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i.


the stars do not shine
loneliness presses the air
into a tangle of last years withered
leaves,
loneliness in summer leaves
that whisper to a grey moon
a song of regret.


ii.


dreams of midnight,
cool rain,
songs more alive
than this low-roofed night.


iii.


teardrops like the ghostly moon, lost
against the heart that
flutters like a dark sky
breathing stars.
  

iv.


the mottled horizon
pools into greys,
tender eyed with
soft sadness,

in these dim hours when silence
cloaks the woods and
human laughter disappears

we sink against the softer sky
and the slow fade of moon and
long for dream, for everything
to reawaken and unwind.


v.


we are swimmers heading as far
out as we can get. surreal silver
stars, opening like flowers,
refusing to drown.
 Jun 2015 Eve
brandon nagley
They gave him a gun,
One bullet
His paratrooper chute
And one cigarette
Also words of advice,
(Stay behind the trench)

Just enough for dying!!!!
 Jun 2015 Eve
Ignatius Hosiana
Much as the Second hand promised
To see the minute hand in 60 seconds
The minute, the hour hand in 60 minutes
And the hour to see the day in 24 hours
And the day to see the week in 7 days
And the week in four to see the month
The month to see the year in a dozen
Which year swore to the decade in a Ten
And the Decade told Century to wait for a percentile
Much as the dawn promised to come again
And the Tears to camouflage in the rain
Much as the road promised to never end
And waves dared shake our love my friend
Much as watered Roses promised to bloom
And your smile to outshine all the gloom
Much as eternity is never assured
And no broken heart completely cured
Much as weather holds the unreliable tone
And world believes nothing's cast to stone
Much as the roosters promise to always crow
And the king of the jungle to loudest roar
None ordered my heart to make you mine
No day ever promised the moon will shine
But my feelings as tall and strong as the pine
Will never be averted but probably thine
 Jun 2015 Eve
Lianna Walters
Beauty?
 Jun 2015 Eve
Lianna Walters
Beauty.
The standard goal.
Society kills me.
They tell you to “be yourself, you’re beautiful”
Judge you for it,
Then encourage you to do it again.
Who are they to decide?
In fact, who decided the status quo,
What determines true beauty?
They say everyone’s beautiful in their own way,
But that’s just the appetizer.
The main course is the “fact” that everyone’s different,.
And in order to achieve the standard level of “perfect”,
“Buy this item! It’ll make you more perfect, I swear!”
“Wear these clothes, it’ll complement the parts of your body we’ve defined as
‘Attractive’!”
“Do these workouts, it’ll give you a flatter stomach, tighter abs, a sexier beach body!”
The fact that they took our weak spot,
Perfection
And dangled the idea,
The possibility in front of us
To sell their products
To keep us coming back, to make money
Because, let’s be real, money’s everything.
They convince us that we can achieve something that doesn't exist,
But we want it to,
We hope for it,
Because….what?
Looks are everything?
No.
In 80 years, we’ll all look old and weird, so what’s the point?
Look good everyday,
Hope someone finds you attractive,
Potentially fall in “love” with somebody who only desires your looks?
If that’s your goal, ***, you've got your priorities mixed up
Life’s not gonna care whether you’re
Attractive,
Ugly,
Skinny,
Thick,
Short,
Tall,
Smart,
Stupi­d,
Or the greatest person alive.
It’s gonna knock you down no matter what,
And in 120 years, we’ll all be dead anyway.
Why waste your time hoping to accomplish a false reality,
So you can live your years in luxury,
Rather than just being thankful and happy?
Don’t spend your time trying to get to what you don’t even want,
But have been programmed to accept.
Re-program yourself.
***** the system.
WE DECIDE WHAT THE STANDARD FOR BEAUTY IS. I SAY **** IT, WHY IS THERE A STANDARD AT ALL?
 Jun 2015 Eve
brandon nagley
Her psyche inhaled and imbibed me in
As her universe is like a Monet of modern strokes!!!
I felt an electrical jolt!!!
 Jun 2015 Eve
brandon nagley
(Old fellow)
Hey there young one
(Me)
Yes good sir?
(Old fellow)- Doth thou haveth change for a twenty?

(Me)- no sir, didst thou not hear?
Thy dollar systems crumbled,
Thy government failed thy people,
Alls lost and mumbled!!!

As at that exact moment,

The old man realized it was the beast who had him all along!!!

As his twenty went up in flames!!!
 Jun 2015 Eve
brandon nagley
I'm not the ordinary
I'm strange
Extraterrestrial,
                           I dont speak poetry as words
                           I speak poetry via-soul telapathy!!!
 Jun 2015 Eve
brandon nagley
Anyone canst be a interweb lover
Yet whilst thou make it a reality?
Anyone canst be a typewriter buddy,
Yet whilst thou pick up thy fingers and dial?

Such a loss and disconnection this world has taken on as a mask!

Hopeless romance!!

Watching the world slowly commit suicide....
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