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Kathleen M Mar 2018
The man behind the curtain returns to the unseen after an extended factory tour.
No guests linger.
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
Growing up
we become closer to the person we are not.
How shallow the facade of maturity is.
How fragile the moments when we feel a human,
how quickly they are lost.
How we grapple at the loose ends of what’s left behind.
How we ask ourselves questions
and write about person in the mirror.
How everything we want
is already in past
and everything in future
is just a compromise.
ClawedBeauty101 Feb 2019
I took a few steps back, walking away from them all
I thought I'd be on my own as I walked to the dining hall
But then behind me, I heard loud foot steps in the snow
It was then I knew, I wasn't going to be walking alone...
Thanks for the Company <3

This happened at Skyview, in the year 2018. It took me an ENTIRE YEAR to post it because I was so scared to show it XD. Plus I wanted to be careful so.... YAY FINALLY HAD THE HEART TO POST IT!!!!!!
Silverflame Jan 2018
front line; left behind
a steady battle cry crawls
into the death drum
Miriam Whisenant Jan 2018
Grandeur. Elegance. Vanity.
He strutted through streets reveling
in his glory and majesty.

Hail,
he was lauded.
“Cassius,”
his name whispered through crowds.
What an honor it was
to cross paths with he.

The luster of pursuit.
Yet his eyes were
caught up in another
behind his Lady’s back.

Streets cleared before him.
Tails of jewels,
perfumes, and roses following
closely behind him,
on bent servants’ backs.

Riches
he held. Fame
he knew. Beauty
he owned. Power
he supposed greater even than the king’s.
Cassius had everything.

Even the greatest cannot
pay the poor enough to die in his stead.
A thoughtless mother
to name her son the name that
meant nothing.
But surely,  his legacy would
live on in the world.
Certainly
it could not go on without him.

Surrounded by the throng,
his money filling their purses.
Empty, now, were their hearts.
His soul spiraling,
leaving his earthly world.
Cassius, with his honor and prestige,
was gone away
forever.

The bustling crowds remained.
The stars shone on.
Children's games continued.
The sun pressed on in its descent.
And the world forgot his name.
i barely get ma palm pilot sized
   dear derriere i.e. gluteus maximus in the air
just a cat whisker across the DeMilitarized Zone
  (DMZ in military parlance),

   when the Earth shuddered from blare
ring fusillade expressed detonation
   issued by Kim Jung Un,
   whose craven dark excitement clear

motive predicated
   to lob Holiday nuclear missiles,
   and South Koreans (no matter
   mostly innocent victims), whelp hay dear

for siding, identifying, fraternizing, colluding,
   et cetera with the enemy (in general,
   the NATO bound countries) 'ere
really quiet, as preparation (H) gets made

   to bring out the big guns
   (actually shaped like a fleshy
   posterior man bun) in truth one
   dead reckoning sphincter muscle

   that doth flair
impossible to espy, cuz sieve
   all the flak whistling induce sing a glare,
but...the Hermit Kingdom got another

   bad a$$ bombardier deathly, stealthily quiet,
   hence released **** Jed
  eye ordnance impossible to hear
yet this silent deadly *** sass sin hated

   hard as a ribbed rock stainless steel
   guaranteed to wreak havoc, with loathing
   and other emotions hints sin sere
which top secret (never bottomed out

   during test practice trials,
   whereat Johnny spot on)
   proved to vaporize underwear
and caused a "big stink"
   that lasted about one year.

what information divulged
   ye moost promise never to share
else...any turn coats
   can not muster posterior haste,

   yet will need to seek out specialty
   of proctologist who doth rear
lee **** seed unfortunate victim
   blind sided immune to any prayer

so...upon confiding this tidbit,
   I strongly advise tubby not near
as you might already correctly guess,
   when while mooning Pyongyang

well taut smart cheeks,
   with blasting buttocks akin to
   young Frankenstein blazing saddles
as sole oozing gaseous
   flatulence majority

   of North Koreans will not here
amidst din and clangor "bad medicine"
   propelled ****** bowel
   movement game changer

   will hit designated target precisely clear
t'will invite "freedom fighters"
   tubby regaling with a jubilant aire
total mortal Kombat levels threat of "Fat Boy",

whose po' country mutilated,
   reduced, wasted to ashes after
   every nuclear and
   traditional military contrivance,
  an IC a BM (mine) did destroy.
Mister J Jan 2018
Cherish the small sweet moments
Savour the nourishing morning kisses
Remember every beautiful memory
'Cause when everything ends it's a twisted tragedy

You'll be left in bed thinking like crazy
Asking why she went out that door
Never to be seen and touched again
Bringing with her a big chunk of your brokenness

When it all ends, what would you do?
Will you rise up and try to move on?
Or would you mope bitterly until you lose all reason?
3am thoughts.

-J
Tyler Grace Jan 2018
if they told me to leave you at heaven's gate

i'd decide it wasn't worth the wait

for you are my reason for living

and i heard god was forgiving

perhaps he'd let it slide

if he knew how much i cried

when you were no longer around

you and i, hand in hand, we are hell bound
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