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Jan 2015

nivek

and still you believe in love
after all the atrocities

Jan 2015

Metanoia

Release

I now realize the best way to express my love for someone is to release them into the wild
free to become what they wish
encouraging them along their path
as a sister or a brother
how absurd to think
I used to want to control everything
driven by envy or fear
always blocking the light
from reaching my eyes
denying my true self
in a perpetual tailspin
with shovel in hand
digging holes for no reason
reluctant to grow
wings of my own
I now realize the best way to express my love for someone is to forgive them
even if they meant me harm
learning to love without conditions
is the sweetest release of all

Jan 2015

Tiberias Paulk

I'm Not a Poet

Sometimes I miss the mark, yet at others aim is true
the tinder takes the spark, I only slightly misconstrue
at times I'm fully broken and it may not translate well
but when the word's perfectly spoken I fall under a spell
then begins the out pour, at first glance it's from my mind
though inspiration opens doors, to the words I'd never find

Jan 2015

Metanoia

Couples

they walk by holding hands
laughing
sometimes stopping
to steal a kiss
below the neon
of the city
and here I am
alone, watching
it would be easy to be bitter
but I'm happy for them
because I remember
how it felt
to have someone
to walk with
and it's beautiful, really
how we move in and out
of people's lives
temporary connections
can live forever
as long as we want
to remember

Jan 2015

Nicole Joanne

1:52am

I want to live life through foggy eyes,
I like when things are faded;
when the streets shimmer with dew,
and the streetlights make the sky look like a low contrast filter,
and the car lights seem more bright, and break through the grey smoke.

Grey on grey: but distinguishable.

Going eighty on the highway: one way.
Not about to stop.
I know my destination, but it's just a pit stop;
home isn't on my map yet.

Two way street and I'm heading one way
- I hope I'm on the right track.

(NJ2014) (All Rights Reserved)

Jan 2015

ryn

Tornado

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             *the *future is...a tornado of uncertain-
          ty• a swirling vortex, in its centre is
me•such power and speed, can ne-
ver see•can never foretell, it's hid-
den debris•like clockwork, it will
   make contact•by the second, bra-
cing for next impact•the past is...
  yet another•wild winds that echo
     my mistakes as reminder•this twis-
      ter within...tearing with no remo-
           rse•destroying confident strong-
             holds, breaking feebly boarded
           doors•can't ease the rage...eat-
    en from the inside•won't stop
until...my beating heart had
        died•the present is...only this
   frail little body•fighting huge
battles that come incessantly
•fending off the future, con-
    taining the past•not know-
ing how long.......this disas-
ter would last•but I'm still
   here.....still holding integ-
   rity......•still fighting this
war waged in history's
folly•will i be settl-
ed? will the winds
ever abate?•
will i ever
      come to
terms...?
will i
ever
    acc-
          ept
                     fa
                 t
               e
             ?
             •

#unsettled #concretepoetry #hellopoetry107 #tornadoinme

Dec 2014

Emma Pickwick

Untitled

You ever get that feeling when you're trying to look into snow as it's falling and you just get lost in where it's coming from and where it's going?

That's kinda how I feel when I look at you.

Dec 2014

Haydn Swan

Gravity

Ever wonder my dear, why my tears fall down ?
it is because your words created gravity,
a field that pulls me down,
now I am forever bound by its laws,
in this creation I will wait,
the curtains draped like a shroud,
would that the faint glow of a sunlit morn be my release,
raising the corners of my mouth into a smile,
not this day, or the next, for everything is pulled down,
endlessly down by the gravity of your words.

My marriage is long since over and has been for years but the parting words that we shared still sometimes haunt me.

#words #life #pain #lost #remember

Dec 2014

Hannah Beth

Unrequited

She is light on water
And that bite in the air
That wakes you

It wakes you and you're alive and you can't help but breathe

And then she grins and
She hugs you
Her hands at your neck
And the breathing has stopped

And you know then
Things can't go back

To before
It was so ******* simple

A hug was just a hug and a kiss was nothing more

Now there's fire in your veins when she walks through the door

#love #feelings #friendship #crush #change #unrequited

Dec 2014

Haus

Untitled

So many writers compare love to a cancer but always forget to condone its ignorance, unaware that its blind multiplication is a specific torture to what a body has always called normal, unaware that it was put here only to destroy the one thing it will learn to call his other, it is only trying to keep you warm, it is an infant searching for better blood, it is doing good it is doing good, it is swarming closer and closer to your heart it is trying to make something inside of you laugh like you did the first day it realized your insides felt holy and it is only when it kills you does he realize he is alone. This is why we visit graves. This is why it is hard to understand why the goodbye felt like a twisted last breath in the palm of god’s hand. Why nobody left a phone number.

Dec 2014

N

Untitled

Forcing thoughts to spill on a white page is like taking an empty pen and exepcting ink to leak art onto a white canvas. I've never been good at putting my thoughts into words, you've never been good at listening to what I didn't say. We were open books read by blind men, and music being played for the deaf. Never enough to satisfy, but always enough to appreciate. You dipped your dreams in sugar glaze and fed it to me on a sword, while I was busy cutting off pieces of my own with the same blade. Sometimes it's less about the meaning of words, and more about the look in your eye that comes with the sentence. Sometimes its less about the silence and more about what's filling the air. Sometimes its less about me, and more about what I could've been.

#poetry #metaphor #i #writing #writer #freeverse #simile #deeppoems #lifepoems #dreampoems