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Colm Nov 2017
The great woods are
But a memory to me
Of a time when my words clung to the branches of trees
Before the fall
Great indeed for their inherent value
For their intrinsic worth
Were such words and such times to me
I need to walk that path again.
A H J Oct 2017
Monochrome days.
Windows covered with white haze.
Infinite black rays.
Bathed in a mind full of daze.

Walk breathe live.
Again even if I no longer be relieved.
Endless intangible cursive.
Nothing more I no longer forgive.

A ghost, beneath all that dust.
Everything is now crusts.
Everything is a must.
Until I no longer frust.

It's looping May.
Still I'm a living weigh.
Things are now ashtray.
Colors are all still gray.

Monochrome days.
Oh, monochrome days.
Looping me continue to live.
As if I'm the final Eve.
Boring stardust.
Now it's all just rust.
Looping gray days.
Oh, looping monochrome days.
aren't you tired of living the same days over and over again?
Skylar Keith Oct 2017
Alarms ring in my head
When I see you act
I know it's fake so don't bother

I can see through you
We are playing each other
It's a game
That Iv'e come to enjoy

It's my favorite when you break character
I can see your thoughts and emotions
You think I don't
Those moments are getting more and more
Have you gotten bored?

No joy anymore when you see my break down in tears
That's not weakness
It's all a game remember
You think I don't know how much I lean on you in those times
I do

No effort
Half-assed
Boring

That's what you've made this into
Such a shame
I was having loads of fun

I guess that I didn't see
You didn't
Shame
chloe fleming Oct 2017
I can't remember the last time I looked into the mirror,
And didn't see the vague shell that I am today.
Because today, my body bleeds passion for the uninspired
My skin, shrink wrapped over hollow tree branches
That extend to the beachy shallows of my body
That not even I can see anymore
I am a withering tree who's leaves cannot grow
And roots are dry
I am the stiff wind in January that will burn your cheeks,
I am the only thing that keeps two people apart.
Yet, I will shout from corridors and mountain peaks alike,
I am fine
Apoorva Oct 2017
When sun sets down
And the darkness of night
Swallows the earth
We do the same thing
Again and again
Totally unaware, unhinged
Resting and pretending.
We dance to the beats
Without  music and words
In a steady pattern
Nothing to fear?
Lost in Paradise
But not aware of it.
.
So,
Choose the day
And then choose your way
Don't be shy or pretentious
One day, you shall be glorious
If you choose to fight
Then do it every night
And remember, life is pain
So, don't let it go in vain
Be free
Be free
"As long as you can be"
That ugly woman you dislike.
You think she ain't pretty.
But she is a teacher, you know.
And as any teacher, she is someone's queen.
To that someone she's beautiful.
But you don't care. She's just an ugly stranger.

And this ****** guy, no self control on board.
You say he's beyond dumb.
But somewhere in a college he gets high scores.
Somewhere in a house he feels emotions deep and true.
But how'd you ever know?
He s just a ****** on a train.

Oh yeah, the leading lady you applaud.
She lives with no hardships, it appears to you.
But she is sometimes crying hard.
The girl she adores doesn't care about her.
And now the leading lady cares not 'bout fame.
Whatever, she's a happy star to you.

Finally, the boy who's lost in the streets.
You always call him a loser, lost cause.
But he is somebody's reason to fight.
He is a youngster's greatest man.
He lives to help and helps to live.
But give ,oh please, no ****.  He is a loser in the streets

But you, a normal, boring, balanced human.
I see no interest in copies.
But you're a hurricane that dance under water.
But your the rebel seeking holes in walls.
And obedience is just a shameful mask you wear.
But i am clueless. You're just too boring, calm as sand.
That's just how it is in my shoes. No offense, almost
Lady Ace Aug 2017
She'll be fine, they say
You're gonna be fine
But what if fine, is simply not mine
To be? Or not, if you catch my drift
I can't see
A way in which fine is appealing
To me, fine is barely even a feeling
It's a void
A hole in which emptiness grows
And the absence of happiness blatantly shows
Even anger and spite are missed in this place
There is nothing but vast open wide empty space in this fine
As they call it
Which I shan't be at all!
I don't want just 'alright' or 'ok' at ALL
I want to be GREAT and FANTASTIC you see?
Or tragically sad would be just fine for me, as I'm
Not one to settle for anything other than
Excellent, terrible, magic, insane
Anything else is too horribly plain
For my brain as it is
In this now present day
So fine and its friends can all go away
Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
It seems to me
most poetry
is nothing but
a clever title.
Most poems lack
that special knack
that readers
find so vital.

Recycling words
we all have heard
makes for a
dull affair,
so pay your dues
to the muse
and write
something rare.
LeBobbe Jul 2017
Normal isn't normal.
According to my daily journal.
For each unique day is abnormal
For being anomalously usual.

Boring isn't boring
It will get you thinking,
To get you to do something exciting,
and exciting is nowhere near boring.

Normal is boring.
For each usual day got me nothing.
Only to get me thinking till evening,
Then I write on my journal a short shift of something.

Boring is normal.
For everything can be sequential.
Meaning any complexcity can be simple.
But it might not be understood by any mortal.

Therefore, Normal is boring,
And Boring is normal.
But Boring isn't boring.
And Normal isn't normal.

In other words, Normal and Boring are enticing,
By Normal being abnormal,
and Boring being exciting.
I will now write this on my daily journal.
A friend and I had a conversation and discussing about Normality and what it means to be bored.
This is the product of that.
Sister of Curly... Kudos to you!
Saint Audrey Jul 2017
Born right, if this incongruous line is to be believed
****, from everything I've seen, why won't you let me be?
From the way they make it sound, I think i'll just pass up that pension

With this luck I'm not sure why I don't pass tests just guessing

If its multiple choice at least
(and it always is)
You can tell I'm more than fed up with the lack of agency
Developing around our common enemies
Festering, on the bloated *** of this so called society
Becoming a myiasis

And I'll never hear the end of it
From the kids to ugly to earn the extra credit
And from the back half of my grey matter
Turning numb from mindless chatter

But

Society will silently suffer
Burdened down with crowns churning from an endless gutter
Plastic trash meshing poorly, piling into a funeral pyre
Ever burning and choking out the fat-*** cooperate liars

No wonder gas mask production is up
As I'm getting ready to upchuck my lunch
Sorry for getting stuck, or regressive
But batter up, ****, get ready for restoration

Claiming good as bad
With every passing fad
Distracting all my would be comrades
Zombify the undergrads

I don't have time for mindless upheaval
And replacement
Yeah
Smells like teen spirit. Lol
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