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 Nov 2011 Linaji
Perig3e
without intention water
may propagate life, and wealth,
destruction, and death,
succor a desert civilization,
or ***** out an island nation.
There is no finer sculptor,
change agent, or tormentor.
 Nov 2011 Linaji
John Hulse
Thoughts,
Empty whispy things,
No emotion...
I sit here trying to cover the page with words,
With thoughtful imitations of emotions,
Poetic blasphemy,
Thinking,
Wondering,
Caustic lights bouncing around my skull illuminating nothing,
Thinking is cold,
Bland,
Dark...
Telling myself to feel,
But my thoughts stay blank,
Literally bursting with ideas,
Exploding with words,
Ripped and torn by mathematical equations...
But full,
To the top,
Drowning in thought and starved of emotion,
Where are my feelings...
Further trying to explain my idea through definitions strung together,
Like a necklace made out of shells,
Beautiful,
Ugly,
As it shines,
But inside the shells are just that,
Shells of past souls,
Sitting there empty, around my neck...
Comparing myself to a shell is outrageous,
Asinine...
But this analogy holds true,
As ugly and crude as it is,
For I am just a shell...
Trying to be a poet...
 Nov 2011 Linaji
John Hulse
Quick Ways of describing the moon with a poetic aptitude of felicity.

The silver glow struck my eyes, flowing through my body, making me stand in awe underneath itself.

The natural lighthouse guided my way through the haze, releasing my inner imagination.

The white hue echoed through the clouds, lighting up the stagnant air.

The whispy clouds covered the moon in a thin veil, concentrating their efforts on dismissing it's effort to shine.


Quick ways of describing the sun

The fiery ball of death awakened our planet with life, turning fire and flames into rivers and green grass.

The light felt warm against my skin, as I laid there, feeling the warm sun, trying to fathom the vast distances that lied between it and us.

The destroyer of worlds, the hellfire from above, the golden globe of hope and all things that are good, the ambiguous sphere of giving... The Sun

The Sky would not be blue, nor the grass green, nor would the cacophony of cold harsh winds batter against your house, as you sat reverent of the warm sphere, watching it's pubescent sunrise and it's aging sunset, as you behold, the greatness of the sun.


Quick Ways of describing the Universe

The bright stars shined through the sky, escalating man's need to know, to explore, pushing him to release his inner genius and become great.

The firmament sits there, a endless black chalkboard, smeared with nebulae and brushed with black holes, and glittered with stars.

The Earth sat there alone, waiting for consolation, waiting for a spark, and then she opened her eyes, and all the Universe was bestowed upon her, burning beauty into her brain and soul.
 Nov 2011 Linaji
K Balachandran
tall girl,
           short boy,
mutually
           immersed
under
          starlight.
 Nov 2011 Linaji
Madeline
the first time i felt afraid of death
was when i thought there wasn't anything
that i would be gone, without eyes, without breath, without heart.
i thought of seeing nothing
feeling nothing
being nothing
and i felt afraid.
now i'm not saying i believe in heaven
and i am not saying i don't
but i do believe
in the vivacity
tenacity
audacity of souls
and i believe that mine
will fight
to the finish.
 Nov 2011 Linaji
Madeline
I wish I felt original
I wish that I was brave.

My life is belly-laughs and hiccuppy tears
and I don't know what to do with it.
I feel things too much
or not at all
And I wish I could write about something other than myself

for once.
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