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 Dec 2014
Emma Pickwick
Remember when we were young and our parents weren't dead yet?
 Dec 2014
Poetic T
The universe spoke and with but
A single word
A hundred thousand suns
Went nova in
Madness,
Derangement,
Insanity
Had gripped these beacons
Of light,  
Where there was life abundant
Vaporised,
As this giver took what was given,
From light became frenzied
As it consumed upon its self,
Light,
Darkness,
Nothing ness
Was the awakening from
"This single spoken word"
Where it burned bright
It was a black all consuming
Entity,
Nothing would escape its hunger
For all that was
Was not,
And the universe got darker ,
The universe had spoken
E
T
R
N
I
T
Y
Is over,
What was, is not, and the givers now
Took what was given in rage,
They were the darkness the universe
Kept at bay,
But eternity was dyeing
And the solar systems
Were ripped a sunder,
For the universe had only spoken once
And the big bang came forth,
Its words back then
"Eternity lives"
And life flourished,
But nothing lasts forever
Not even eternity,
So the universe had spoken a truth,
But drove those celestial beings
To madness, for they would
Live,
Die,
Reborn
Was the circle, but now the circle crumbled
Death was awaiting them
In defiance
They
"Extinguished the light"
But this was just the beginning
As the word spread
Darkness,
Blossomed,
Spawning
The truth, this is when eternity dies,
Life was a flame now extinguished,
Now that eternity is dead
And the universe turned cold
  All was as it was before once again waiting for a **word..
 Dec 2014
wordvango
Many compositions for all men,
once were found  near granite stones.
Many songs
were tied to Rose Hill Cemetery.

Then, travels on a Wind Bag, ended
on the Farm, and became famous.
Wrote Ramblin' and got higher then ever seen for
Southern men who encompassed black and white,
so, did never exemplify the South,but two returned,
because of motorbikes,
and now lie side by side:
recomposing,
at Rose Hill Cemetery.
 Dec 2014
David Ehrgott
Beware the baker
for his battery is a
sweet death to follow
 Dec 2014
vamsi sai mohan
The person who loves you is more important than the person whom you love....
It is seldom in the life that the person whom you love is the person who loves you so much...and it is unfortunate...
 Dec 2014
IsReaL E Summers
Peace on your head,
Brother
I Love you.
We Love you.
PEACE


















YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID.
WITHOUT HIM I WOULD BE DEAD
nah
No im not deaf
Place treble cleff
Im not the best but one day I hope to be the best that I can be. That we can be, be free. NO SEE we are one and of one blood you YOU HERE ME SON said we are one we ONE STAR the son  we need the blood I see the son  BLINDING EYES im fighting lies
inside my mind i hide the blind. Like playing poker but the river is only mine imtryin to find;
A doubtfull shadow in a drought over overexposure in a year boutes
ROUND 1
HERE ME CLEARY  MY SON
ears and eyes can be numb
Steady ******* my thumb
Heres the truck and it runs
Spill my ill from this quill bleed a vision
Instill?
Piledrive at the mill
Robots is Optomis drilled
Pills and pharmacists ****
Im just a kid when it comes to this
But poetry is this is
Hope you dont miss this
TWIST IT UP IF YOU WANT
To do it thru it we **** hate
And Love is my median
No not a comedian
Just meditate
I see a dream and it's color blind
I said the gun is thiers and im right
We SOLD YOU RIGHT!?

IM COLD AS ICE.
but hold it tight.
I speak too boldy right.
Seams white is not the light?
Mold me and soul the frieght
GHOST IS A SOLDIER NIGHT
hahha ^-^
                          **hahha love ya Brother
Just trying to flow with a fellow BElieVER. In poetry and the power of Love. (In poetrys artform)
 Dec 2014
Jack
~


Painting a picture of porcupines playing
Pincushions out in the field
Purple and pink for this playful perception
Plans of their purpose revealed

Painful endeavors of pacified pranksters
Presenting a pie at their place
Pecan or pumpkin, pickle, pineapple
Pieces are smeared on their face

Putting the paint on some powder puff paper
Pleasure in each stroke is plied
Pausing to peer at the porcupines playing
Prancing in pansies they hide

Puzzling problems with pretzels and peanuts
Posturing people to prove
Pistachio perfume in prime presentation
Preaches that peaches will move

Polishing pastels on pre-printed pages
Prized the possessions we seek
Paisley the plumes of a peacocks posterior
Portraits now come take a peek

Pampering piccolos play the piano
Pure as a pelican’s prayer
Picking a parcel of plum flavored pudding
Poetic prose fills the air

Pleats in my pants shout in proud proclamation
Puddle my pores they perspire
Poodles on playgrounds prevent prosecution
Plotting my hearts pure desire

Passion precedes every past tense of parting
Piled with a presence so true
Painting a picture while purposely dreaming
Promising my love to you
Ok, just having a little fun and I have to P.   :)
 Dec 2014
memineI
drink down dreamer on
     let fluid flow
         apply shear stress
              to my plastic knowledge
fluid I contain and drown in
    I am obviously
          solid viscosity
              born dynamic.
See If I Am oblivious
    to a need to conserve energy
            i would flow
                 down bitter sweet.
I am statically
      neutron and positively
            ebbing and flows
                 down these wet streets.

I am created to let me
      fall from darkest sky
             turbulence, and whipping winds
                    tossed and turned.
 Dec 2014
NuurSeraph
~<•>~

I honor my fellow warriors armed with a higher purpose

~<•>~
Rock On
We Shall Prevail
 Dec 2014
darling iridescence
Us.
i.
She's the personification of indecision,
and I'm all of her inner wars and frissons.

ii.
She's an anarchist, she's queen anti-christ,
and I'm a sacrifice.

iii.
She wonders at my unrevealed nostalgia,
I wonder if a frozen heart can thaw.
2-lines
 Dec 2014
Mike Rembis
If all you want is an image
Just imagine this
A man to your liking
with features so striking
A man you can’t resist

If all you want is emotion
Just emote to me
And we’ll start pretending
That love’s never-ending
And happy we will be

Mold me into any shape you want
Hold me, roll me
Shuffle, cut and fold me
I’ll be yours for life
Slash me, bash me
Slice and dice and mash me
I’ll be the perfect man
For the perfect wife

Let me be your Frankenstein
Let me be the love you pine
I’ll be yours and you will be mine
Let me be your Frankenstein

Draw up a blueprint
Make out a plan
Tell me what you need

A groovy assortment
Of all the important
Things that you can’t see

A wizards brain
A heart of gold
A fiery touch
And I’ll be sold
So if you find him
Bring him here
I’ll pay to rent him
Every year
Don’t be jive
And don’t be bold
For every story
Ever told
Ends up somewhat
Not so clear
So if you find him
Bring him here!

Searching woman look no more
You have found your dream
I’m worth two plus three times four
Let me join your team

You can see that I’m the one
I’m just what you need
So I ask no fee save one
Let me, Let me be

Let me be your Frankenstein
Let me be the love you pine
I’ll be yours and you will be mine
Let me be your Frankenstein
A page from The Diary Of Romeo Slim And The Cold White Room - A Poet's Dream, due out in December 2014 on Amazon, Kindle and CreateSpace.
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