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 Sep 2014 jt
May
My Art
 Sep 2014 jt
May
I put words in to rhymes
and I call it poetry
my mind on paper
to help keep my sanity.
You may not like my poems
think they're basic and lacking
but my words are my art
from my heart that is cracking.
If you read through my soul
and find that you can relate
that's all I can ask for
from poets so great.
So give me critiques
cut my words down to size
make them bleed out
the feelings inside.
Help me, don't hurt me
just give me your wisdom
show me how to grow
and I'll feed off your criticism.
 Sep 2014 jt
Shannon Jeffery
Pen scratched dry
Pages painted blank
Inking silenced this night
 Sep 2014 jt
L
One day
I’m going to love something
and it won’t break
under the weight
I carry
of every monster
who tore me apart.
Sitting in a class with unfamiliar faces
Trying not to collapse while my heart races
None of them know of the hit I took last night
It wasn't even worthy of calling a fight
His slap to my face only shattered my heart
How could I not see the darkness within him from the start?
It doesn't matter. Not one bit, it happens.
But does anyone care?

All alone I refuse to eat, others around me conversing and having fun
I wonder if they'll ever see me when their conversations are done
No? That's alright, I've been alone most of my life anyways, it's no big deal.
It's just I wish I had friends to rid me of this emptiness I feel.
It's alright, it happens.
But would they notice if I were gone?

They seem disappointed that I stumble and do not provide.
Even though I have proven how hard I have tried.
Enough for me is too little for them.
If they feel that way, why don't my parents just let me go then?
It's ok.... it happens
Is this who I am? Am I the person who will go down in history as "it happens"?
When will enough be enough.......?
 Sep 2014 jt
Silent Thoughts
You might have been steady
Loving
And kind
But your love didn’t surprise me
Or blow my mind
 Sep 2014 jt
Connor Reid
Kinesis
 Sep 2014 jt
Connor Reid
Forcibly removing wisps from fruit soaked heads.
Curling into melted breakfast.
Willing to line the lateral.
Cracked soup pouring, selfish.
Grinding halt in whole old text.
Pre-youth in use lost in chronos.
Trigger a lament looped put new, lude.
Masses of self-titled separation.
Entangled in sandstone, origin archaic.
Natural disaster of a birth-right in shards.
Trees growing limbs in lungs producing rust.
Forever dystopian dust in rungs of a ladder.
First hurt by ascending sequential first love.
Content with enough abrupt living daylights.
Apex green latex sunrise painting me from inside my blood.
Obtuse.
 Sep 2014 jt
Connor Reid
It's almost Kubrickian,
How you slide across the floor,
Polished,
Drifting just above the crux of reality.
Dichotomy of ordinary,
A prototype of moral vasectomy,
Knee length in liquid
Endlessly,
In all her corners.
 Sep 2014 jt
Mythoughtsthatithink
We are the youth, I just want you to think about that as I speak, just those four words, we are the youth.
Now it is clear that we do not live in a perfect world, it is clear that there are problems and most likely there will for ever be problems. But I have a question, why? Why do we have to fit into the confines of those problems? Those problems were set by those before, they were not created by us. We should not have to be forced into a world of issues that we never asked for. Yes we have a foundation, a foundation that we should not and can not take for granted. But these are our lives, why should we sit back and watch our parents fight a war that determines our future? Are we not able? We are a generation of the broken, we have all been through something no matter what that may be.  When odds looked grim then we didn't back down, so why are we now? There is a way to make a future, a future the way we see it needs to be. At the start of this I asked for you to remember one thing, we are the youth. We are the ones who are going to be the leaders next. Will we follow in our parents foot steps? Leaving pain and regret for both domestic and foreign people? I also asked you why, I now will put those two things together in a way that I ponder every night. Why don't we do something, we are the youth of the world and we sit and do nothing. We have been granted the gifts of technology, the gifts of knowledge of all different types of cultures, we are the prime ones for the world, let's use what we have been blessed with and let's stand up, let's stand up and take what is ours.  Let's take the world, because if we don't, it may just fall apart behind us.
 Sep 2014 jt
Connor Reid
a unity
 Sep 2014 jt
Connor Reid
Drip yourself into a cup
Fill up your body with antiquity
Let the collagen insist
An allegory of Capricorn
Memories crystallised
Settled in
Forevers harvest
Insensitive
Misconstrued chemical
Collective symmetry's sin
A condition, livid
Fleeting in Human imagery
Ships break
Loop our tongued
Hands, tossed in Dramamine
Whittled in a succession of malleable fashion
Talent spilled spread in supper
Collate our atrophy
And drink from baroness
Flavours tarnished
Super-collider
Blood soaked in Gematria
A garden of totality
High brow comparison
Entitled in your vacuous stigma
Forever burning
In the lesser key of Solomon
28 daemon
Tessellation in trigonometry
Temperance towards an infinite
Champion of mind, complex
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