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 Oct 2015 Imad Black
Adam Mott
Sometimes I like to just close my eyes and drift away
Dream that maybe tomorrow will be a better day
Hopefully the dawn will eat at all this decay
Leading to a love I could feel
One that comes from me, not someone else
Been burned, frozen out
Left to breathe in a room with no oxygen
Tired of all these trees shifting and swaying
Regardless off all my trials, I still enjoy praying
To who I do not know
Some entity that I feel loves me so
Maybe I am weak
Possibly so
Regardless I fight back the tears
I will not go
I'm here today and will be tomorrow
This life is too short to be this way
Too beautiful to live it on a shelf
Tis funny
Is it not?
How us mad poets can splurge one minute on how wonderful
Our life is,
And the next we canst wait to die!!!
Silly poets we are indeed!!
What a life!!

Its as if we're all a bunch of manic depressive bipolar's/******'s in one mad yet beautiful symphony!!!
I promise to always choose love
To always choose her
I promise my love
To only her
This sanctuary can't contain my sacrilege
Yet I stand
My blasphemous self
Standing contrary to the crucifix
Swinging precariously
On a wall of my own making
I built this building
On the prayers of a broken kid
And they are cracking
There are faults in the foundation
And I'm afraid they're beyond fixing
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
Lizzy Love
There are beings
who say and do.
They live in the future,
always making plans.

There are beings
who say, but don't do.
They live in the past,
dwelling on intentions.

There are beings
who don't say, but do.
They live in the now,
and are fully present.

*What will you choose?
What did you choose?
What do you choose?
© Lizzy Collins
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
mk
"she's a simple girl"
they say about me
judging me upon
my plain clothes,
and even plainer face

"she's a simple girl"
they say about me
judging me upon
my lack of words
regarding frivolous topics
hair, make-up,
who's dating who

"she's a simple girl"
they say about me
judging me upon
the fact that i'd rather stay in
with a book curled up in bed
as opposed to a wild night out
downing glasses of God knows what

but would they invest the effort
and just a little bit of their time
to try and understand
the complexities of my mind
the ideas
the perspectives,
the roads less traveled

would they ask me what i am passionate about
they would receive not a few words
but uncountable volumes full of my greatest dreams
and most sacred desires

ask me what i love and i will tell you
about how deeply i care for the concept of community
humanitarianism, how my biggest dream
is to bring people together

if they saw the thoughts which keep me up all night
how was i created? why was i created?
why me? why not?
my purpose and philosophy of life?
to be, or not to be?
who? what? where? why?

if only they tried to look beyond the surface
and dive in deep
they would realize that i am no shallow pond
but a raging deep ocean
full of emotion and thought
belief, and purpose.

i am a simple girl* when it comes to matters of materialism
i am a simple girl when it comes to speaking my mind
i am a simple girl when it comes to my lack of interest in manipulation, mind-games and gossip

i am a simple girl
until you stop judging me for what you see
&
*begin understanding me for who i am
simple [sɪmp(ə)l/]: easily understood or done; plain, basic, or uncomplicated in form, nature, or design
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