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Paul Jones Jan 2018
know
                  someth    g
                               in   side
                        out

          think                 side

                                                    out

  ­        the                     box
Know something inside out. Think outside the box.
ashley lingy Jan 2018
I keep mementos of the past in a box
I have enough of the those
Now I have a box for the present
A place to keep your charming smile
A place to keep your mellifluous voice
A place to keep your electric words
I need a box for the future
A place to hold each other
A place to keep our families
A place to keep our friends
A place to keep our bad days
A place to support each other
If all goes according to plan
I will need an enormous box
Our path is daunting
But filling this box of the future
With you
Is a relentless dream I keep in my box of the present
Leeann Jan 2018
my words are stuck
in a box
my thoughts, my ideas, squared up
neatly into rectangles and angular shapes
trapped and docile
i
want
to
break
out

of this box

let
me
out

let my ideas flow and my mind run wild
let them gallop and scream and cry and laugh
so my thoughts will never stop

break me free from the monotony
of these cardboard wings
these steel appendages
these binding safety bars

let me OUT of this box

please
writer's block really *****
once written
is enough
give me
details
said
she
am
i
poetry
she questions me

bell rung
am
i
in
an
consolation

prize
of
rock

here
am
i

your stone
stone glaciers
your branded
stars
here
am
i
your
every scar

i
am
your
stranded
stars
keeping you
from being
who you
are

grinders edges
cut your throat
star
do
i
dripping off notes

one me man
one me man
one me man
one more
time
her
lip
gloss
not mine

kiss me kiss me
kiss me we wrote
letters
in
the
bottle
i love you

from an shark
to
an
stroke

repairing me's
beyond
broke


song oh song
song oh song
song oh song sung to me
naked we dance
in
our
dreams
enigmatic
such mystery
fingertips spun
on golden locks
reminds time
true love
in
an
cyber
bottled box
?



...
..
.
bottle ing
boxes
...
Peter Balkus Jan 2018
It wouldn't be bad
to not remember anything,
starting each day from the scratch,
believing that life has no end,
making a new choice every day
deciding whether to bite the apple or not.
It wouldn't be bad
entering the unknown  tomorrow
with hope and love in heart,
without black boxes of the past
where everything is written down
from A to Z,
from dust to Dust.
nanda Dec 2017
i can hear the fireworks
             far away
i can hear the laughter and music
             of those who don’t want me there
i can hear the frowns and whispers
             of those who judge me

darkness engulfs me
              i am inside a box
for walls
which i wish to leave
and break apart

i am wanting to go
have fun
swipe the worried frowns
of their faceless crowns

but i am not being able
to br e   a    k
this box
a p a r t
how the holidays have got me
TheRiverStyx Dec 2017
Thicker beard.
Consistent and stringent hygiene habits.
Less swearing, more silence.
Politically informed.

More attentive while driving.
Relocated out of that seaside town where people only feuded.
Avoids familiar faces, except for those that have been held close.
At least the beach is still pristine.

Some miles away, a man believes he deserves everything there ever was.
Indefinite lay-offs for current federal employees.
All military members on leave called back to base.

A box is somewhere.
It has food for one day,
Two passports,
And a pistol.
It sits idly by the door.
Kawa Dec 2017
How do we ever feel free,
When we live inside boxes that are inside other boxes, my thoughts are inside of a box, my heart beats inside of a box, my soul exist within, yes inside of this ****** box, I am manipulated by a box in the corner of a room, constantly telling me what to believe is real, I am in "touch" with the world through a box in my hand, my home, my apartmant is a box, and as we were born inside of a box, "the womb", well so shall we be buried inside of a box.
Alien On Earth Nov 2017
honestly sometimes i get this weird feeling in my soul that lets me know I shouldn’t b on social networks…it is the weirdest feeling and i can’t even explain it… i mean i even get the same feeling when im looking thru my phone..like i don’t belong there. i think my soul is just trying to say. leave the technology alone…your soul doesn’t want that
3 years ago
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