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 Feb 2017 mikev
Megan Sherman
Atop a clam, divinest pearl!
invites me to peer, enchanting girl
eyes fluttering and beckoning
casts sweetest spell, magic, enchanting
a magnificent array of colour
ripples through her enveloping aura
towards her my rapt mind swims
in her sight my spirit chimes
throughout the days and hours

Mermaid makes the heart gestate
Makes my spirit feel elate
I want my heart to waltz with hers
Out of its spiritual bars
Upon the shores we'd frolic, play
Soothing, quelling fear, dismay
With her I am engorged on bliss
Touched by the light of luck's kiss
All throughout the day

O Mermaid Queen, they doubt thy truth
A kind of beauty rare, forsooth
But rainbows shine in spite of faith
Suns blaze in spite of eyes embrace
The world is good (and good is true)
And more good for the life of you
You are a beacon of hope and joy
Could inspire the rise and fall of troy
With heaven's light imbued
 Feb 2017 mikev
D
Crying Emoji
 Feb 2017 mikev
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that you came to me
in the late hours for comfort
it means more than I can express

I guess that makes me pretty pathetic
more or less
I know what I am and
I am insecure
 Feb 2017 mikev
D
There are so many people who do
and say controversial **** only in order
to gain the public's eye.
Not only on YouTube, take a look at that woman
who goes on Twitter and starts beef
with popular celebrities just so her name is in the news.
Tila Tequila is always posting the most
inappropriate crap, and I'm not talking about **** and *****,
I'm taking about praising ****** and mass genocide with passion.
Look at basically every successful politician
with the power of swaying the masses with
only a few words - I'm pointing at you Donald Trump.
It's ******* disgusting the lengths people can go
to get publicity, because as they say,
any publicity is good publicity, right? Wrong.
It only works because we
highlight it and glorify it,
people take sides and
the only thing left is a divide.
The only way to really stop this kind of
hate-spreading, fear mongering, classlessness
is to stop talking about them.
To completely shut them out.

But I know that's impossible, because
ridiculous as it sounds, there are going to be
people who agree with them, who will
glorify them and put them on pedestals
for being true to their cause.
So then what can we do?? I guess we continue
talking about it... and the loop goes on.  

Humanity isn't lost, it was never there to begin with.
This is the way of humans, there's always been
the ones like Polandbananas and Tila Tequila and Donald Trump,
and there always will be. But I want to believe
that the number of people with the capacity
to love and begin the change
is greater than the number of people
who are too set in their ways
to be persuade.
I felt like this could work as a spoken word after I finished writing it,
What do you think though?
 Feb 2017 mikev
Renée Brookes
Does not mean I am a *****.
Yes, ******* is fun. Bianca tells me so,
Greg too, and his crew.
You think so,
we all do, but I want more.

It all starts the same, with an ordinary encounter.
She starts with her name and where she's come from.
I want to hear about her life;
her home/ her heart.
You know that saying.

I can feel curiosity filling me,
The ropes of our bond tighten with each word.
I ask him questions, just to hear him speak.
I stare deep; behind his eyes, undivided.

His company gives me purpose,
Gives me ecstasy.

I can see her everything.
The walls she's built, tore down to rebuild;
The preciousness of what she protects.

We are nothing but human.
We need love, companionship, friendship.
That does not make me a *****.
 Feb 2017 mikev
Emily Crews
2/17/17
 Feb 2017 mikev
Emily Crews
There are days when I swear I am a hundred feet tall.
And then there are days when I swear the world has slipped out
      from underneath my feet.
God help me be enough for me
Because I can't keep ******* in water every time I try to breathe.
Today can be our Christmas , our eve of Thanksgiving
I see a maiden with a crown of mistletoe
Bearing gifts , wearing a gown of spider silk
Barefooted impressions upon known passages
My lady sashays in a persistent daydream ,  
lighting the outdoor candelabra of desire
A bonfire outstanding , a pyre of nightmarish
sacrifice she implores , a sword that strikes without
impunity , a goblet of raspberry brandy , porcelain ,
sensuous , quivering desire waiting to be quenched
I am the commanded , the longing , the bereft , froward ,
the left
Culled mouth , undeserving , culpable yet unstoppable
Seduction gorged upon , collecting on the corners of trembling lips ,
pooling at the neck and shoulders , collecting upon my chest ,
smeared o'er alabaster breast , heaving , tribulation , simultaneous
cries into night* ..
Copyright February 14 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Feb 2017 mikev
Jacobe Loman
i,
 Feb 2017 mikev
Jacobe Loman
i,
I am alone in this struggle.
It is because of intuition I am here.
Perhaps the future is so dim I cannot see.
Saddened by this lack of motion, I float gently.
Belonging nowhere, yet wanting to go home.

My own reflection is the testament of grief.
The mindset isn't whole, though it streams parallel to this situation.
The sickness stems from regret.
Why do I continue through the madness,
jaded and engulfed by desperation?
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