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 Jan 2015 PhiWrit
Stefan Smith
A feeling
so brittle
Like glass against a fist
Yet
So controlling
Like a fragile breeze
against an arrow's flight.
So intentional
that i cease to guess twice
And
As it collides with my senses
I observe, it,
to
entice me.
Oh such feelings.
 Jan 2015 PhiWrit
Stefan Smith
I break through the barriers
You set in my life
Look past the decisions
That took your future out of sight

You didn’t see the hope
That could’ve made your breath matter
You just took that needle
And watched your dreams shatter

I was always told
That your laugh was contagious
You’d light up that room
Like nobody else, they’d say this

I wish I could just see it
To see you at your best
Even when you hid the scars
Buried underneath your chest

I wish they didn’t judge you
I wish they just loved you
I wish they didn’t show you hatred
But told you,
you could make it

Because even a gloomy moon’s reflection
Can show the light
A man with no direction
Still has a reason to fight
A man with no good intentions
Can still choose what’s right
A man with no vision
Still has sight

You just had to look.
Look past the corruption
To understand that the
Idols led to nothing

The ****** that filled your veins
That caused you pain
That controlled your brain
That made you go insane
Was not an unbreakable chain

People tell me I shouldn’t
Think about my past
They say it’s only my future I should grasp
They say I can’t learn anything
From the life you lived
Cause the decisions you made
Have nothing to give

But dad,
I don’t listen
I think of you often
I try to understand
The purpose of your coffin
I try to understand
Why you wanted to be forgotten
I try to understand
Why you thought your life was rotten
Because that is far from the truth
You were just strapped to a bomb
You didn’t know how to diffuse

So you did teach me something
That no matter the mess
I will never give up on the people
Society defines helpless
Or turn my back
on someone who’s in distress
Because they’re lost
And they forget what it feels like to be blessed

And so I want to live
My life so I can prove
That no matter your situation
It can be renewed
And no matter the chains
They can be removed
Because the life we live
Is not a life to loose

Because even a gloomy moons reflection
Can show the light
A man with no direction
Still has a reason to fight
A man with no good intentions
Can still choose what’s right
A man with no vision
Still has sight.

                           You just have to look.
For my dad.
 Jan 2015 PhiWrit
Bianca Fontejon
2am
11pm is for those who can't sleep,
bloods filled with rush;
because of the sweet texts they just can't wait to read.

1am is for the poets who just can't stop,
can't stop the thoughts entering --
entering their mind one by one.

And 2am is for the broken.
The ones who can't stop thinking,
Thinking of what might've been,
What could've been.
 Jan 2015 PhiWrit
PK Wakefield
.




























                           Brief,


                         ,

                  Who are

    light dapples o' fingertips
between curling pillars of tight breath

(parting trees;
parting light;
parting chasms

o' touchless yearning space–

                            To
                                feel
                                   To
                                       hold
                                         To
                                             enter

(always light;
always warmth;

  within every brilliant fold of forest–

                           Most
                           tame;

                           Most
                           subtle

                            coil o' resilience,



                                            ,


                          
                             ,



              ,

your lips;   your eyes;   your hair.
 Jan 2015 PhiWrit
DC raw love
When it blows to the left<
is when I'm the best~;]

When it blows to the right>
Are the times that I fight~~;[

When it flows up,^
are the times I have luck~~~:)

When it flows down,√
are the days that I frown~~~~:(

When it changes direction,:@
is when I lose perfection~~~~~:(

When it starts to miss me,€
are the times that you kiss me~~~~~~:*

When it goes in circles, ©
is when my life's crippled~~~~~~~:¢

When it stops,¥
is when my life drops___:

Anyway the wind blows,<>^√@¢©¥
is just how my life goes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 Jan 2015 PhiWrit
DC raw love
Once upon a time I had a life,
and then I met her....

Jack be nimble Jack be quick,
are the times I ran from her.....

So Cinderella, you lost your slipper,
is that why you were out all night......

Your like the three little pigs,
you go from house to house........

So you were with snow white,
and slept with her seven dwarfs......

How do I know,
the old lady in the shoe, told me so....

You've lost your crown with me........

Your not Bambi, I can kick you out.......

All the kings horses and all the kings men,
can't fix this relationship again.....

I'm little boy blue,
with a life of the blue's with you.....

And we never lived happily ever after.

THE END

Thank god she's gone

Her name was Mary,  
and she was quite contrary and she didn't have a clue

Then she cried wee, wee, wee, all the way back to her home......

For real, she was a stripper........
Today, A new journey begins
Holding my pen in my hand
It bleeds for new adventures and stories
It searches for the best ones

An awful past was left behind
We must remember how to forget
Forget a percent of those 365 moments
Each day was peculiar in its own way

Peculiar ways to hurt that soul within
But you must be a great warrior
You should have your heart sealed
Because fragile is its second name

Today, your fragile heart will be a diamond
Shining like the first star at night
Winking at those who stare
And loving those who dare
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