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  Sep 2016 Doug Potter
Poetic T
I am an individual not a duplicate or a copy
of what others wish me to be.

I am an individual
             not a duplicate
or a copy of what others
                   wish me to be, I'm my own self.

I am an
                         individual not a duplicate
or a copy of what others
                                            wish me to be,
                 I'm a repeat of what was said.
  Sep 2016 Doug Potter
Morgan
I swear with all my heart
Every boy I've ever loved
has wanted me to hurt

He set up a picnic
over the rail road tracks
just to watch the weight
of the train crush
my ribcage

And he laughed when
I asked why he'd do that...
Why he'd pretend that
this was lovely,
all the while knowing
that it would be ******

He laughed
and the butterflies
in my stomach
danced to the beat
of the breath between
his ivory teeth

And then I wonder why
pain is comforting,
And I wonder why
I feel alive
only when I cry

He said,
"This won't hurt a bit"
And then he ripped
my arm from the socket,
As I swooned over the
touch of his hand over mine

I said,
"I don't wanna be in agony"
And he said,
"Then stay the hell away from me"

And I could never decide
Which would cause more injury
  Sep 2016 Doug Potter
Heliza Rose
I'm searching for my augustus
  Sep 2016 Doug Potter
JP
her eyes
cracked his shell
a joy of birth
an experience
his soul trembling inside
cries for love
a force to love her
he did....
After few years
the same soul of his
needed the separation
she understood
his soul wanted just the
experience of love not her
Now
her soul released him
from her body...
Doug Potter Sep 2016
At any angle butchered pigs
are grotesque blossoms.

Not true of workers who slit their throats
and hang them upside down to bleed.

They catch fireflies, husk walnuts,
have fingers that strum guitars

and savor cold  tangerines; those who ****
pigs are beautiful.
  Sep 2016 Doug Potter
Tommy W
I was in the dorm
During a very bad storm
As I sat on my chair
I gave my friend a dare
He walked out with one final glare

Out of my window I saw two bears
With alarm I ran down the stairs
I opened the door and what I saw was not fair
Blood dripped from the bears
My friend’s father would have no heirs

I followed the bears
Back to their lairs
When they went to sleep
I would leap
When I was done there was nothing but a heap
Of bodies in the keep
I really love rhyming poetry which is why almost all of my poems rhyme. I've started to make more poetry lately because I'm in a Creative Writing class now and it's becoming fun again! Anyways, these poems are just for fun, they have no serious deep meanings behind them. Hope you enjoy them! :)
Posted 9/22/2016
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