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Feb 2014 -

Money

Feb 2014 -

Renae

Money

Since money is all you want
Money is all you'll see
If money is all you love
then money is what you'll be
Money money money money
Money does not love you honey
Cause love cannot be bought
What happens when the money is gone
You'll be all alone and lost
Just remember you chose money
So money is what you got

You cannot buy your children's love and respect they will only feel entitled or like they owe you, it will never be from the heart.

Feb 2014 -

When I Fall In Love With My Poem

Feb 2014 -

JK Cabresos

When I Fall In Love With My Poem

My poem illumines the night like the harvest moon,
like the eerie gleams of fireflies reflect in the stream;
entrenched feelings, somehow are still unexplained
just like how bubbles of morning air kissed my skin.

It's not how our hearts intertwined all of the sudden
but of our language concurred; beautifully spoken,
when my mind awakens to reality, so slow, so slow
that's when I write those lovely words only for you.

Feb 2014 -

Feb 2, 2014.

Feb 2014 -

Reneeza

Feb 2, 2014.

Its been my birthday
You did not even call
Completely shattered my heart
The hardest fall of all.
I waited for hours and hours
Not a glimpse nor sound of you
Wondering what went wrong
And if all of this were even true.
I stayed there waiting for you
But I'm kind of glad.
I'll be the best you never had.

Feb 2014 -

Please

Feb 2014 -

Savannah Charlish

Please

Please just don't love me.
Don't look past the flaws.
Don't tell me that I deserve better,
Or that you're not my past.
Don't tell me that you think I'm wonderful,
Or look at me with your intoxicating eyes.

Don't look past what I'm telling you.
Please don't see that I'm dying for you to love me.

Feb 2014 -

Shoulda' Been Born In The 60's

Feb 2014 -

alexis hill

Shoulda' Been Born In The 60's

They wanted to build
a counter culture
a version of
whatever
needed straight from
society

I shoulda' been born in the 60’s

cause I recycle more than
I create trash and like
an acid flashback,

I don’t even have a license
just bicycle from point A
to point B

I realize,

I shoulda' been born in the 60’s

they call me a hippie but
the fringe and leather
don’t make me

it’s that I practice what I
preach

I listen and I teach
I reach out to the old
faith
Gandhi and passive resistance
tryin' to make a difference
even if peace don’t
“exist” at least I don’t
reach out to war
as if it’s at my fingertips

and just like braidin’ hemp
the center splits-

I shoulda' been born in the 60’s

I listen to classic rock
and jam to an mp3
records and tape decks
old school

is where you'll find me

Jimi and Zeppelin and
The Doors make me jive
without that music
I don’t even think I’d be alive

it’s that drive-
like man, you’re either on the bus or
off the bus

but I hopped coast to
coast
cause in love we trust
west to east in a retreat,
just to find the true me.

I shoulda' been born in the 60’s

I wear flowers in my hair
and sat on stoops
in Haight

I grew my hair long
and I sport natural waves

I don’t wear makeup or
go to raves
I try and find my grass roots

while they sport white collar jobs
and dress up in their suits

I write poetry and rhymes
I paint and I draw the line where man-

I should have been born in the 60’s
but I’m 93’
and thats ok with me.
in this current day and year
of 2014

Feb 2014 -

Between the Lines

Feb 2014 -

r

Between the Lines

The words between
leave not a trace
on page or screen
or time or space.

The cursive script
or font filled line
serve to encrypt
this life of mine.

Some days I'm hot,
and some days cold.
Some days I'm young,
and some days old.

I have known love,
and I've known pain.
I've been a dove,
and I've been Cain.

I have been high,
and I've been low.
I've cast the die
where few will go.

I'm hidden here
somewhere between
the far and near
and never seen.

r ~ 7Feb14

Feb 2014 -

To be loved

Feb 2014 -

Aleska Servian

To be loved

I like to write our names with blood
so life can seem a bit more poetic
i keep your wick hair in my pocket
my friends didn't agree that Hamlet was that dramatic
The sunset makes me feel so sick
but when you hold my hands and i take my pills
i feel like i'm van gogh's daughter
a mortal virus that can't be killed
We're looking for meanings in the most futile things
a honorable God on the corner of his eyes
bring me someone's head on a tray
to prove that our flame's still alive

Would you treat me like a suicidal queen?
i'm a lonely wolf who got used to be alone
my tears in a black and white screen
like a porcelain doll you'd lock me in a glass dome
All i want
is to be loved
all i want
is to be loved

We'll sit on the windows of your expensive car
your dark hair invisible through the night
i bet they thought i kissed the devil
cause i always wanted to be the reason of a fight
Paris burned his legacy for his muse
women expect nothing but true violent love
life enjoys making us unhappy
send your letters through a black dove
A bonfire and a cheap bottle of wine
i'll cover myself with the money that you stole yesterday
i can be deaf, i can be mute, i won't be blind
looking for a gangster Romeo for my birthday

Would you treat me like a suicidal queen?
i'm a lonely wolf who got used to be alone
my tears in a black and white screen
like a porcelain doll you'd lock me in a glass dome
All i want
is to be loved
all i want
is to be loved

And i'll run to you with all the thorns in my feet
i'm feeling pretty loved
the hunger is divine and i'll eat your own meat
feels like i'm being hugged