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 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Sam
There are those poems that complete you
and also those that abscise;
Taking a little love from behind your ribs
and a little light from behind your eyes
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Alēa
I feel that I have failed
To do the one thing I was designed to do

To pour my heart into the empty spaces in your chest
To replace the raging chaos in your mind with the bright light that leaks from my lips
To give you a sense of belonging when the world denies you

I feel that I have failed
To do the one thing I was designed to do

To hold you so tightly that your broken pieces would mold back into one
To put your insecurities to sleep inside of my bones
To dry your tears with my hands that will soak up every last one of your fears

I feel that I have failed
To do the one thing I was designed to do

I feel that I have failed
Failed to save you
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Ja
STREET WISE
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Ja
If you see
A poor old man
Sitting on the street

Then pick him up
Dust him off
And put him on his feet

But if he starts
To complain
By giving you some lip

Then sit his ***
Right back down
And don’t leave him a tip
WIZDUMBs BY JA 268
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Ja
When sunshine hits my window
Its beams dispense their plume
Just like you, light up my heart
By entering the room
BOEMS BY JA 622
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Ja
TRUMP
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Ja
It’s not the essence
                                    of his speeches
That all this
                      uproar brought

But the ignorance
                                 of his words
Which he expressed
                          before he thought
WIZDUMBs BY JA 227
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Ja
SAVED
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Ja
I stared out the window
My brain, completely disengaged
No thoughts, no emotions
But a war was being waged

I could not move or even think
Stood lifeless, as I gazed
But, inside my brain
This awful darkness blazed

Outside the window, light
It seemed so warm and pure
Still, inside my head
A madness did me lure

I could not raise my voice
Could not, say a word
That evil’s lock on me
Seemed to be assured

But then an angel’s voice
So sweetly to me said
Come with me my dear
And let us go to bed
BOEMS BY JA 583      
FOR MY WIFE
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Rapunzoll
my mother always said
"don't fall in love with a poet"
they pretend to love you
but what they really love
is writing about loving you
you are mere words to them
feelings cheapened by a page,
dusty grey typewriters,
and many unfinished drafts
of lovers both old and new,
you are the question mark,
but not the answer,
they are searching for ?
person unidentified: mystery
the page wanderer,
each poem a missing
person poster to cover their
bedroom walls.
they cannot love something
that is in their head
poets are the loneliest of
all people, my mother said.
they write to immortalize
what has long passed.
to live within their words,
but not reality,
lost souls writing suicide notes
and proclaiming it art.
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my mother never actually said this to me, but i figure i'll probably end up saying it one day if i have children.

it's pessimistic yes, but i know there are exceptions. please don't take to heart. it's more a criticism of myself than all poets. :)
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Liam Haldek
Life is a journey
and Death is our destination?

Always just be yourself
but follow the examples of others?

Never give up
but also learn to let go?

The sky is the limit
but the rules must be followed?

What is the Truth
in this lie we call Society,
this delusion we have crafted,
*where the rich run the show?
((Sorry for the edit.))
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
The Dedpoet
All the silence does not mean
You are alone,
It is the world waiting for you
To listen;
And in the darkness you are
Found by the light
Of your hope.

And in the tears of your
Pain you are born,
There you become stronger
And it creates order.

Pick up your flesh as your spirit
Lifts,
And speak your happiness
As if the tip of your tongue
Was the mountain's peak
Speaking at the sky,
The burden is a caged bird
And only the conscious can set
It free.
And sing to yourself so that
You know you are never alone
In your body.

Know that your crazy is beautiful
Because it makes you YOU,
Wear your skin like
Your cozy blanket and cuddle
In the warmth of yourself.
     You are not broken,
But scattered like the night
With pieces like stars shining,
    Open your pain and yourself
To the wound of the world and heal
Whatever you choose.
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Matt Hews
Constantly*
preaching to a World
that does everything
but*
listen.
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