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 Nov 2015 iridescent
Gareth
As their Screens flicker to Techno Beats.

A product of mass media and parentless houses...

Well done mankind on this your finest creation

These Brain Dead Damaged children which fill the streets.

Moneys their god and they covet their neighbour

Thwy Bow to down idols with their all new behaviour

Lets dumb down the masses. 
Make em incoherent assess

Cause Susy is better and that is not fair , mom told me to **** her and daddy don't care..

They have no need for morals and no need for despair ,

These Brain Dead , Damaged Children that fill up our streets
I write because I don't know any other way of properly expressing myself. But only through pen and paper. It calms me down. It relaxes me and I don't know how, but it does and that's what's important. I release all of the stress and tension that I've bottled up. Maybe for years or maybe even just minutes.

It releases me, from all the hurt and anger I've felt towards others and myself. It makes me happy.
It frees my mind and documenting in a creative way makes me smile.

I don't just write because I'm in a horrible situation. But I also write when I'm happy or over joyed that I just cant contain the happiness inside me and emotions just burst on the paper. Because true happiness doesn't come around as often as I'd like it to. Unknowingly, I just write my heart out.

I also write, because I think no one would see my silly feelings. But I also write so if when the time comes that I'm brave enough to let everyone see what I've written, they'd learn something new. It may be about me, on how i feel or felt for someone or something, and maybe even learn something from what I've written and apply it in their own lives.

I hope that what I've written would make them feel that they aren't alone on anything. I hope they'd know that someone out there was like them, was like me.

I write in hopes that in my future, I could help people. Through what I've written. So they wouldn't suffer like I did.
To everyone who feels alone. I assure you. You're not alone :)
 Nov 2015 iridescent
Maria Imran
I cannot help myself right now and I don't know what will.
 Nov 2015 iridescent
BeeLo
Fugitive
 Nov 2015 iridescent
BeeLo
Oh Fugitive
You have escaped me and left me bound
in the shackles of your love
Your trail of footprints conquered the
dead end of my cell
And you've escaped.
Now, Your shackles bounds me like an anchor to the sea
And I wonder when the ever flowing sea would
bring you back to me
Oh Fugitive
Please hear my calls in the howling wind
And return to your home of loving captivity
For the portal of fantasy has closed long ago
And reality has made me
Your prisoner
I once carved a heart into a picnic table,
didn't place any names or initials inside
I didn't have any face or love in mind
I just knew I wanted to

Maybe the lines I was tracing with the tip of my blade
weren't meant to be etched into the wood that day
I think I should have waited until I knew your name and saw your face in every place

The picnic table still sits somewhere, I'm sure
The heart I carved has probably been filled with the wrong name
or of something stupid
like a *****
or a smiley face

But I'll carve another heart one day into a picnic table
And I know it's going to be your name I decide to fill it with, next time
Every sign I can make out with my poor eyesight leads to you
So I know the next place I'll be driving my car to
Never mind, it doesn't matter. Nothing ever ******* does.
I go where ever the wind blows, I keep running to where no one knows.

Everything is in chaos when I become part of the world, I have to find a way out because my logic is always being burned and curled,

sometimes when my head feels unwound I shred my skin then my mind feels unbound.
No one really stays around for long so Im trying to get used to life without sound until the day I'm gone.

There is no beast inside my cage only an animal incarcerated in rage,
like a demon from an endless age,
I learned to conjure myself from every dark place I know, like a story with an endless page. I live my life for myself and accept every experience until the end of my days.
Thanks to Kaitlin Floyd for helping refine the way I position my final draft.
I'm having an affair with words
They take away my breath
Words tell me what I need to hear
Without missing a step

Words work on my emotions
I'm transcended by their displays
There's legitimate anticipation
Within each and every page

When I look away for too long
There is a longing that takes place
The wonder of conclusion
Vanished, without a trace

Words help me to liberate my own ideas
In the subtlest of ways
Or when my faith seems in doubt
I am enlightened by a phrase

Their sense of humor is unequaled
Words teach us and inform
They can be as cold as ice
Or soothing, kind, and warm.

Words hold many of life's answers
To questions that we seek
When written, we can convey
Much more than when we speak

Words empower, words are strong
They help decipher right from wrong
Words can guide you,
Lead you home
Words are your friends
When you're alone

Words can help, or they can harm you
Depending on their use
Words can fool you, or misguide you,
Lie, or tell the truth

What I love, are words' transparency
Written right there in black and white
If misconstrued, words can lead to tragedy
Although the stories' plot is trite

We must take part in the mastery
Of each and every words avail
So that the notions we wish to ration out
Are nothing but...
The finest of detail.

Precision personified
Never at a loss for words
Or ****** with a mouth for war
That's when devastation's heard

Instead, a calming smoothness
Inspiration from inside
This, in my opinion, is the greatest use of words
And the peak of humanities pride.
This writing was an extension of a poem I started many months ago. I truly made a valiant effort to express everything I felt about what writing, and being able to write, means to me. If I didn't accomplish the feat, I did manage to come close. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
 Nov 2015 iridescent
Tatiana
I like you because you are inked with the pain of the past, and while the past (a lot like a tattoo) is something that can't be erased you never stop trying to scrub it off of your skin. When I'm in your presence I can feel the butterflies that once resided in the deepest pit of my stomach trying to claw their way out of my throat. You are a wildfire and should never tell yourself otherwise. I would pay all the money in the world to sit in your lap and listen to your entire life story (start to finish). I know you think me falling asleep on the phone every night before you're even tired is me being uninterested but I fall asleep because you're a beautiful lullaby singing me to sleep with no words. I want to help you find a way to disregard the darkness that clouds your mind and retain all the light there is in the world because you deserve it. I do like the idea of you. But more so I like the idea of us. Of what we could be once I'm released from these shackles I call parents. I like the idea of how happy you could be. Of how just a tad bit of light could change your life. That day in your room watching A Nightmare Before Christmas you kissed me and it sent ripples through my skin and it scared the hell out of me because it made my feelings even stronger. I like the fact that I'm able to get upset with you and let you know when you've upset me because trust me that takes extremes comfort. You arrived in my life in the summer. An entity from thin air only visible to my eyes, and for some reason you've chosen to stay.
i.

Giveth respect
For the poem's
Not lit;

ii.

Those art the best
The one's
We seemeth to forget;

iii.

Giveth respect
To the back alley
Poet's.

iv.

The one's with
None likes:
And their poem's below it.

v.

Shineth a thumb's up
To the one's whom deserve
It;

vi.

To the true ancient
Poet's;
The one's we seemed to forget.

vii.

It doth not taketh mazuma
To maketh a bard
Grow;

viii.

It taketh a
Share and a like;
To maketh the unknown known.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
There are many wonderful poet's on the daily poems.... And on the spotlight.... Though I do notice something.... It is said here the computer is randomly picking many to get the dailys to be on them... Though, haven't been here long since I got in here may of something this year... Though noticed many of the same are being picked on the dailys... and this is a computer doing that? Sorry I question that alot.. I see people's beautiful poetry... So many of mine favorite poets and so many others who are such amazing writers like dawn s.... Mine queen Earl Jane which I'm not just saying her because she is mine woman but because she writes beyond amazing as so many others who bring back beauty that is lost.... And they aren't getting a spotlight?  And a good example is I noticed overtime some got dailys more than once? Huh? Lol... And yet haven't seen so many wonderful godly talents get one daily yet since I've been here if so maby I missed it!!! Not just them, but soooooooo many poets hundreds on here whom are beyond poets can't even name them all there's so many... I just find it a bit strange as I know there is much politics with this site and what else is going on.... Just honesty noone else will say. Yes I say the ones who get the dailys deserve those dailys.. They worked and write hard to get those.. Though has nothing to do with me it has to do with so many poets I like that are getting pushed to the back of the row and sadly those poets are the best poets out there in frank honesty.... Truth needs told... Let's shine a light not with money it takes on a poet but with likes and shares as I try to make unknown poets known. Thanks
God bless
Brandon....

mazuma by the way means money .....
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