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Storygiver Jun 2017
They said they wanted to take the molars of
Those fleeing danger that they had escaped
By the skin of
Then leave the reward of sanctuary beneath their pillow whilst they slept
As if they weren't having trouble enough already
With where to rest their weary heads

They said the rewards were many
And wanted to make completely certain
They weren’t being too generous
Because giving gifts gives rise to greed
So they decided to take the teeth
And ensure those safety seekers
Knew exactly what being bitten means

And those who sought for something more?
Those bitten by these charitable actions as much by war
Their wounds didn't heal
And they found sores on weary feet
To find they had grown hungry mouths there too
The shoes that ate the distance beneath their step
Yielding bite marks as footprints and yet

They stored safety as a promise
In between records and held up blue plaques aloft
That said "I was not born here on this date
But I belong here" and I've history and a home to make
But for all the shiny pennies that they saved up in a jar
The princess dentists could still feel each
Generous donation, milky beneath their mattress

And each asylum seeker kept them up
And we clean teethed few, who always knew to brush
For three minutes before bed
Lucky by grace of birth, seas and a few miles more
Looked at these dentists questioning
but they shook their head
Warned us of the toothache of their seeming sweetness
So tell us about dental hygiene
how to floss lies from our gums
or else wait for all our teeth to fall out
Have them taken from beneath our pillows
Where  we had gracefully saved them like we were told to
Constructed into fortresses
Utilized the tooth extraction cotton buds
as comforting ear plugs and pulled  the wool over our eyes

Let’s wait until our retirement
Till we realise the Toothfairy wants our bones
Not just our molars
and we pushed away those who only needed
The chance of rest and the chance of somewhere
new and safe to show us how to smile
So brush your teeth tonight
And be thankful
you will never know that those who turn away from you
Will do so, because your breath
Still stinks of all the **** you so readily eat.
This is in response to the immigration crisis and the image of Alan Kurdi, the young Syrian boy who was washed up on the shore in Turkey in 2015 as well as the image of the Conservative party of Britain as these scheming, ****** up terrifying fey creature that we all kind of expect a helping hand from.
Itzel Hdz May 2017
No sé hasta cuando te voy a amar
Pero hasta entonces lo voy a disfrutar
Compartimos mucho tiempo juntos
Contigo volando se iban los minutos
Y aunque ya no estés aquí conmigo
Te pensaré aunque ni seas mi amigo
Viviré por un rato con este cariño
Admirar de lejos tu sonrisa de niño
Como si nunca hubiera pasado nada
Y desde el principio sola yo enamorada
Como si sólo fueras mi crush por siempre desde siempre hasta que el tiempo se lo lleve
Elyssa Night Dec 2016
The cuts and scars are nothing new

They have just gotten deeper

You say this won't happen again  

This time you will put and end to it

But the hatred in your eyes say different

Your words sink deep in my soul

But your punches hit harder

And you enjoy every moment of my hurt

Later you say sorry and you care

"I'm so sorry baby, I won't be like everyone else"

"Will you forgive me if I say sorry"

"I still love you, you mean everything to me"

But that's the saddest of it all

You don't love me

I know I deserve better

A part of me enjoys the pain though

Because the pain

The pain Is the only thing I can
Keep holding on to live anymore
Aditi Jan 2016
I looked at you
For far too long
To be able to distinguish it
From an eternal love
And yet it was so short
I'll keep being reborn
Until you realise
How it is your breaths that hold my life

You shone
For far too long
To get the envious eyes
Of everyone we have ever known
And yet it was too short
My heart wrote you a poem
But I could not get the words out of chest
Soon enough

A silver doe
Showed me a way
Out of the misery I had wove
around myself
Long enough till it was properly gotten rid of
But just when I turned to caress it
I saw its light fade in the sunlight

Your dark eyes
A mystery in their own, intimidated I stood still
Reading into your shadow
And just when I mustered up my courage
To ask your name
You exploded
And that is how stars were born.
Notes (optional)
grim-raven Jan 2016
It takes a lot of courage to lie and be looked at as an evil being even though you are just doing it for the safety of others
Shay Jan 2016
The lily of life, full of humility and devotion - the beautiful kind
that everyone would choose to pick from the fields I think you'll find.
One who defied the definition of a heroic inspiration,
your talent outshone all others; you caused quite the sensation.

You tenaciously grasped onto your stem of life
with the insidious poison of demise within your cells rife,
your colours darkening and fading away,
and yet you remained God's most beautiful creation each and every day.

As your petals fluttered down, by your side was your wife
while you heart-wrenchingly closed the circle of your life.
Now, we all shall miss watching you bloom through the days
and we will remember you, forever and ALWAYS .
Matt Jan 2015
The world is a system of interrelated components
None of which can survive without each other
Just as in the case with bees and flowers

They arise mutually
Mutual arising
Things go together in a connected net

The whole conception of nature
Is a self regulating mechanism
It has a totality
It all goes together
This totality is the Tao

The more you allow things in your surroundings to take place
The more order you will have
I believe we are all innately energy. Energy can never be destroyed, but is subject to constant restructuring it's design while ever leaning towards entropy. How we can inadvertently give a part of ourselves that is then influenced and redesigned even further by the power of someone else's conscious mind, and then eventually spread so far and thin that it's as if we were never there beyond the grave as time passes. Beyond recognition. Take for example the lives we engage ourselves in. Have you ever sat down and said your name, given yourself an assessment of who you are today? Who you feel you are becoming through your actions and desires? Do you remember who you were years ago, or who you thought you might have been but had no possible way of ascertaining? We can't see the future (very far), but our imaginations allow us to dive in to possible futures based on our own self-cognitive intuition, desire, and furthermore by experiences of déjà vu. there are theories suggesting that our minds are so powerful that we send out electromagnetic impulses unconsciously which very well affect the world around us. I've had profound epiphanies like this a few times in my life, and it makes me think about my avoidance to be engaged in the present. And memory is biased towards our desire as well. We can repress our thoughts, blur years of experience, or forget them entirely. With all this said, I would like to end with a George R. R. Martin quote which concludes my belief that we are all inherently and innately forms of all types of energy, because for most, this is true.
"Men live their entire lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come."
This is not a poem, but rather something I wrote after staying up all night which was influenced by the late scholar and philanthropist Alan Watts. His edited lecture "The Real You" which can be found on youtube is something everyone should watch.
Asa D Bruss Oct 2014
Welcome to me too.
Thanks for coming in high-altitude, if you're really into them.
There are new-tutorials, and I'm not going to need one.
Why not do the news? I love plain and simple.
Free-market sloping losses will do this;
because of bipartisan politics.
Luyendyk news is crowded by Audi's and by partisan politics;
I don't like my partisan politics.
Star tutorials are tutorial-soon.
This is a new tutorial for my into being given to the jury
in tutorial.

People present their uh dreams,
and a jury room is like love;
a little atmosphere me in a circle,
meaning we are (he is) related to the moon .

I'm the serving the Newburgh tutorial right now
around this one:
The new green play I'm into.
This one’s just a little on the Brumbies
cuz glass needs it to learn.
I am the circus mom pursuing your doom;
a mistaken rampant around jug-glass John,
inputting the bar’s shiny leading to the bottom-thanked step.
Number one is singing your doom on.

Be an unloaded nerd, like a dump truck dumping dirt into our hearts
while holding the whole lamar,
and perfecting the bar starting with p.
Put on the range
near the whole ecosystem in a in a bubble.
Second thing you gotta do is earn it,
you do this, but we plan to our dirt up to nine innings.
love things American
like me
in the new godliness.

99 dramas trapped under so now I'm a real utah zombie,
and lines,
I'd like to give credit to Alantutorial on youtube. You should check out his channel it's quite the adventure into the human psyche.

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