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Nov 2013 Psylocke

blue

Nov 2013 Psylocke

jimmy tee

blue

under the gun on top of the world
the rhyme and the beat
there’s a stinger out there
there is no easier explanation
as a family of artists behaves
they forge a crystal bent light
as they sleep

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Nov 2013 Psylocke

None

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Micheal Wolf

None

Lulaby to nowhere
A lament to none
Words at night spoken in your head
The ears supposed to hear them
Never in your bed
The passing moods of fancy
A whimsical delight
Head full of moving pictures
That haunt you in the night
So lulaby my brain cells
Hush and go to sleep
You have scrambled all reality
So just leave me be

Nov 2013 Psylocke

almost

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Micheal Wolf

almost

Almost yet not
Within grasp
Yet not holding
With but without
Almost is nothing
The lost

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Finger painting

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Micheal Wolf

Finger painting

Finger paint my life,
as I painted as a child
Trees now bigger and intricate in style
Do you think that's were we went wrong
To much detail, branches and leaves

Oh Finger paint my life

I could finger paint triangles
Mum knew they were trees?
Aeroplanes had smiles
and way to many wings

Oh finger paint your life

Cats and dogs looked like horses and sheep
But Dad knew what I painted
And all that it ment
So get out the paint and start again
Focus on basic and not over complex

Oh Fingerpaint your life

It isn't the details, the finicky bits
Not how many branches with leaves at their tips
Look to the simple, look deep inside
Then paint with your fingers
A triangle at a time

Fingerpaint your life woo woo oo
Finger paint your life
Mmmhhhhmmm

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Once Loved, Once Tested

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Jack R Fehlmann

Once Loved, Once Tested

Always is the problem word
too easily misinterpreted,
Right now that is the issue we're facing
Read the words once written
My words, yeah, honest, genuine
Sincere and borne from emotion
At that time, In those moments
Lessons, each day, every decision
choices, reactions, retrebutions
With out them, this, that moment
those emotions, that heartbreak
I'll always own them,
I am who you know today as result
they taught me about this world,
about love, how it feels to hurt
missing out, longing after, loneliness,
moving on, accepting my own thoughts
learning to live and love myself
You,.. Now,... Here,.. in the present
This lesson, what I know I want
I'll always love what I once loved,
but the decision to devote time, thought
myself over to?... That is mine to choose
I choose you...

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Light Drizzles and Hands Together

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Sir B

Light Drizzles and Hands Together

Raindrops dripping from the cold skies
Rain falling around us
Just a light drizzle
and us standing under the rain
just, standing
and looking at each other
removing all imperfections
and just staring at each others eyes
and rejoicing everything,

Rain drips down your,
hair, soaking wet
I am soaking too
but we look at each others eyes
Light Blue and Dark Brown
and just kiss
standing under the rain
under the cloudy skies
and kiss
with our hands intertwined
and still soaking

*We enjoy the moment

Just some poetry inspired by friends and the weather outside, I would love to know of someone who would stand outside in the rain with me.. I love the rain, especially the light drizzles. I do know of someone, but unlikely they would like to stand out in the rain.. with me. Anyway, light drizzles are amazingg.

Anddd, I cannot stand with not writing poetry. I have to. I am having nightmares and crazy bursts of emotions. This is one of my few ways to control it. If you have a problem with me... i seriously think you should get used to it.

Nov 2013 Psylocke

little squirrel

Nov 2013 Psylocke

WILLIAM WORTHLESS

little squirrel

there was a little squirrel as lovely as can be
he lived in the woods high up in a tree
jumpimg branch to branch you could see him play
always very happy always bright and gay
he would gather nuts on the forest floor
then back up in his tree the squirrel he would soar
then he would go to sleep so he could have a rest
curled up in ball inside his little nest.

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Drowning in Impudency

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Frieda P

Drowning in Impudency

my pretentious voice doesn't match the noise in my head
verses etched as silken decoys unfurled by titanium recoil
hiding in the recesses of silent protocol's evasive gibberish
clamoring to speak the truth within history's chapters
my stealth commute from childhood to insanity
rewarded by awkward stares of disbelief and disgust
i've waded in the pool of denial's wavelengths
lost in aftermath's undertow of insolent impudency
i've tread water til i drowned an insignificant death
still breathing the vapors of past grievances
grousing under a tidal wave of crush'd soul's imperfections
breached in the indignity of transgression's metaphors
personifications of a role better left blinded by fear
than face the nakedness of turbulent truth

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Adventure

Nov 2013 Psylocke

Nihl

Adventure

What reason do we have to be angry.
What reason do we have to curse the stars
and all the threads that bind them.
Who's fault apart from ours is it,
that this is the hell that we have placed ourselves amidst.
Every point in our lives,
lying like a checkpoint,
glowing like a streetlamp in the dead of night.
At the feet of these golden warm, welcoming lights there lay a crossroad.
And we foolish children feeble in heart and mind fumble without a further thought.
We follow our hearts and we follow them into deep into the disguising dark.
-
Adventure was the death of us, antagonizing.
Adventure was heartache,
agony as evil wizards warped our worlds until we were weaning.
It wasn't too late before the brazen beasts had burdened our lives with ever more brutality.
Wolves hungry for the hearts of men, walking on hind legs to better hinder us with horrors.
This world is beautiful with wonder,
but it's wonders are like lights
upon the Lophiiformes head.
Bright, beautiful and inviting
But lead with haste into the jaws of oblivion,
well hidden amongst the dark.

N.H.