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 Oct 2014
Onoma
Isn't it fun excising polarities
just to watch them wiggle back
toward one another?
Their vortical tumble intellectually
hybridized so a "school of thought"
can advertise perverse stimulation.
Imagine if Yin were told when to
kiss Yang, and how deeply...
with no Unifying eye contact to
consummate their vision.
Thought...Now...is dead...not God--
as the parts of their Sum have been
called Home in regard to misidentification.
 Oct 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
You've tried a hundred times, I know,
But don't give up what you've begun;
It may be that what you seek will succeed
In try number a hundred and one.
my 100th 4-line poem
 Oct 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Raise your voices high
Lift your banner to the sky
Shout what you believe.
 Oct 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
You run through my veins like a lightning bolt
As my soul escapes from an endless dark;
The murmur of wonderings in the vault:
You ignite the points of my soul to spark.
You're everywhere I wished that I could be;
You exhaust my efforts to be someone.
You're everyone I tried to impress & please;
You pull the at the ends 'till I'm all undone.
Why do you chase me around in my head?
Why don't you just let the shadows be?
You fill me with even the smallest thread
Of your being; I am overflowing.
     I just want more, but I cannot afford
     The exhaustion from sleep-walking each night.
 Oct 2014
Tawanda Mulalu
God lit us into life
and enjoyed us for just over seven days-
when clouds were still white puffs of sweet nicotine
and a volcanic eruption was just another blaze
in a series
of ***** inhalations.

But then God coughed his lungs out
and realized that Humanity is a cancer
which divides uncontrollably into a collective
body without a head to control it; a cancer
that insists on tar-

-ring its own pathways
along pre-existing pathways
of life-giving oxygen
(cities replace forests just as
carbon monoxide replaces oxygen
in red blood cells' haemoglobin).


...Evidently, the pleasure of her eyes was not enough,
so you sought for some clouds and volcanoes.
But then again, the absence of that same pleasure was what
drove you to become God in the first place.
We ****!
 Oct 2014
Tomas Denson
Was that a dream
is this a dream
i find realities are
tearing me apart
reflections look real
opposed to the ghosts
that haunt my life

Is this a dream
was that a dream
should i bleed for the fantasy
surrender to reality
trapped in a photograph
that trembles with
my screaming mind

Was that a dream
is this a dream
do i live, do i die
for imaginary lives
that are more real
than the reality surrounding me
impossibility chooses

Is this a dream
was that a dream
inside my head
is outside my mind
a lie is more real
then the tuth
of my life
 Oct 2014
Tessa
my tea has gone sour overnight
the stars must have mixed with milk
dreams dancing into my two white pillows
why does night slip away so suddenly

tones of sadness find me early morning
I try to unsap my fatigue and fall
stumbling into the room where we keep our food
which keeps us alive

sip my new fresh tea from my country
red and warm and hugging
I miss the accents of my land
craving something familiar (like you) but not

maybe we are all so incurably alone
spinning around this globe individually
unstoppable in solidarity
maybe this was how it was meant to be.
 Oct 2014
Anderson M
Is undoubtedly scaled with
An attitude
That shies from ineptitude
Countless highs and lows
One surmounts one mountain
a million mole hills sprout
all craving attention
a challenge to any possible accession
 Oct 2014
Anderson M
An instance before my mind
Unceremoniously
unprecedentedly
Imploded due to devices
Of its own making.
The mind's simply complicated
 Oct 2014
Anderson M
An eccentricity
With meager complexity
And hell lot of sublimity.
Simplicity just like common sense
isn't so common place
it's as rare as the existence
of complexity itself
suffice to say it's an enigma
that's elusive,admired and distasted
almost in equal measure

10w.
 Oct 2014
SøułSurvivør
eyes
to caress
the moist horizons

hands
to see the
skeins of velvet black

hair
upon your
moulded shoulders

skin
adorns the
lithe line of back

soft
the light
which breaks in silence

dew
the lips
which part with moans

fragrance
which the
ears remember

heart
which i
now call my own



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 21, 2014
my first real love poem
 Oct 2014
Harley Hucof
She's my SIS
she is everything that i'm not
still we are in some ways alike

I hate how all those years passed where we barely spoke
we live in the same house but its like each one was alone

Sometimes even if we would talk it was to say something mean
so many things i regret i wish i could repeat those scenes

I know every brother and sister have their fights
but i still remember when you were afraid to sleep alone at night
We used to share the same room until i turned 14
Dont get me wrong
we had alot of fun memories
but as we got older we grew apart

i know its not your fault
its probably mine
i wasnt there for you almost all the time
sorry
you probably wont read this but its good to say how i feel
i dont talk much so this is my only relief

i never was a good Bro
i just want to hug you and never let go

I love you <3


Words Of Harfouchism
My one and only sis!
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