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MV Blake May 2015
The city breathes in,
A rattling wind of dusty smog,
Desperate in earnest,
Filling up the tubes and chambers
Like bellows on a hot furnace.

The air is pervasive, insidious;
It sticks to your skin and burns
Like holy water flicked from Jordan,
Downstream from the chemical plants
And pipes that lead health a merry chase.

It chews up the lungs with carcinogen teeth
And spits out the bits leaving holes of black
That spread through the organs like fire,
Immolating thoughts of hope and dreams,
And constantly whispering give up the race.

The city breathes out,
A rattling wind of corrupted fog,
And those that escaped the ill in the dark
Race like the wind away from its lungs,
Before the corruption spreads to their heart.
Alin May 2015
living particles
made of color
hang light
on top of an unknown
mountain

I do not have any space of time to cry
because I maybe miss you
there you stand right in front of me
at a distance that I can see

a clearing made for us is made of us
a stage of well fit grass circling us

you stand strong long hair maybe
a suit resembling iron
a suit that is a part of your being

you a warrior from timeless time
you came to me now
to stand across me

your gaze
that I surrender to
validates each particle
I am composed of

at rest is I innocent
pure balance
of peace and of joy
magnetic is our love

all the static is you
airy converting all the temporary is I
your endless silent gaze is now
our unconditional presence
made of a posture of standing is one
Will Rogers III May 2015
I had one of those dreams
One that you remember,
Like a long hug from a close friend
Or the present you received from your brother.

For the first time, I knew I was dreaming.
And I did not want to see it come to an end.
And so I treated it like a gift from above.

In this dream,
I was falling,
falling,
falling down.

I fell in pitch darkness with
Nothing around me but cool,
still air I fell through.

I was not afraid
For I knew there was no bottom;
No end to my descent into the black.

I felt free, comfortable and safe.
I flipped and dove, twirled and turned.

And I think God was saying,
“William, live life to the fullest, You are in my hands.”
[composed on May 21, 2014]
dravenstorm May 2015
Let's Gaze At Each Other's Eyes
And Converse Through Our Thoughts.
Poetic T May 2015
I was different from the others,
Once I lived in a shell,
It was ok most of the time,
Till the thunder
It rumbled, then,
"PHEW"
It seeped in to the shell,
I learnt to hold my breath,
Then I stretched and
Crack,
Creak,
"WOW"
That first steps a big one!!!
I'll take the back door thank you,
As I waddle upon twigs and sticks,
"Mamma"
"Mamma"
"WOW"
What floor is this,

"Little one of feather and beak"
"You are twenty feet up"
"Any lower and we are cat feed"

Gulp as I looked over the edge down below.

"Now you were safe within your little shell"
"This is the wide world"
"Full of wonder but danger as well"

What are these things that hang from me mum,

"They are feather my little one"
"With these you will feel the wind beneath your feet"

Can I fly right now?

"No little one"
"You must learn to walk"
"Before air glides beneath feet"

Mother looked on with proud eyes as her little one
With small claws did try fumbled, fell,
But always got up.
Time passed a day or two, feathers dry
And feet were working too,

"Now little one are you ready to be free"
"To soar upon the winds up their"

"What mama"
 "You want me to do what"

But I don't like heights,
I never go near the edge of the nest,
Like my bro and sister who have already taken flight.

"You must first conquer your fear"
"Let your heart breath free"

"I want to mamma"

"I believe in you son"

So with pride in heart and my mothers
Words in my mind,
I looked at the edge of twigs and leaves
I stepped forward, then back
Then remembered mama's words.

"You must first conquer your fear"
"Let your heart breath free"

And with that moment in mind,
I stepped,
Feathers out proudly as feet met air
And I opened my eyes
I was free.........
I was one with the wind and clouds
I had conquered my fears as mamma said.

"Soar high my little feather"
"You have made a mamma proud"

I heard her voice and tweeted with happiness
The ground was my fear, but the air was my freedom.
We must overcome our fears to fly free
Nikita May 2015
Life is something we all share, Just like oxygen, in the air. The way we live it, is up to us, With a negative or with a plus.

Life is something, we should cherish, We never know, when we'll perish. Live each and every single day, Smell the flowers, stop and play.

Life is something, we've been blessed, Choice is yours, choose your quest. Follow your passions, and you'll be fine, With the right attitude, you will shine.
Nikita May 2015
Night is so much better.
Fresher air ≈
Brighter stars ♦
Tighter hugs ♪

Its the only time I feel truely awake.
Mosaic May 2015
Study sleepy water
Build bricks in your showers
Try to find some balanced ground

Streets crawl like rivers
Buddha is the new potassium
Black is the new fast track

Try to find some Hometown

Tennis Courts are tea tables
              the places we sit and think
      Inside the box

Leave your scars/mistakes/All the pieces of you that are plates
                                       Fragile, easy to break
In the car, locked, just like your keys

Stand on rooftops with umbrellas
             Waiting for Meteorites        
Find some Peace of Mind

Or Open & Close them
  Like S.O.S
And signal for Help

Build houses like Sandcastles
To realize time is eternal
           But you aren't

Keep your childhood like a locket

You aren't a puppet
      Socks are

Find some confidence
      And let sheep be for counting only
Birdy To Be Free May 2015
Air is carefully flowing through my lungs
another poising breath...
It's night for me
every breath hurts
wish they weren't sleeping...
Thomas Maltuin May 2015
I thought I'd post a poem today
though i know not what about

but then i heard the little bird say
tweet tweet gibberish harmony pout

I look around at all the bad poetry
and sigh with such relief

I'm glad that my words of maple tree
are eloquent beyond belief
collaboration poetry with ******-Delic
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