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Have you ever read any of bugs bunny's poem
If not you should
Or maybe ever "we could"
If I were you I would
 Nov 2014 Lonely girl
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
 Nov 2014 Lonely girl
DC raw love
Who's this monkey, I've heard he's there.
I've always heard, pain beware.
I hear people love him, I know he there.
Where's this monkey, pain beware.
He's easily found, he's everywhere.
Find that needle, he's always there.
You may not think, what you do.
The monkey smiles, everytime you use.
Do it agian, you'll make him happy.
Do it some more, he'll then be yours.
Now that you've met him, he was easily found.
He never wants to see you without a frown.
I told you, you'll love him.
He'll be your best freind.
You'll never lose him, he's there to the end.
Now that you love him, will you do it agian.
Now that you know him, will you use again.
 Nov 2014 Lonely girl
Rockie
It'd be wrong
For me to utter
Those three little words
You deserve to hear
It'd be hard
To bear
Watching those tears fall
Onto your rosy cheeks
Yet I can't bring myself to say
"I love you,"
When I don't,
You mutter under your breath,
"I hate you,
Go away,"
Yet I bring myself to say
"I don't love you,
I never did,"
And I wonder why,
You push me ever further
Why?
 Nov 2014 Lonely girl
Reg
Is it Strange

Is it strange that when I look at you all I see is the black and blue
All the hatred that once filled you seems to melt away when you look at her
Recall the times
Kicks and punches the smirks as bitter as limes
I see you,
I see you now laughing as if nothing has ever happened
Is is strange that people don't know the real him
The child that would expose me in a second if he had the chance
The one who wouldn't dare say his feelings
The one who would throw his peelings in delight and content
If it meant he had to move from his placing he would refuse
Amuse the others around you with all of my flaws
Do you know I'm here
Is it strange that you have so many friends when you won't even bother to make the mends of the others who have left
Leave them falling behind in their own blood and tears
Cause I beg of you,
Look in the mirrors
I have fallen in love so many times
That love ,
That love quickly faded as you shove me down those cold stairs
That love that never really had its chance
That love that was always pushed down by thousands of emotions and nonexistent sadness that you are filled with
Is it strange I am sent home to cry yet you go with your happiness set high
All the words ever said
All truth has fled
I lie in my bed
I wonder
I wonder if you remember me
Ah, she...
Braces and that big smile
Full with denial of this terrible world
She just twirled and kept on walking
Quite the dreamer
Is it strange that now all the dreams have been ****** away
Her luck is now fading
Is it strange she used to to cut
Shut out by everyone in her mind
She now dresses darkly
She thinks all eyes are looking towards her
Disapproval
Is it strange,
Is it strange we have both changed
A quick glance in the hall
Extended leg to fall
Now, if hit by a playground ball she could simply break
Is it strange she is now a snowflake
So delicate
To land on a mitt
Quickly melt away in shyness
Falling slowly to her death
Is it strange that the girl now sits
She sits alone typing away
Is it strange that I see that boy
Only every day
By far the longest poem I have ever writen... I'm proud...
Deranged and evil that's what you are.
You've spit in my face and murdered my heart.
You slice me right open, you shoot me down
I am just trying to live the best I know how
But you won't allow that, you just want to **** me over and over again
 Nov 2014 Lonely girl
Nemo
I was never one for silence,
Those times I hear nothing but the earth
moving along with a wheezy breath
pushed wholeheartedly from my chest

I was never one for quiet,
the heaviness of unmoving lips
the weight of every moment held
on a tight, tense string

I was never one for stillness
I revel in the way chaos moves
with steadiness and deliberation,
she makes no mistake.
If we don't break the norm
Are we really writers?
Between characters I create and real life experiences
My mind never stops
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Hey child

Is your mother there ?              

//                  

We search for something that we can call real

                                   •

Thru tired streets / thru  bitter and

                                                            ­     Forgotten lives                              

••

Hey child

Where has your father gone ?                                  

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The wars are here



( even such as you must know )

//////

And I was a child once

I'm still a child

I shall always be

••

Hey child

Where has your childhood gone ?

//                    

For some reason it got sent to school

                                     //

Love is leaping in the ocean waves

In the mountain breezes

And in your eyes

••                      

In your still heart the world still lives

                                    ••

All together / love can yet survive



Pretty soon / I guess

We shall decide
 Nov 2014 Lonely girl
Deana Luna
last week she reclaimed vietnamese food.
this is a process and every now and then
she checks in with me.

haven’t talked to him in a while.
saw him on the treadmill yesterday--
i was happy he was not.

i miss him.
(says she misses him)

says she finally reclaimed her own bed.
says he is no longer the smell in her pillows the first thought in her head.
further from her mind each morning
new lovers have ways of stalling mourning
or maybe he has already been put away.

continuation finds new ways of forming.
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