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  Feb 2018 Lylock
Midnight
~The problem with me
Is that I always try
To force my square self
Into your circular expectations~
*
To quiet my voice
To not speak my mind
To order a salad
Instead of a steak
Cause god forbid
I'd gain some weight
Because god FORBID
I be anything but straight
And all for what?
All for YOU
And what do you do?
You treat me like dirt
And spit in my face
You tell me that I am
A horrible disgrace
Well, maybe the problem
Isn't with me
Maybe you're the one
Who's got a problem.
Not me.
I want to live my life how it is MEANT to be
Lylock Feb 2018
In the small hours
I walk
And feel the sleepless city sleep
And empty streets

The sky above
Is still
Despite the stars

If the sun never rose
I think that right now
I'd be happy
They say ignorance
Is bliss
But there is a difference
Between arrogance
And ignorance
Its a fine
Thin Line
Ignorance is not knowing
Arrogance is not caring
These two go hand in hand
Anyone that is arrogant
Is usually also ignorant
Ignorance is bliss?
If anyone has any suggestions on any additions to this poem please comment below
  Feb 2018 Lylock
Adelaide Heathfield
sometimes
you just need to
run into the
wild and
look at the
starshine and
look at the
moonbeams


and forget
who you are
for a while


forget where
you came from
and where you're
trying to go


forget who is
waiting for you
and what they said
and what they
might say


to melt back
into black
and pulse shiny
and magical


to be
simply a
body under
the sky


© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield
No matter how big and bright and sparkling we make our lives, nature still calls to us. To be domed over by an indigo sky spangled with stars can calm even the most turbulent heart. Because nature connects us to the wordless part of ourselves. And no words = no worries.
Lylock Feb 2018
****
Last night I told her
I wanted strawbeeries
  Feb 2018 Lylock
phil roberts
On wheels
On the road
Off our heads
City bound
Let's go bro
Let the adrenalin flow
In search of narcotics
On Devilment Row
Where the good don't go

Here dealers compete
In a threatening way
And if you're not bold
You better not stay
Young joeys surround you
On the carpark
But you ignore them
And head inside
The deals are better in there
Though the risks are higher
Amidst the heavy hitters

Thirty or forty
To pick and choose from
What ya sellin'?
What ya deals like?
Everyone's suspicious
And everyone's armed
There are people murdered
In this part of town
And nobody blinks an eye
And you know that when
You're that close to death
You feel so very much alive

                                     By Phil Roberts
Lylock Feb 2018
Everyone wants to say
Something just, important
Even with time
That will keep
Unlike the strawberries
From friday market

Puppies, Grandmothers and Young Lovers
I guess strong emotions
Make us fall
Back to old words

Naysayers for cliches
They say make
Bright days
A pain to hear

I'll let you decide
For yourself
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