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ell Dec 2014
when the leaves are turning red,
time is rife with parting words
as we say goodbye instead

of hello to fleeting birds,
and the schooners out at sea.
time is rife with parting words.

hidden in the poetry,
of the gypsy butterflies
and the schooners out at sea.

then return with stronger ties,
to the pattern in the wings
of the gypsy butterflies.

an imagination sings,
bland acoustics of an ode
to the pattern in the wings.

branches creaking secret codes
when the leaves are...
I usually hate rhyme and I probably over edited this for fear of judgement but here is my first post :) Feedback welcome
PrttyBrd Nov 2014
Born under the guise
Of endless possibilities
Raised to believe the old adage
2b or not 2b
Wherein the outcome of life
Is limited only by the edge of infinity

Truth is, there is only binary code
Open or closed
Black or white
Do or do not
One or zero

To be or not to be
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Skai Sep 2014
I am told that I should love my body,
and I should not be ashamed.
BUT the white, conservative men tell me otherwise, making me feel nothing but shame.

When did it become okay for a male's education to be more important than a woman's rights?

When did it become okay to sexualize a woman just because her shirt does not cover her rear end?

This is apparent in the things my teachers have told me.
"Your shirt must be fingertip length when wearing yoga pants," she said.
"Why?"
"Because the males that sit in the class might be too destracted to listen to my lecture."

We are treated like *** toys.
Us girls are used for nothing more than a mans pleasure, so they imply.

This is MY body, and no one else's.
I may do what I please,
and no one should have a problem with it.

I refuse to be sexualized and treated like we are living in the 1920s.
But I must conform and live in fear of my consequences.

**** culture is real,
and school's are promoting it.
Inside a dungeon my heart lies quietly
Not beating for anybody
Still waiting for the magic kiss
To make it flutter alive again
But
The first time a man held it
Dropped it and let it break
Since then I couldn't repair it
But I believe if you
Hold my hand tight
Pull me close to you
Give me your strength
Together we could do anything
I believe in you
I believe you can make me believe in us
Reassemble the pieces of my broken heart
Do not let it code of the floor
My heart was a stone
But it's beating again
I thought I would never feel it drum
But…

… Boom
Boom…
…Boom


…Found that extraordinary guy
I simply hope he won't be a lie
Please open my locked heart
Please save my stone heart
Spencer Dennison Aug 2014
For me
it will always be,
simply,
**prose before hoes
JoBe Arenas Jul 2014
From the day we met
To today I was dreaming of you
I knew it was love
And nothing would stop me
Even if I had to give up "the game"

You showed me
I could be a better man
The kind that gains respect
Not through bro code
But the knight's code

There are days
I wish I could save a damsel
But it seems clear
You are meant to save me
Every time I'm with you

I want to tell you
So many things
But when you're around
I end up silently admiring your grace
I'm sure I love you...

I wish you only knew
Sort of a reply poem I guess
shekhar suman May 2014
the distant, dull, the dreamy star,

of all the orbs in the sky so far,

plight it had–of the strangest kind,

reaping the foils of its curious mind

alone it was amidst the crowd,

gales of time whilst thundering loud,

youth was to come, its youth is to fade,

abashed of its shine, its fancy charade…



yet incomplete :(
shekhar suman.
this poem has something hidden in itself. try reading the lines a bit more carefully.
Criss Jami May 2014
I read it all the way through
My cybernetic code is a mine set to implode until my heart bursts through to you and
Although I know I learn in reverse in
My mind with words never heard it's
Best to let it go boom
Like I have no clue what else to do for you, so it's zoom
Or whatever, but bet it's even much better than an anti-bloom so

Click-clack, I'll be back
Yeah back to the past and right on track be-
Cause "off" is not for you and me
But when given an opportunity amidst all the scrutiny
I found it shocking to see nada blocking the tune of our unity
Now automatically, baby it's nothing and that is why I'll truly be

A liquid metal
The one on another level
The one that'll never settle 'til our love isn't under pressure and
And with a punch to my chest it reforms for another us
But better
So let us re-wire me in dire need of
Of love's red letter ink from
The depths of my Red Sea

Oh and that's neither a low glow nor a slow growth
But a high blow
Reaping what we sow
Only absorbing their bow and arrow

So here I go
Now look at me and see how it shows as I grow
My deoxyribose flows like a Rambo on 'roids
Talking and toking a Tolkien prose a
Token story that goes to the hearts of those closed I adore
Because I call for you by your door al-
Though you always make it my shore so
Know that I'll be clothed naked like before
Restored down to the core
Words from my world girl and now
We'll encore the reform, it's

This liquid metal
The one on another level
The one that'll never settle 'til our love isn't under pressure and
And with a punch to my chest it reforms the rest for another us
But better
So let us re-wire me logically like chess pieces it's
Whatever sits in peace in love's red letter ink from
The depths of my Red Sea
The depths of the Red Sea
The deep Red Sea
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