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I am a prisoner
To my thoughts
That run through my head
At my worst moments
I am a prisoner
To the way i feel
To the panic
To the fear
I am a prisoner
To the plaster walls
That surround me
That i call "home"
I am a prisoner
To this earth
And the people
i love on it
I am a prisoner
A bird that wants to fly
A girl that needs to cry
A human with a huge heart
That she is prisoner to.
I am me
I am
Needy
Clingy
Lonely.
I am
Irresponsible
Yet responsible,
Grown up
Yet still a child.
I am
Nothing
But also everything,
Lonely
But not alone.
I am
A contradiction,
An out of place tile,
A sad picture.
I am
Myself
And i wont pretend
That im not
All these things.
Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream;
I wish no happier one than to be laid
Beneath a cool syringa's scented shade,
Or wavy willow, by the running stream,
Brimful of moral, where the dragon-fly,
Wanders as careless and content as I.

Thanks for this fancy, insect king,
Of purple crest and filmy wing,
Who with indifference givest up
The water-lily's golden cup,
To come again and overlook
What I am writing in my book.
Believe me, most who read the line
Will read with hornier eyes than thine;
And yet their souls shall live for ever,
And thine drop dead into the river!
God pardon them, O insect king,
Who fancy so unjust a thing!
 Jun 2015 MsAmendable
Luke
Nadir
 Jun 2015 MsAmendable
Luke
Oh conscience,
this is where we must part.
I promise to keep your damage here in my thrice heavy heart.
Your guidance once illuminated a long and treacherous path
but the destination you had planned for me
has become too distant, far too embedded in the dark.

Oh lover,
I’ve done my best to keep myself,
I can’t believe it’s been this hard.
Because no matter what I say or do,
I’m the only one that gets torn apart.
And I’ve grown tired of these fiends,
vultures scavenging through the carrion heap,
so called friends looking for their fill.
Oh misery, you’re no company to keep.

Oh mother, if you could only see
what this world lost in the throes of avarice has done to me.
it has taken everything I had and erased the lines I drew upon the sand.
and I’ve worn myself thin trying to exist between them,
to find myself again.

Oh conscience,
this is where we must part.
But I promise to keep you, oh burden,
here in my broken, heavy heart.
 Jun 2015 MsAmendable
Joe Cole
Bread is the staple food of life
We feed and nurture the delicate shoots
Lest we have no bread in the future

Words are the future of poetry
We must nurture and care for those
Delicate gentle words
Lest they wither and die on the vine
 Jun 2015 MsAmendable
Sourodeep
A flower so grand
in itself, vivid in
details, following no pattern
like the leaves of the plant.

All the leaves are the same
but a single flower so distinct
one does and the other doesn't
add to the plant's fame.

In its life of just a day, it steals the show
and spreads so much happiness
though the leaves may, in silence keep low,
diligently work for air's cleanliness.


Even then it sticks to the branch
as its life is given by
the apparently dreary plant.
Here, all its coming generations
will choose to be born,
and this plant only will they adorn.
We may be so much accomplished and successful in our life but we should not undermine the value of our roots, things which have helped us to reach where we are now.
 Jun 2015 MsAmendable
BF
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 Jun 2015 MsAmendable
BF
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Pity the fool who does
not believe words can
change lives
 Jun 2015 MsAmendable
niamh
Pebbles
 Jun 2015 MsAmendable
niamh
The pebbles line the shore
Like a congregation
Of ocean worshippers.
An array of colour and size,
Their diversity a testament
To the beauty of the rocks.
And though they are dwarfed
By neptune's tabernacle,
Their beauty is merely enhanced
 Jun 2015 MsAmendable
Chris
~

On blushing morn of ended sleep
beyond the glow, a dawning bliss
To see this sunrise in your smile
and feel the wonder of your kiss
~
I start this day a precious scene,
awake amidst a blossomed view
Such beauty does befall my heart
*as I begin this day with you
Good morning Beautiful
 Jun 2015 MsAmendable
Chris


Rain still falls
upon my shoulders,
green leaves slow dance
with crystal droplets
to the enchanting melody of
saturated skies singing,
spider webs wear liquid diamonds,
shimmering chandeliers swaying
like silent wind chimes on the breeze
and puddles act as mirrors
where I see my smile
as I head down a muddy path,
leaving lonely footprints behind,
walking towards the sunny day
*that is you
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