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 Aug 2015
GaryFairy
the bar is closing, but she is opening
she is as soft as the night
when she removes all of her clothing
underneath the dim alley light
 Aug 2015
GaryFairy
can you feel that?
the thoughts are pulling
feels like a hook in the gut

it's grueling
words ruling
like a book that i can't shut

mind stealing
what am i feeling?
i'd rather feel anything but

fate sealing
revealing
it's something, but i don't know what
 Aug 2015
Jake muler
So i went to work last night, got home, hit alarm on
What happens!
Alarm let me sleep in another two extra hours, thanks buddy
 Aug 2015
GaryFairy
the best poet on hello poetry
they keep to themself
they hardly communicate with others
they're writing stays on the shelf

the best poet on hello poetry
writes down what's in their head
no poetry sisters and brothers
they are the one who is never read
 Aug 2015
Ambient Destruction
This girl I used to know
Is stuck to my ceiling
A miracle of chemistry
Never mind gravity
This strange feeling
That got stuck there and
Died on a school Tuesday
And I remember how the final words
That tasted those soft lips
Sounded like the snap-crackle-crunch of
My spine breaking
How every Wednesday since then is
Bring yourself to work
And I go as a better version of myself
But I always get caught
Somehow
And now that I'm lost out here in the world
It happens somewhere inside my head
And I'd dig it out with a spoon
If only I knew how
And I miss this entire world we had
The quirky things that are no longer there
Like the demolished wood and plastic arcade
The sweet smell of Dr. Peppers and sweaty pennies
Everything feels unreal now
A documentary without an audience
Shot from a million miles away
Beauty is locked behind bulletproof glass
And everything is displayed for us to "touch"
But all we ever get to do is "see"
A cold existence
Without texture
A smudge of something that once was
Splinters and cuts if you get too close
And happiness is stuck in detention
Until you divide yourself with infinity
And pre-order the game of life
Twice
And I remember how
When two people launch their kites
And the storm comes
The strings always find a way to tangle
Until one side snaps
And breaks free of the other
I remember how a penny has two sides
And a world without broken hearts
Is a world without hearts at all
But I miss the games we played
And there's this awkward silence
Like when a game we shared ends
And we both say we're out of pennies;
And one of us lies.
Kids playing grownup games.

Childhood series #9
 Aug 2015
Poetic T
In my mind I feel, breath, think.

But I may touch upon things but
Never feeling them there.

I breath but I exhale nothing
But pure emptiness.

I think enough has been said.
 Aug 2015
Jake muler
Got a gas tank full and ready to travel

What shenanigans can I bolster today
 Aug 2015
Jake muler
Punishment not fitting crime again? What's up with the head peeling?
 Aug 2015
Ian Beckett
So close, that we are drowning,
So close, that we are still in madness,
So close, that we are invisible in our love,
So close, that we are one 10000 miles apart,
So close, that we do not have to talk to know,
So close, that our hearts beat like one heart,
So close, that we dream the same dreams,
So close, that we breathe the same air,
So close, that we are one person.
 Aug 2015
David Ehrgott
The Twenty-nine Janes


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Jane
                                                      Jane                              Jane
                 Jane
                                Jane                                   Jane                              Jane

Jane                                             Jane

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Jane                                                           Jane




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Jane                                             Jane                       Jane
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
A king
Is no king;
Without
His queen!!!!!



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Aug 2015
Poetic T
Her friends in the dark, always playing games,
The headless One in places never expected always
A mouthful of jelly maggots, he likes the games.

"I eat one every now and again,

The eyeless one never watching where he goes always
Jumping out ***** nails so I gave then a coat of baby
Pink much prettier, now his teeth all un-neat.

"Sharp and graceful what do you think,

They like the place of perpetual darkness, they said I
Can visit it soon, I packed my Dora bag. they said its
A one way trip, one more game of hide and seek.

**"A slimy goes down before my eternal sleep Mmm...,
 Aug 2015
Jake muler
In traffic trying to think of a better way to get around this,
But dude sometimes just wanna hit the car in front of me, though wouldn't do that.
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