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Adrianna Aarons  Feb 2017
CN
Adrianna Aarons Feb 2017
CN
You are cancer cells and
Broken bones and
Shards of glass and
A burnt down home, you
Drowned me out so I couldn't breathe, you
Pulled the rug from right under me, but
I found a life raft out at sea and
Saved myself from everything
indelible ink  Jan 2013
ILY
indelible ink Jan 2013
ILY
shudnt talk to you ..
coz u my opposite...
coz u r moody...
Coz u make me sad...
coz u get angry at me all d tym...
coz u total dog sumtyms ..
coz u r d one who has kissed so many girls.....
coz u dun trust neone....
coz u don't tellme how u feel at all..
Or jus mayb I shud talk to u?

Coz Mayb opposites attract...
Mayb coz u apologize with smileys that makes me smile ... .
Mayb coz u cn make me smile even if u r d reason m sad...
Mayb cz I get angry at u n u laugh at me..
Mayb cz I cn b a ***** at tyms too..
Mayb cz I want to kiss u..
Mayb cz I trust u..
Maybin d hope dat u will tellme how u feel .. Sumday !
Nora Agha  May 2012
Open Windows
Nora Agha May 2012
It’s too hot
and stuffy.
The blanket holds me in
holds me down
I’m suffocating.

I toss and
I turn.
The blanket is tangled
between my legs
I’m trapped.
I fumble and
I fidget.

I lean up on my elbow
to look out.
My arm is numb.
The CN tower.
Can you see it?
Can you see it?
Is it behind the fog?

It’s too hot
and stuffy.
The blanket is tangled
between my legs.
My arm is numb.
I fumble and
I fidget.

The blanket holds me in
holds me down.
I’m trapped.
I toss and
I turn

I lean up on my elbow
to look out
I’m suffocating.
The CN tower.
Behind the fog.
Behind the fog.
I’m still in Toronto, right?

It’s too hot
and stuffy
I fumble and
I fidget
I toss and
I turn.

Can’t sleep while suffocating.

Open the window. It’s freezing outside, let it in.
indelible ink Jan 2013
Have we ever sat back and realised that the relations we say we have with us ..left ... How much have we valued them ?
Why is it that the relations ...that dint work out , were too complicated ,dint have a chance with etc are the relations which have caused us pain ?
Why not the relations we already have caused us any pain ?
Because we have lost track of them .. we take them for granted .. we know we have them that is why we don't try to keep them safe !
When was the last time you did something out of Love and not to PROVE something ?
When. Was the last time you did something because it makes others feel good about themselves rather than yourself ?
When was the last time you did something to cherish ur relation and not cry over the lost one ?
Tatum O'Brien Nov 2014
The ceiling fan goes cn-ch cn-ch cn-ch.
Light through the blinds highlight dust motes.
The cat sits by the door, eye on the finch.
Simple things catch my thoughts.

I imagine your finger,
oh your fingers.
Running down my back,
and across my hips.
Gently brush my buttocks as
they slide down my thigh,
and cusp the back of my knee.

Tugging me closer to you,
drawing my knee above your hip.
I smell your skin,
it smelled like I always imagined.
Embarrassed of the intoxication of scent,
my hair falls over my warm face.

My knee is left cold,
your hand cradles my face for a
moment.
Pushing my hair away, I can not help but
be stayed by the passion in your eyes.
I sighed.
And finally opened my eyes.

The cat stares across the studio.
The finch had long flown away.
I stare at my empty bed.
**** these thoughts,
and **** the inability to cure them.
I know I could, but I would rather
have you do that.
Breeze-Mist  Dec 2017
CN
Breeze-Mist Dec 2017
CN
Thanks, animators
For showing the beauty in
The apocalypse
Inspired by this: (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/50/26/bd/5026bd84e7300b237bcb37004b724ae9--crystal-gems-cartoon-network.jpg)
It's not all that hard, it's so easy to learn,
Each and every one of these simple rules.
You see, I'm not even American,
But not even us Mexicans are such fools.

I know this language like I know myself,
I never laid hand on the shelf,
Where everyone placed their literature books,
Just to drop it for looks.

It's easy to remember,
Why can't you see,
English is so easy,
Or is it just me?

No.
That wouldn't make sense.
Spanish was my first language.
Yet I've come to know English better than my native tongue.

You're not North American, British, or Australian?
Alright whatever, I'll let it slide.
But really, born and raised here?
Come on, it's a free ride.

Deosnt it btoher you taht erevy wrod is speled rong?
Notice can't that you is order your wrong?
Proud to be an American, it isn't really saying much.
Cuz it lik jus syin I cn bearle evn speek such.

Yes, I think you're stupid, every time you spell wrong,
Because it's so easy to fix even a word that is long.
It makes me wonder wether your autocorrect's off?
Because that simple thing, knows each time that you're off.

Is it really so hard to put in that one vowel,
Or put in the consonant so your spelling's not foul.
Or correct the double-negative, you know it's not true,
It's easy to do, just proofread right through.

We all have the ability needed learn,
Yet it seems your ability's been placed in an urn.
You've got a big brain, so why don't you use it?
Trust me, I know, you shouldn't abuse it.

If you have pride in nothing else,
That's fine,
But it's good to have pride in the fact that you know,
YOUR LANGUAGE.
Be proud that you can communicate well,
Be proud that even the nerdiest of nerds can't use words you won't understand,
Be proud that you know how to use correct punctuation,
Be proud to know where "ph", "gh", "ou", "eau" and the silent "t" are used,
Be proud to know which words comes first, and which one comes last,
Be proud to know English, you can learn it all fast,
Be proud to know the art of words,
The art so many ancient cultures knew,
The ancient Japanese, and Romans, and even the French,
Yet America has forgotten how to use words.
Be proud to be a leader of the generation in the USA,
The generation that brings back knowing our own tongue,
So that foreigners who come don't know us better than us.
Be proud to know the beauty of language.
It really bothers me, it almost ****** me off, how much people seem to go out of their way to not learn their own language. People can compose great poems, but if you can't spell, or if the order's all wrong, your poem begins to lose its meaning and artistic value, it doesn't even make sense anymore.
Shawn  Jun 2012
you are v. 2
Shawn Jun 2012
you are everything
you are everyone
you are every cliche
you are the sun,
you are the stifling heat
that cannot be escaped
you are valentines cards
misdirected and misshaped,
you are hotmail,
you are myspace,
you are my face,
hungover and exhausted,
you are lost kids,
you are something that was fun,
you are not getting shotgun,
you are beer
that's been in the sun
too long,
you are a sad song,
that's not been made better,
you are the hole in my sweater,
or my pockets,
you are the chalky sugar that's
passed off as rockets,
you are the first drummer of the beatles,
you are evil,
and i don't mean that jokingly,
you are choking me,
like turtlenecks,
or high stake bets,
made on the wrong team,
you are what seems like
a good idea at the time,
you are past tense,
you are jeans caught in the fence
preventing teens from sneaking in,
you are cold wind on a dry winter's day,
you are Coldplay's last two albums,
you are too much talcum powder
you are convenience store flowers,
you are forced,
you are hoarse
voices in place of song,
you are wrong,
you are the weakest link,
you are outdated references,
you are beverages,
that have lost carbonation,
you are hesitation
that leads to regret,
you are the new york mets,
you are first impressions
that i make on the elderly,
you are Beverly Hills Chihuahua,
you are foie gras,
you are aqua
and their music in my head,
you are cold beds,
warm beer,
empty freezers,
old tears,
fake appeasers,
new fears,
you are the moments
when it feels like no one's near,
you are searching for Waldo for hours,
you are any buildings "bigger" than the cn tower,
you are fake,
you are first date awkward silence,
you are last date awkward silence,
you are violence,
you are hybrid suvs,
you are bees,
you are black flies,
you are forgetting an event is black tie,
you are something nice to forget,
you are socks that are wet,
you are the slow driver in the left lane,
you are fame,
you are fleeting seconds
never to be recaptured,
you are the man on the corner
screaming about rapture,
you are actors selling out,
you are stains on a couch,
you are lost remotes,
you are failed attempts to save face,
you are everything
that has ever graced
this time and space,
here and above,
you are everything,
you are love...
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
I’m an atheist he said
The crowd erupted and roared
Bottles thrown and spit fired
Fingers pointing and foul words jointing
Hear me out he asked
The crowd fell to half
How could we be lead by a man like you
A man of no faith and belief
Direction or related mind
I am not like you he said
I’m a man of my own
With a mind of my own
I do not obey the words on old paper
Old faith and testaments
Organized by preachers and the mystical
I disobey the orders of the proclaimed Christianity
It’s a waste of time
Equally as blind as the blind
You say I’m mislead and misguided
But I grew up
Grew bigger than the mythical scenes of a delusional mind
We believe in Santa until
You realize the man cannot fly
Deliver to 7 billion people one night annually
I was forced the change the human mind
The manual of the distracted and unkind
I am the man with my head on straight
I was able to recognize, stabilize and seize
A true fact would be
Humans would fail to exist without bees
But you’re more focused on Moses’ ability to part seas
Noah saving one of each species
If you could narrow your mind
Aid yourself to not restrict and bind
You’d be able to improve world issues
Decrease poverty rates or aid small businesses
Now I’m not saying you will, but you’re entirely capable
I’m not saying you can’t while believing in him
But to me its one less distraction and myth
To arouse my imagination with
Instead I use that extra time and space
To ponder all of the cures and fixes
Improvements and enhancements
The crowd sat down
I watched as they nodded their heads with hesitation
Afraid to be caught by their peers
I raised my chin slowly to the man in white
So what do you believe in sir
He grinned and grinded his teeth
I am an open book
Millions of pages without words on them
I welcome and accept your differences
I do not attempt to change your beliefs like you do me
What you believe makes you diverse
But when you believe a mythical soul because someone told you so
Remember you are no longer diverse
You can be a man of the Arab faith or Christian belief
Believe that I don’t care who or what you believe
I’ll accept you
I’ll welcome and ingest what I like from everything you insist is correct
A man of unbiased and unfettered
You will no confine me or define me
I intake what I adore
Apply it to myself until I love nothing more
Then move to the next trait
I will continue to do this until my million pages are left full
There would not be room for one letter left in the top right corner of my lined paper
And honestly I do not want one thing from any of you
You judged me on behalf of the way I live
Like it would affect the way you live
Instead of acceptance and an open ear
You fell deaf like an infection or symptoms of vertigo
Instead of open arms
They became cuffed behind your back, rightfully so for your lack of embrace
I have files, folders and books written
Of things I wish not to be, things that are wrong and inhumane
Yet im still a young man
So aware and so directed
So guided and lead
By my own mind and beliefs rather than mythical creatures and imaginative retreats
This is a book of what I do not want to be
The man held a bible in his hands
People did not budge or scratch
Speak or lose focus
If you want to believe in something the man said
Believe in people
Believe in good faith and kind hearts
Believe in diversity and fresh starts
Don’t be caught off guard to evil actions
They are bound to happen
But people will help and aid them
Prevent and proclaim again
If you want to believe in God,
Believe in the force of people as one together being God
God did not make that Natural Disaster happen
Our ecological destruction did
Do not believe that God gave the unfertile woman a baby
Believe in good luck and breaking the odds
My mother always told me nothing is impossible
So I pledged to believe that we as humans together
Will embrace and be the causes of making the impossible possible
We as humans, together as one are everything you believe in
We have inhumane powers,
A thousand years ago they would not have believed in a CN Tower
Believe in the power of us as one
As we will save our people, trees, waters and everything we need
One by one
We are that man that is responsible for everything we see as impossible
Because we convince ourselves to believe there is something more powerful than us
We do not want to accept harsh and abnormal realities
Instead we weaken our minds and enhance our acceptances
And claim a figure named God did what humans apparently could not
“And What?” a man of the crowd shouted
Let me ask you this the man stared in straight face
What color would your man of God be wearing
“White of course, robes of white” the man shouted
And let me welcome you to something sir the man on stage said
Look around your room
There isn’t a man or woman in this room that Is not dressed in white
Although you’ll believe your God made this happen
I’ll fall to believe that fate and coincidence led aid to my theory
So to answer your question
I will lead you into the new world
One which will purify our lively hoods
And change the world
And if that is not enough motivation to follow my footsteps
Then I do not want to lead you
I will take my goals elsewhere
Thank you the man said as he walked away
I looked from left to right
The room remained quiet and stunned
Mentally reviewing everything the man just said
They began to look around the room and their people, ancient brothers and sisters
Until beautiful lady in a slim white dress stood up and applauded
One by one the people of the future raised from their seats
Clapping and screaming
Shouting and embracing
“We Are the People of the Future! Follow Me As I Lead You! Into The New World! I Am Your Sealer and Together We Are God! Love Me Like I Love You”
The crowd erupted
As I stood, clapping and smiling
I was not just a bystander
No, now I’m a man of the future
Francie Lynch Apr 2014
In Shediac
The sidewalk threads up Main,
Past Church and hospital
To a yellow-frame;
Where wishes and the real world meet
Near Leger Street.

Here,
Quiet evening stairs leave cares,
And blueberries, dahlias and Parley's foam,
Like Sirens call our thoughts to home.
A quilt work of faces,
Some young, some grown,
Looked through windows to a time unknown,
Past the ledger of Grand-mere,
Past Hector's chair.

Though
Emilie was consumed with cooking,
Quilting, cleaning and sometimes singing,
She fed the dreams of her dear born,
And sheltered concerns of a heart well-worn,
Like a wrap-a-round porch in a Northumberland storm,
On Main Street.

These
Porch steps led to worldly affairs,
Finance, healthcare, CN, shopwares.
Each step, each child bore Emilie's breath,
Et dans l'eglise St. Joseph.

But
Bricks are brittle and paint will wane,
A picture or poem will fade and stain,
Yet Sirens still call out your name
In Shediac.
Shediac, N.B., Canada
AapkiHamesha Aug 2012
If only your few freckles were the few stars I can see outside my city window.

If only that crescent moon was your mischievous wink, or sly smile.

If only I could jump out of my window and hop upon the sky scrapers, higher and higher and rest upon that crescent, rest upon thine shut eye, thy lips.

If only this window, your glasses were gone. I could leap and show you how much I love you. I could show you how high and fast I would jump over the CN Tower and fall again just for you and kiss your freckles on my descent.

Just for you. Just for you.
jeffrey conyers Sep 2012
If I have not giving you enough love.
Then I pledge more.
You're so wonderful.

If I hadn't hug you enough.
Then I pledge more hugs.
You're so wonderful

If I han't giving you enough kisses.
Then I pledge to you more kisses.
There cn never be enough.

There are no limitations that I won't do for you.
Ask.
Request and witness the things I will do
You're so wonderful.
And myself is so grateful.

— The End —