
Of our friendship, and me.

He'll yell "What is THIS; That I see?
As The Cat in the Hat goes flat splat
Wondering of you and me.
"How CAN this BEEEEEE??!?!??
That from 100 INFJs,
He chose only YOU
To build a friendship
And build you less blue?"

We will not answer,
But leave it to the stars,
To light our paths,
Raising our bars;
To not accept,
Less than we deserve,
To remind each other of that,
When life throws us curves.

I'll be your shoulder,
From this day own,
To love you as you'll allow,
While your off the ****.
I'll be your support,
If only as friend,
That is my promise
Until the very end.

Until the stars burn out, with a kiss, goodnight.
For Jamie Nicole
 Oct 2016
roxy
hello my name is dyed red hair

hello my name is infj

hello my name is having a love hate relationship with different music genres

hello my name is crying during sad or happy movies

hello my name is an avid just dance player

hello my name is wearing black all the time

hello my name is liking the color blue best

hello my name is b math

hello my name is canadian

hello my name is sometimes not so happy with my weight

hello my name is a writer

hello my name is being afraid of being left alone

hello my name is captain of the volleyball team

hello my name is a christian

hello my name is q

hello my name is fashion lover

hello my name is making bad decisions

hello my name is loving to travel a lot
dedicated to jaide lynne, i really liked your poem so i thought i'd make my own
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