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 Dec 2015
Camellia-Japonica
To be free would be fine

But then we write a line

And we are tied to ink

As babies are by milk

Images dance behind eyelids

And words are formed, onto paper they slid

Slid through the ink to the nib of the pen

Not knowing when images and words are unbound again.
Copyright © JLB
11/12/2015
16:18 GMT
 Nov 2015
Myriah
Sometimes a strong woman
Just needs
To be loved.
 Nov 2015
xx
She is her words --
        the letters in the lines;
        the art tattooed on pages.

She is mystery --
        the secrets and signs;
        the lies and her guise.

She is astonishment --
        the curved pathways in pages;
        the plot twists on the edges.

She is sadness --
        the tracing downfall from a cliff;
        like how she fell for you.

She is madness --
        the explosion of everything;
        the collision of all universe.

She is beauty --
        the art on gritty surfaces;
        convergence of different abstractions.

She is death --
        the poison to your heart;
        the knife before your eyes.

She is life --
        the birth of vivid events;
        the breath of memories.

She is love --
        the beating of each stroke;
        the thing you have from her.

She is her words --
        the black and blue on papers;
        the prisoner of her book.
 Oct 2015
Lunar
roses are red,
ink is black.
give me credit
or give it back
slightly furious that some people used my poetry but did not claim who the author was. so here's one dedicated to them. please guys, to any artist of the sort, be it music, writing, design, theatrical, film or fine arts: PLEASE GIVE CREDIT. WE WORKED HARD TO PRODUCE A PIECE AND OUR IDEAS AND THOUGHTS DO NOT COME FOR FREE. posting it on another website and just saying that the work is from HelloPoetry is NOT DECENT ENOUGH. HelloPoetry did not make the work, I did.

It's good enough you are able to read it online, tbh.
 Oct 2015
Jude kyrie
A long long time ago
Before digital took over the planet.
My grandfather was  an airman in WW2.
He never dropped a single bomb
or even fired a weapon in that war..
He was a bit of a pacifist
live and let live was his way.
Instead he aimed camera lenses
at the Germans snapping their country
on his belly lay on the planes belly.

At the airbase in the UK he printed his photographs.
enough to cover an airfield.
He met an English lady in the darkroom.
They printed their photographs together
mixing fixer and developer.
She got used to his crooked smile and big hands
He got used to her being there.
When the war ended he returned to the states
and opened a camera and photography shop.
He built a darkroom by hand
when it was finished he went back to England
on a cargo ship
and found the lady from in the darkroom.
he asked her to marry him
and she accepted.
when they returned to New York
he showed her the darkroom he built for them.
On the door was a note
held by a thumbtack
It said I fell in love with you
in the dark
but I want you to follow the light
with me for the rest of our lives.

A year later my dad was born
with a crooked smile and big hands
and also his love of photography.
He had the eye for
color and shadow and light.
After I was born I did not follow the
love of photography.
But would get into trouble at school
for writing poems in the margins
of my work books.
I found grandmas note that was
pinned on the darkroom door
she passed a way a few weeks ago.
And I was moved to tell this story.
Follow the light Grandma love.
look for a big man with a crooked smile
and big hands hes waiting for you.
 Oct 2015
aar505n
The sound of feet is isolated in the tunnel.
Echoes of the slow steps of many fill the narrow space.
We march in silence.
Alone among the many.
We do this odd ambitious walk twice daily.
Twice daily this space is filled with the sound of the travelers and the workers.
And what about the times that betwixt the twice daily commute?
An ambiance like no other.
A roaring silence.
For those who have march here
They leave behind an echo,
an imprint of sort.
More ghostly than any ghost.
Haunting these tunnels with their essence
When the sound of feet is not present.
I like my train stations
 Aug 2015
makeloveandtea
First of all, stop being such a feminist.
Feminism does not advocate equality of the sexes.
It advocates that you are a *****.
Stop saying how you feel.
Stop screaming that it hurts. Just take it, *****.
Stop being such a girl all the time.
Yes, I used the G word. The highest insult there is.
Are you going to cry about this
or man up and deal with it?
Listen, he does not like you hairy down there.
So shave up real good. But ******,
you are taking too long! You don't want to be late.
Hurry up, do it quickly!
Don't worry about the razor cuts, you have a date!
Oh no, he is here already. Apologize.
Laugh, when his friend smirks at him-
"Women, huh?"
Be yourself but don't be too you.
Don't be offended. Laugh.
Be the girl he is proud to have.
The most important of all -
Stop complaining.
There are certain things that he likes; accept it.
He likes to watch the game,
hang out with his homies once in a while.
Also, the occasional  appreciation
for the hottie at the bar.
Remember, it is okay.
But make sure you don't like to shop a lot.
You don't want to fit the stereotype, girl!
Make sure you- like- don't-like-talk, I mean, like this.
Ditch the red lipstick. Don't try to look too pretty.
Pretty means dumb.
So what if he does not remember your anniversary?
Don't nag him about it.
Look down and smile when he says to you, before leaving-
"Bros before hos."
Don't start crying like a girl, **.
 Jul 2015
princessninann
Our sharing of "I LOVE YOU" is my favorite part.
Because it's not the conversation of our lips, but of hearts."
I love you ❤
 Jun 2015
aar505n
And then the Spark -
did ignite in me terribly so -
dose of doubtful Diction - unleashed.
And the soul needs comforts too -
Soothing for its Aches - Oh! - but the Aches!
It Aches terribly so.
Humanity toxically hurts - causes the pain.
Yet, Company can cure this curse -
Paradoxically entwined with Mankind.
If only all men were kind.
This Spark would surely not burn - bleed -
so terribly so.
- No -
This Spark would blaze up Celestially - Angel's push towards the ethereal beauty - and then -
 May 2015
Stormy Bailey
I love the way you look at me,
your eyes so Full of lust.
I love the way yoU kiss my lips,
I Can't help but want you too.
I know you want to taKe it slow,
but baby can't you see.
Read between the lines and Maybe,
you'll undErstand what I mean.
 May 2015
Chelsea Patton
Do you ever get the feeling,
your are sitting in your room all alone.
Your thoughts are wandering...
Your crying,but you just feel so empty and sad...
Replaying momments from your life,
and wondering where the heck did it all go wrong...
Hope you like it
 May 2015
Livingdeadgirl
why is it
when i see you
all i can do
is stand and stare
i want to run
to be wild and free
wont you help me be free
if not, then why
will it hurt you
if yes, then dont help
i dont want nice people to be hurt
cuz nice people shouldnt have the pain
leave it to me then
ill take the pain
but ill still run
and be free
oneday
maybe not today
maybe not tomorrow
but someday
oneday
thats when ill make sure all the nice people are free
to be who they want to be
but for now
we all fall
and its so enticing
that little blade we see
sorry
that i see
to stroke the beautiful
glinting metal
oh so beautiful
i wonder
how it would feel
to let my life drain
not all of it
just a little
but that would take some serious numbness
which takes more courage
LIFE OR DEATH????
but of course i wont do anything
as im told
over and over again
there is always someone with worse going on in their life
so be happy for what you do have

well hell
i already know that
so why remind me
oh yea i know why
cuz my lifes not worth ****
oh well ill get over it
just stop telling me about others lives that are worse
I ALREADY KNOW THAT
why do you think i dont
sighs
*oh well, bye for now, i guess
this goes to a few people who say they are my truest friends, and this even goes towards quite a few of my family.... thanks for reminding me that even though i'm going through some serious ****, my life isn't worth anything... again i say, thanks a lot....
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