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Nida Mahmoed Apr 2016
I dream there will come a day,
When earth won’t fear from’
Death-dealing,
Because we grasp the sense’
To love our earth.

By: Nida Mahmoed.
Meghan Cook Apr 2016
my seasons have remained full
of crisp falls and humid summers
sprinkling with tears from above
and passion all the way to my toes
but I must advise you
that when the air you breathe becomes numb
and the rain doesn't feel heavy
on your battle worn skin
revisit who you are-
because my darling
you can never become numb to the air you breathe.

I allow myself much more than to privilege numbness to the toxins
yet those are crucial to my growth
for I would not know when you are around without them.

so I must tell you
to never become numb
to the humidity
to the fresh spring
to the too long winters
no matter how toxic or sweet
how old or newborn
never become numb to the air you breathe
for it is who you are.
{if there are any suggestions to improve my poetry, I love to hear it! I want to grow as a poet and a writer in general and I feel like this community would bring so much more love into the process}
Amethyst Fyre Apr 2016
I’m sitting in the hallway with 3 friends,
4 hungry girls waiting for practice to start.

Another friend comes along with a brown paper bag.
In it, he has 2 donuts- 1 sugar coated and 1 frosted over.
The friend quirks a smile.
“Here, fight for them.”
He throws down the bag and turns away.

I’m closest.
Quick hands, I ****** the prize.
In seconds, the pack begins to howl,
1 begs, 1 reasons and 1 prepares to fight
they all move in to take me down i’m the enemy now they’re about to pounce i shout

“Wait!”

My voice echoes down the hall.
They freeze. They blink.

“2 donuts, right? 4 girls? Split 2 with 4 and we all get ½. That's reasonable, right?”

They sit back on their heels.
Slowly, no sudden movements, I reach into the bag.
We share our ½’s with sheepish smiles.

The friend turns back around and sees us all happily munching away.
“Wait, did you split those evenly?”
He says it with such disdain.

Is it so wrong to want the world to work in a way where everyone wins?
True story- Makes me a little worried for humanity, but it also reminds me that there only needs to be one voice of reason to make things better.
Chase Graham Feb 2016
Gassing the esoteric
with toxins
and drugs
while attempting to keep grounded
but this thing in my soul
keeps puncturing nerves
and my brain may not be the same
since I saw you last
and these words seem empty
on an online forum
but I'm trying.
EMPstrike Jul 2014
Sunken to the bottom of the sea,
I find my periscope isn't tall enough to reach,
The surface's light above.
But what I see is is enough,
Increasing in brightness, one increment at a time.

The feeling of fear, under barricaded vision
What once for, those drowning, I would shun,

Their world i have dwelled,
Gasping in hell
Living and sharing their sins.



How HELPLESS one feels!
It is no less real
Than the bliss one would find up above...

And to strike them all down
To save your own cloud
Only teaches them they are denied love.



Pride of the fallen,
The shame is felt
When the blind request aid to see.

Guilt,
Guilt of bothering those who choose
To block, ignore, and cast aside their eyes
for fear of being dragged below,

TO dwell where they dwell, no one else will go.



Its difficult to trick yourself, and truly believe your lies
The world beyond the world we sense and feel, see with eyes

It is a place one cannot tread with memory of old beliefs.
To alter your reality, you must alter what you see.

What you see and hear and touch and smell, you network of PURE belief.
If you only stretch out from the inside, you'll never truly reach.

The universe is an extension of you, an extra sense in it's whole.
Use it, and alter your mind to believe what you have sewn.
EMPstrike Feb 2015
Roses are red,
This, i assume.
Like many things i see in my room.

Laptops are black.
Carpet is brown?
How can i be sure,

Take one look around!

You say, what is blue, is blue. I do too.
But what's blue to you, to me, may be new
Perhaps with my eyes attached to your brain,
You'll, instead, not see "blue", but some color you cant name!

So if roses are red,
And violets are blue,
Then your confident enough.
This was written as a sort of promotion for a poetry contest.
The beginning is an obvious play on "roses are red, violets are blue", creeping into a philosophical curiosity of it's truth.
Randy Ray Price Dec 2015
When you're doing something against the grain of society's flow you're either magnificently aware or pathetically wrong. Good luck finding out which.
Stara Nov 2015
She knocked on my door
I invited her in
She made me belive I could really have it all
She came into my life
Or she was there all along
It's been too long
One of those
Basically a part of me
She sits there
So strong and mighty
Telling me it's for the best
She mimics my intuition
I know in my truth  
She is my poison
Holding me back
I could stay here forever
With her holding my chains
In this state of being
But I know about the rabbit hole
Deep down I crave to explore
But she seduces me with emotion
She disguises herself as logic
Everyday is a new struggle
She cast a shadow over me
I thought I knew who I was
But I've just been her puppet
Her entertainment
The more I fight her off
The louder I hear her laughing
Echoes in her empty shell
She knows I know
She keeps trying to unstretch my mind
Into my reality
I told her it's time to go home
I'm sure she'll come back to visit
I'll know how to treat her this time
Hopefully I can just smile and wave
And tell her to F* off
I know I wasn't her first
And sadly not her last
Oh
Her name
By the way  
I just call her
My Ego
For that time I felt stupid for a second, and happy for a lifetime.
Grace Turner Sep 2015
Your finger tips travel over me as I decide
That being in control
And aware all the time is tiring.
I let your hands and your lips and your teeth
Be the only thing in my world
Other than the cold of the air on my *******.
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