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 Jan 2015 Derekis
Haylee Dicker
I want to write a happy poem
With smile from ear to ear
the sort that makes your cheeks hurt
Usually caused by some one dear.

A poem that makes;
The Butterflies fly
and your tummy somersault
Eutrophia making you high.

Using words to melt hearts
Instead of tearing them apart.
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Axiana
Unbelievable
Catastrophically beautiful
I reflect the many unusual
Aspects of numerous physical
Understandings of the usual
Misdiagnosis, I am the typical
One of a kind, somewhat mythical
Kind of creature, more suitable
For a reality that is musical
Oh, but you will see the perpetual
Cues that put you in a visual
Hologram of a disputable
Nature - it is unlike any future
Disputable, delusional, junior
Planet I have ever seen
And so I will lie here and dream
Of stars I will one day orbit, these
Desires to become, to just be
Without misplaced agony
Teaching lessons I suppose I need
But that is not all that is me
I will remember it is only
Moments like these
That will become forgotten,
Fleeting memories
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Dark Jewel
The Spirit guide thee,
Through turmoil and strife.
To seek wisdom,
In my newborn life.

Grow in happiness,
And also pain.
Learn which way to turn,
In the pouring rain.

Spirit guide me,
In sickness and health.
Keep my heart pure,
When I hurt myself.

Keep your hands,
To catch me when I fall.

Keep watch over me,
Guide me through this world.
May all who read this know my story told here. Look to happiness and love, in this New year
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Anderson M
My heart tip toes discreetly
In the dark hollow hallways
Of self-doubt and low self-esteem.
Many a times
It trips
Stumbles
Even falls
But still die hardly insistently
Treads on this self-destructive path.
Why it chooses so is a conundrum in itself.
Me look me in the mirror
and me see an abnormally normal
individual
guess not even
a shred of normalcy exists
or are things so very normal
such that I make out to see
the abnormal
in the normal
life's  really going around in circles.
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Anderson M
Ever since time immemorial
Even before the existence of now defunct phenomenon
Society’s had a stranglehold on “goodness”, a fact not entirely circumstantial.
On the high pedestal of “moral high ground” it’s stood, a loose canon
At the behest of “moralists” and “immoralists” alike
Malleable to all manner of situational conundrums
Rubber-stamping all manner of questionable theatrics with lord like
Patronage, this artistic fashioned manner of duplicity detailed in compendiums
Of information passed down from generation to generation
“For posterity’s own good”
Rhetoric construed
To imply the wellbeing of every individual born.
Subject to the above I implore society to effective immediately
File for moral bankruptcy in the court of public opinion, humbly.
All in support of the above opinion say "Aye"
all contrary say "neigh".
let the concept of tyranny of numbers prevail.
it's indisputable that society's depleted its moral coffers
its high time souls became free of duplicitous mores
forced down their "throats"
I stand corrected
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Anderson M
Allowing one’s thoughts to go haywire
To traverse the perverse
Odd and uneven terrain of perception
Neutralizing the amorphous tidbits of "migrainous" quandaries
Coalescing into mind boggling quagmires
Underscores the need to appreciate the wonderment that’s reverie.
The need to take some time to ruminate blindly over   anything and everything fanciful.
To laugh even smile at one’s own grandiose deductions
That’ll never achieve the high threshold of logic.
This indeed does crystallize in distinct perspective
The wondrous phenomenon that’s daydreaming.
Many a times
I "catch" myself in uncontrollable stitches
and this is often a resultant effect of
daydreaming that's overstepped the boundaries of
logic and sense.
A teenager, consumed by hate,
Stayed up incredibly late,
Struggling to sleep,
Though the darkness grew deep,
He convinced himself of his own fate.

His hands reached to open the pills,
As he sought to make himself ill,
But he remembered a friend,
Who prevented his end,
And in a moment he ran out of will.

Alone he decided to write,
Of how he was feeling that night,
The response he received,
Filled him with glee,
And drowned his heart in delight.

So he started to write more and more,
For longer than ever before,
He finished a book,
Immediately hooked,
Though he wasn't sure exactly what for.
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