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 Jun 2016
Mark Tilford
It's been such a long time
It seems like, my whole life time
It's been a long time since everything was alright
And the sun shined bright  
Hell !!
No one ringing my bells
Not under anyone's spell

Hotel after hotel
Oh well !!
So many different girls
Fake blonds and died brunettes
Bad girls
You know the kind, that would never ware pearls  
Even some guys along the way
Please do not tell
Now do you understand my hell
Those **** pills
Waking up in landfills

I have changed my ways

Waking up in a ****** hotel
His picture was staring at me
It was meant to be
As I stared back at  him
I ask, where have you been
I have been asking for you, for a long time
I am at my end
I am worn thin

I started looking within
He promised me better days
I promised him I would change my ways
He whispered in my ear, " I am hear to stay"
The very next day
No more ****** hotels
No more pills
No more waking up in landfills
No more bad girls
Only the one's that ware pearls

That picture of our lord
Pulled me out of my

LIVING HELL
There has been so many brighter days
By me changing my bad ways
Thanks to that picture of our Lord
Him staring at me
And me staring back at him
 Jun 2016
Slur pee
Streaks of light mar my perfect darkness
And shadows dance in blinding rays
Trace the paths across my legs
And find the destination is always the same.
The rocks erode as the wind grows colder
And the waves splash fiercely against my face.
I mistook moths for butterflies
Carving my stomach causing it to ache.
I don't know what to say,
My words are slurred and quickly fade
Day by day by day by day
My hopes grow wings and fly away.

I'm now here, in nowhere turning on a cracked sphere.

-SLuR
 Jun 2016
The Revolutionist
Slowly reassembling your brain, one syllable at a time....
 Jun 2016
Jeff Stier
My father died
from a gun shot wound
to the head

self-inflicted

Don't get all weird about it.

Fathers die
and their passing
though certain
is rarely easy.

So what can I say of this man
so many years
after his emphatic end?

I can say what Whitman said
of Lincoln:
"O Captain, my Captain.
Rise up and hear the bells."

But he will not.

He was ever-present
wise and alert
a boxer in life
a fighter in every way.

And I grew up with the gloves on
quick
elusive
and thanks to him
successful in every ring.  

He died
******* on a lit tobacco stick

Emphysema was gonna
take him down
so he pulled his own trigger
saved his family that way
though that's a longer tale

Therefore
and whereas
this is a belated requiem
for a man I loved.
My Captain.
Dear and departed
these many years
may he rest in peace
as he never rested
in life.
 Jun 2016
r
I'm sick to death of me
living vicariously
through meaning-
less words like
a mocking bird
mocking a gull
on a wave-less shore
or a man without oars
(f)or a life (raft) on a lost
ship adrift in an angry sea
and no anchor or eyes
on the horizon somewhere
west of anywhere but here.
 Jun 2016
Olivia Kent
To my gay friends I send this note.
Brothers and sisters.
Pray stand up and weep for the lost of Orlando
May the good lord stand up with you, cry for you, care for you always.
Brothers smile, sisters smile.
For we shall not be beat.
Gentlemen from Pulse,
Please forever rest in peace.
Angels guide you in, take them safely by the hand.
(c)LIVVI
 Jun 2016
Aeerdna
I will live until the tempest in your heart
will silence the demons in my head
while the sunset will bless
our holding hands.

I will live until your breath
will caress my skin
and the moon instead of seeds of sorrow
will plant hope deep in our souls.

I will live until these words and dreams
haunting me at night
wandering my mind
from my heart will land
on the top of your lips.

Until then I'll live
and when your eyes will find their place in mine
I will exit this life and enter a new one
created by the happiness you'll bring
with a kiss.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y82uMwGFfVI

:)
 Jun 2016
David Ehrgott
Third grade rules. They sound simple and really, one does not
have to be a brainiac in order to understand them. Although one learns them in the third grade, they remain valid though the rest of one's life.

Rule#1:  Making something you want yours.
In order to make something you want yours, simply spit all over it. Trust me, no one else will want it. And it will be yours for the rest of your existence.  

Rule#2:  Making someone it.
In order to make someone it, simply take your index finger and poke the person you want to be it. Then say "You're it". Then, they will be it.

To do it with someone you want to be yours. First, spit all over them. Then make them it. Then you can do it with the one who is yours. Do you see now how simple life can be just by applying the rules of the third grade. I hope I have helped clarify things for the better of everyone. There is no need to thank me and have a great summer.

your poet
 Jun 2016
UK Sidd
Lit cigarette sits in the ashtray
Bottle caps scattered all around
Silence the only sound
She takes a drag as he takes a sip
Next to each other but a million miles apart
Out in the world it's a shell made of rainbows and butterflies
Hand holding and loving stares
Behind these four walls it all falls apart
She wonders where she's gone
What used to feel so right now feels so wrong
He looks in her eyes to find the light that's gone away
There's nothing he won't do to bring her back
But it's out of his hands
He'll be patient, he'll wait
In his heart he knows she'll be back one day
She traces get steps but seems to have lost her way
He can see she cares
Even through the blank stares
He can see her under there
Still in the works
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