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 Dec 2016 fake memories
Mackenzie
On the day you decided to love me no more,
You Left my heart so sore.
The sky began to cry,
And I had no better option than to lie.
And act like all was well.
Because I stumbled and quickly fell,
And I felt to weak to stand
I only needed your hand
To grab and pull me up
No one knew of my sorrow
And no one saw me weep
But the love I feel for you
Is in my heart to keep.
I, ConnectHook
DEMAND recognition as The Most Boring Poet of all.
You’ll never touch me so don’t even TRY.

Don’t even bother dipping your quill again,
you mere drip on the mildewed scroll of antediluvian parchment,
you cuneiform Cunégonde, you proto-Canaanite pottery fragment,
you keyboarding failed clown
and archeological relic unworthy of preservation
in a third-rate underfunded Albanian museum…

I, and I alone, dragged myself up from the protoplasmic slime
to BORE you.
I transitioned from amphibian to anthropoid
before your mama even MET the postman.
I stood upright upon the ****** battleground of evolutionary struggle
and SELECTED MYSELF (naturally).
Now pass that banana right over here.
https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2013/08/29/planet-of-the-smartphones/
I surrendered my senses
to every word
that left your mouth
and landed
on my lips
silencing
all sense
of doubt
 Dec 2016 fake memories
curlygirl
we're afraid to
hold each other
too tightly
because we know
we're fragile
and neither
wants to be
the first to
break.
Demi-plié. Tendu.
Relevé. Passé. Développé.
Souplesse. Cambré.
All day. Everyday.
Until I step on stage and get blinded by par lights.
Until my tutu twirls and my pointe shoes die.
Until I do my reverence and hear the audience clap.
Everything can be taken away from me
Except for my body covered in a leotard.



- LynnAA
Dreams can come true. Always.

21/12/2016
I imagined myself leaving
someday.  Trading
plains for seas, exchanging
something loved for something
unknown.

And maybe it's the fear
of quietly whispering
goodbye that unsettles me.
Maybe it's the inevitable
end of familiarity,
like the sun's western descent
after a day that should not
end.
And when it does,
we all pack our bags
and say farewell.

Eventually,
I will trace new roadmaps on the
back of my hands;
I will find the familiar
creaks in the floorboards.

And when the sun sets,
someone will leave a light on
for me.
 Dec 2016 fake memories
Styles
Lust
 Dec 2016 fake memories
Styles
i don't even know it
cause I try not to show it
but you dealing with lover slash poet
start speaking in tongues and you wont even know it
then your body start reacting, to what I am saying like i own it
your actions speaking louder than words your body show it
I got what you need
cause I'm the main component
you thirsty, then lets feed
our lust is potnent
In the crowded street
Where you cant hear who talks
And you cant see who walks
I hear whispers

Whispers from the ocean
Calls for help and survival

The gentle calls
And silent screams

The man whispering
Was the one dancing
With a knife in his heart
Slowly being thorn apart

Further away
I saw a floating shadow
Whilst i turned
I saw a man hanging

Someone grabbed my hand
As I came closer to the end
He opened the doors
And fire and wind arose

The killer woke before dawn
He put his boots on
He pushed me down
And the sea claimed her forgotten son
A man once came to a teacher of great renown
And asked…
“What is the greatest function of a teacher?”
To which the teacher replied…
“To Motivate”
“But surely” the man replied...
“The greatest function of a teacher must be to teach!”
To which the teacher replied…
*“If I only teach them all that I know,
Then they will only learn all that I know,
And think they have learnt all there is to know.
But if I motivate them to seek knowledge,
Then they will learn all that I know,
And still thirst for more; much more than all I know.”
An old fable I read in a book
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