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 Aug 2015 Paula Roberts
Sha
He did not put her on a pedestal
nor made her his queen.
Instead,
he wrote her and made her his favorite song.
 Aug 2015 Paula Roberts
EP Mason
Breath hitched
neck kissed
mind switched
off

Body cold
legs fold
this feels
wrong

Clothes torn
mouths yawn
day dawns
you warn

Don't tell anyone

And  I feel small
 Aug 2015 Paula Roberts
Mandi
It was more difficult in the past to be different
as all were the same.
It was more difficult in the past to be different and accept it
as all were the same, and the same was the truth.
It was much easier in the past to be different, and understand it
as all others, were the same; so difference could be identified and explored by self.
It is much easier in the present to be different,
as all are spoon-fed self confidence, and a sense of pride in what they
want.
It is much more difficult in the present, to Understand your difference, and Accept it.
as all others are different bc they were Told to be.
and You
You are Different
because you Are.
        Naturally.
 Aug 2015 Paula Roberts
aviisevil
a naked tree stood on the end
of a forest far and wide, blue and green
a lonely place with no friend
at the corner it would hide, unseen
unheard were its tears at night
as it stood cold against the winds
when the sun shone high and bright
It would be reminded of its sins
forest grew more green and dark
and the river filled up to the brim
but peace in this world never do last
sooner or later a monster walks in

the forest was cut open and sold
in pieces, scarred and in polished tint
burnt to the ground, breathing charcoal
diseased and with a despairing stink
the river was fed a poisoned brew
howling abuses and killing every child
the monsters bred and the hurt grew
in the shadows of the corpses piled
only the darkest of the forest remained
green all but lost to the monsters red
for every mother lost for them to gain
world will nurse scars and birth death


monster fed till nothing was left
only one naked pillar from the yesterday
when they got full, turned on themselves
the river ran red for a thousand days
and silence swept in the sky again
clouds started building the blue sky
those who were hiding came out again
slowly and softly the clouds begin to cry
the naked tree stood alone in the rain
now one with the world and its creed
every star in the sky now knew its name
for in this world, it was the only seed

*the river began breathing again
and the children seeding in depths
a barren land filling its scars again
breeding what little that it had kept
the tree grew more beautiful everyday
now that the world swirled to its feet
the lasting winter came and went away
and it stood as wide as it could reach
it planted a seed upon springs breath
birthing more in every coming spring
down the river they would be swept
and soon a young forest began to sing
all around their mother, a king.
Notes (optional)
 Aug 2015 Paula Roberts
Wesley A
If we could consume the world,
we would all gorge ourselves in an instant.
To sacrifice eternity, humanity, all we know,
for a brief moment of pleasure.
This is our nature, one of greed,
of self-serving at any cost.
It is our driving force, our only motivation.
To take all we can, and keep others from having.
We would rather stuff our faces
until we become sick,
than share the smallest morsel
with those who have less.
Any goodness, any charity,
must be motivated by hidden interests.
By the desire to take a greater share
of the love and respect rationed to each person.
To trade the lives of all in exchange for our own
is not even a thought.
No matter the name you give it
selfishness is who we are.
They’ll fight for your life,
Until they change their mind
Because it is written.
This poem could have been a lot longer, but it's bedtime.
If you must
participate,
you might
want to boil
the air
before
you enter.
  ~mce
Anarchism is not political; it is the opposite.
ideas of adventure rattle my chest
wanderlust sweaters knitted in my skin
and I can never take them off
i lace fingers with skylines
kiss a breeze in the sheets of rain
fall in love with the heart beats setting the earth to rhythm
and i can never forget my first love
they're always dancing
a synchronize syncopation of elation
around the one they truly loved
and I fell to the force of things I could not understand
but they never stopped dancing,
and i could never anchor them down
they laced my energy around them
and I'm lost to forever wandering
experiencing all my love's beauties
learning every curve of their spine
teasing their goosebumps when only the moon is awake
running over every scar and memory
and I'm infinitely, unshakably in love with every piece of you
every nation and country
every land mass and ocean
every bird and mammal
every tree and leaf
and I'm in love with every soul and energy

— The End —