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 Jan 2018 nyant
Lior Gavra
People power people, and pick their equals.
Ideas, decisions, and what becomes real.
Whether we stand in a line, elections.
Decide who continues on, selection.

The rich become rich only from people’s contributions.
Using their products, services, or through admiration.
Social media, likes, comments, a way to get attention.
Striving to break from conformity, this world’s automation.

Scream, shout, acting strange in public.
Shoot, attack, people turn on each other, frantic.
People become desperate, run out of options.
Detectives try to figure out motives, using caution.

Joker said it best, why so serious?
Wasting time on the small things, getting furious.
When you can turn it around, hear how they feel.
Truly care and help them heal.
Be a friendlier face, selfless.
To those hiding in their shells, helpless.

Maybe everything seems right for a while.
But this world is in chaos, and in need of smiles.

Why so serious?
Smile
 Jan 2018 nyant
Lior Gavra
We want options but hate making choices.
Looking up to others waiting for their voices.
Easily swayed when someone claims.
This is the right one, no one to blame.

Dating, living, food it is all the same.
The abundance just makes it a game.
Who, what, where fits us best.
Giving up on the original moving onto the rest.

How to pick one and be happy.
When you are just another fish in the sea.
Not hunting for what you need.
Clouded by objects, luxuries.

They say lovebirds only need each other.
Fluff their feathers and stay together forever.
We are no different, no need for royalty.
Just make a decision and keep some loyalty.
 Jan 2018 nyant
Lior Gavra
It haunts us, we are scared of it.
But we spend a lot of time thinking about it.
We walk around wanting it.
It drives us, makes us passionate.
Ditch everything we know just to chase it.
Wake up the next morning hoping to revisit.

It is different for each person, and we try to make the most of it.
Next year we make a bunch of promises, and swear to it.
No more this, no more that, but more of it.
Finally be the person we want to be, get really fit.
Time passes by, we forget it.
Maybe next year we will regret it.

Once you look around, you will remember it.
Slow things down, take a glance, it will hit.
Every second counts, do not ever quit.
You only get it once, before you split.

It is called life, cherish it.
 Jan 2018 nyant
S P Lowe
ADHD
 Jan 2018 nyant
S P Lowe
sometimes
                                                       ­                         my
                                     ­ brain
                       doesn’t
                                                       ­     work

right
                                                ­                               and

                             my

                                              thoughts

     ­                                         scatter

               ­                                                    like
                               beads

                                     spilled
                               on
                                                              ­                 tile

floor
 Jan 2018 nyant
Mitch Prax
You are a novel
gathering dust on my shelf
but not because I don’t want to read
but because I’m afraid
to turn the page,
afraid of how you’ll end
 Dec 2017 nyant
Q
Monopoly
 Dec 2017 nyant
Q
Look at me. Meet my eyes, I'll drag you in.
Love me obsessively. I'll bless you and forgive your sins.
Worship me. I'll redeem you in the eyes of your queen.
Give me monopoly. Give me power over you and all things.

I am the sight behind your eyes and the air within your lungs
I am the beat of your heart and the taste on your tongue
I am the thoughts within your mind and the stretch of your lips
I am the blood flowing through your veins and the motion of your hips.

I am the quintessential creator of you and this universe
I am the sheer force of nature in which you will immerse
I am the web in which you will stay
You will kneel and you will pray

I REQUIRE ALL YOU ARE AND ALL YOU WILL BE
IN MY PRESENCE ALONE WILL YOU TRULY BE FREE
WHEN YOU FIND ME I WILL OWN EVERYTHING YOU HAVE LEFT
I REQUIRE ALL THAT YOU HAVE BEEN,EVERY FORGOTTEN BREATH

FIND ME. WORSHIP, I WILL LISTEN AS YOU PRAY
GIVE ME ALL YOUR PETTY EXISTENCE HAS TO DISPLAY
PRAISE ME. LET ME HEAR YOUR INNERMOST PLEA
I WILL GRANT YOU EARTH IF YOU GIVE ME MONOPOLY.
I truly think my favorites of my own poems are the ones I can look back on three seconds after finishing them and feeling the bone-deep inquiry of, "what in the hell is wrong with me?"

This is what happens when I decide to try caps as a means of expression, something which I truly hate, for the first time.
 Dec 2017 nyant
Justok
Paradise...where is that?
Peace...how can I get that?
I just want to rest without
         my mind tormenting me.
Memories, thoughts, regrets, pain, fear...
Tornado. Debilitating and destructive.
The winds won't take away won't take away the pain.
Neither do the clouds, nor the rain.
Things left undone.
I can't close that door.
I'm looking for the sun...
     Looking for my way home.
I picked up the pieces and built a new life.
All those pieces held the past.
Tragedy again...
Picked up the pieces again.
My puzzle will never be complete.
There is one piece that is gone forever.
A piece that is a part of me...
     A piece that holds things left undone.
 Dec 2017 nyant
Q
Self-Defense
 Dec 2017 nyant
Q
At the very least, I am aware of my regression
I find myself grasping for the pillars of my past
To ground me in the torrential rains and floods

I reached for a cigarette and it fixed nothing at all
I reached for the knife and it settled me for a moment
I reached for the religion that alienated me and my family

Within the music I used to listen to I found peace.
I found tears I hadn't realized I needed to shed.
And though the teachings are still to raw to read
I latched to the pillar of religion and it once calmed me.
Written during one of the worst times in my life prior to this week. This poem isn't finished now, nor will it be later.
 Dec 2017 nyant
Q
Bloodthirst
 Dec 2017 nyant
Q
I've never believed you could absorb someone's energy
But I'd like to try it with you.
Open a vein, slit an artery
Drink you blood, your essence, through.

I want to crack your skull, delicately, thinly
See the wonders that brain of yours hides
I want to open your chest, rip your ribs apart
And study the workings of your insides.
This poem isn't finished now, nor will it be later. Which is a **** shame because I'm pretty sure I was going to crescendo the insane vibe I had going on and then take about 3,000,000 steps back from it.
 Dec 2017 nyant
Q
As to take my hands
And break every single bone
If you'd only be so kind
Take my heart and leave me alone
But don't touch my mind
My body is yours to harm
But if you'd be so kind
Please, leave me my mind.

My age may harm me in eighty years
And you may still peel my skin from muscle
But if you would show me a kindness
I swear I wouldn't struggle.
Death doesn't scare me
Neither does pain
I can take on the world
With little more than my brain.

I'm liable to survive
Through what I'm put through
Then come back with a vengance
And rip the heart out of you.
So you may hurt me now
Go ahead, be my guest
But if you leave me alive
I'll have your last breath.
Written in 2014 and rotting in my drafts since.
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