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Meg Howell Feb 2017
Love and practicality
A ladder leading into a tumbling dryer
Dangerous and blurred

Flowers with roots to hidden caves,
Caves known as the "heart and soul,”
Which we keep hidden

A tightripe balanced over the sea,
Inescapable and thrilling
STLR Oct 2016
Blurred and twisted my world is shifted it's not the same

I'm off my flip, I feel cold like a coffins frame

my spaces change..and so do the faces names

All is engraved..still the same.. are features that have haunted ever since I was a minor...

What does he speak of is it really that minor?

I indoor spit quick metaphors heavy-ore then a cave of iron ore..pre-historically historical am a tech-dinosaur..

am kind of a connoisseur...I think of often more...and mostly for specifics..open doors to find the leak of crickets.

speak of what we eat I call it cheese and bisects...you must be getting jumpy I can hear the ribbit's

Mash up little snippets simple digits...words and phrases I'm a chemist chemically inclined, Mentally declined.

I think she needs space so I say read between the lines. Squeeze a lemon from a lie call it sit-trust..to double check please elect a witness.

Now get shocked like a hit stick...flipped with my mines thoughts that are clouds which pass then precipitate...rain drops fall down to participate in the puddle...

Instant is a rebuttal...quicker then space vacuums..or a blast from a space shuttle...hmm it's all subtle..suddenly coming by as if it were to apply to my simple human vibe.

Who is you...who am I? That is thee outstanding surprise, I speak to leap with a pride that wouldn't normally subside in my daily life...rarely I speak I just leak what I have inside.

If this catches your interest great..if not...well better luck next time...here take a glove..try to catch my next line_________
Dark Delusion Aug 2016
Will I ever be the same?
Why would I even ask...
You’re the one to blame.
Will you ever take off your mask?

So I can look directly in your eyes…
To find your hidden word.
Seeing through all the lies.
My vision's getting blurred.

I’ll ask another question.
Will you ever be the same?
No answer, only an emotionless expression.
I shouldn't have accepted your game.

It’s time to tell me.
The word none have ever heard.
Please, let your emotions free.
Now, not deferred.

Meeting your eyes.
You’re telling me i’m too stressed.
I just wanted to hear it, instead of lies.
I think I’m just…
Obsessed.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Falling faster than I knew I could
Dreaming of the things that should
Now in a living nightmare
Of things that really scare
Never put my heart on the line
But I did now look at the sign
It's tied around my neck
And I'm feeling like a speak
I could never be so cruel
How could this to me you do
I'm a kind hearted soul
That now doesn't know wich way to go
Death seems the most restful place
This world I just can't seem to face
I lay here in my bed
Replaying all the loving things you said
Only to ended it all so abrupt
Not even giving me a chance to speak up
All I want is a why, some closer
So I can move on, I'm feeling like Oscar, I just want it over
Thrown into a trash can
I really thought you was a true man
How was I so blind
Why in the end was you so unkind
I would never hurt anyone
But I guess in this world this is the way it's done
So I don't want to be in this world
Everything is so blurred
So please can someone tell me what to do
Because this I just can't seem to get through
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I'm with Jack and his brother Jim
We got together on a whim
I think I've spent to much time with them

My vision is getting blurred
I'm having problems being heard
My speech is slurred

They tasted so very good
I'd drink more of them if I could
But I don't think I should

Because walking has become a chore
The door I did expore
That's how I ended up on floor
Cup Noodles Jan 2016
I loved this pen;
For it was my first pen.
Made a simple mistake,
But I couldn't erase.

I had a second pen.
I loved this pen too.
But half way through;
It broke in two.

I had another pen.
Perfect that pen was.
I had given it away;
For I can never use that pen.

Then she asked,
If I would ever get
another pen...

I said.
Gabrielle Casey Sep 2015
You know when you put on glasses
and realize that you've been looking at the world
with slightly blurred edges?
Thats how I feel when I look at the stars,
like the world around me is blurred,
But the stars, oh the stars
are clear, and vast, and beautiful.
They make me realize
how dull my world is,
and how awfully boring
I must be to the rest of the universe.
AM Jun 2015
The hanging lights
he decorated
in my room
blurred
my sight
Sarah Michelle May 2015
Sometimes your face is
a little blurred, but then you
have a little fun
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