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 Apr 2016
Bianca Reyes
You think you're too serious
Too shy
Complain about being too curious
Too sly

You say you're too independent
Too whimsical
Question why you're too impatient
Too analytical

I need you to realize and stop whining
You're the right amount of everything
With the most impeccable timing
Shared on April 21, 2016
Copywrite under Bianca Reyes


Bye
 Apr 2016
Matt
Well, of course everyone
Has a right to express
Themselves however
They want

And these images
May have some
Deep meaning

I just don't like it
Humans without eyes
Or non-human eyes

Or whatever it might be
It is all a bunch
Of *******

If you ask me

Distorting what
Is natural
Altering what is real

I am a lover
Of the light
You know the deal

That doesn't mean
I can't appreciate
Being miserable
Or being sad

It doesn't mean
I can't appreciate
Being depressed
Or mad

These images
May express
How someone feels

It may communicate
A pain that is real

And I of all people
Can understand
Emotional pain

I am miserable
And alone

Sitting at my desk
Writing these poems

I feel that earth
Is just a temporary home

I love the light beings
Don't you see

The ones who
Spread joy
To you and to me

Muhammad, Buddha, Jesus too
Religion can be good for you

Or an agnostic
That is fine too

Just don't let
Your heart
Turn to stone

Do not let darkness
Drag you in

Lovers of the light
They will win
It's being natural you see
Being light
And walking
So happily

Sometimes life
Will make you mad
Other times will make you sad

I'm not that happy
Not at all
But I was sent
To earth

I will stand tall
Not too proud
I'm just me

This is the life cycle
Just let things be

You will decide
In the end
Whether you want
Light or darkness
To be your friend

Blackness and void
I am not afraid of you

You provide the background
And like the stars
I can shine through
 Apr 2016
john shai
Slither slither
Come hither
From castle to castle
We fear and hustle

Every house a fortress
Lock the gates at day
Everyone wants your money
Responsible for the poor

Buy socks from a street vendor
At an extravagant price
Save money at the supermarket
Because really your budget is tight

Give cigarettes to the druggies
At every traffic light
Give what you have left over
To charity; rids you of guilt

But the oraters in the halls
Of politics say you are the reason
You are the cause
The poor MUST commit treason
 Apr 2016
Mica Kluge
I feel like I'm just watching life,
Like an ocean trapped within a picture frame.
Then, there are those sometimes
When the sea breaks free of its frame
And swallows me whole.
 Apr 2016
Traveler
Post for me
A loveless poem
In the key forgotten
And forever alone
In a cadence of disaster
Innocence expunged
Post for me your
Most Dejected one

Post for me
A loveless poem
All your darkness
Carved in stone
Broadcast live
The sins denied
From the dark place
Where you hide

Let loose now
Your nobody knows
Your most shameless roll
Your damaged soul
Post for me
Your loveless poem
I swear to you
I'll forgive us both...
 Apr 2016
wordvango
What a fool I was , undignified
to light one up at the funeral,
the mourners gasped, as I blew you that
one last shotgun , as I promised you
I would that day we met in April
1967 at the love-in
on the hill the new rock bands playing
songs of peace and love so beautiful
the flowers and  kisses being gave
out so freely and we got so high
promised if you died I'd give you one
last shotgun to take you smiling out
to wherever it is ole' hippies
go
 Apr 2016
Dark n Beautiful
My soul has been ****** dry,
due to the rising body temperature,
This drove me to speak in tongues

I close my eyes and I drift deep into a bed of jelly
as my heart called out your name,
My body became lifeless
and we become one with our feelings.
 Apr 2016
d
It is a passed down trait;
An inherent gene.
You are weak.
Every square foot of her body teaches her.
Nature has taught her physiological function
is equal to psychological conditioning.
The most complex ***** in her body
disciplines her into fear.
Her fear manifests into her hands,
trembling with insecurity.
Her unwavering quivering builds into her shoulders.
Her shoulders hold tension, thus affecting her posture.
Her appearance renders her vulnerable
and the holy place between her legs
becomes saturated with pain.
Whether by false hand, or natural purpose,
pain becomes her.
This lesson alone teaches her feet the importance of urgency.
A tool meant for grounding quickly learns to run.
Urgency seeks comfort,
a comfort found in an ache.
Relief is found across her skin.
Her guilt travels from her arms into her stomach.
A sinking feeling, heavy and haunting.
Her guilt transgresses into anger,
her heart circulates blood and rage.
Her shame finds a home along her thighs;
a place she will keep hidden.
Secrecy desperately looks for security in which
is born in her own embrace.
Safety is found when she wraps her arms around herself
returning back again to the familiar position she was created in.
Safety in the womb, safety in the fetal position.
Her cycle repeats in rapid succession,
never slowing,
forever spinning.
This is habituation.
This is her burden.
This is what her body has taught her.
#women #body #habituation
 Apr 2016
Adele
I, sometimes think,
I am wasting my time for nothing.
It is running and I'm not moving.
The world revolves,
people evolve
They told me to find my place,
and I'm still here on the same spot.
I don't know what to do.
What I see are them walking on fast forward
and I will always be on a slow motion.
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