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CommonStory Jan 2019
I know we've lost emotions
We've reached a higher level of interaction but  it takes more than time to
show our emotion in emoticon
Like laughter is just a click away
72 different reactions all a smile face while we blindly display these and somehow still feel out of place

We arr more than signs
Emojis and emoticons
A higher of communication
And somehow it still gets lost in translation

This

Is

Just

A

Miss

Under

Standing

But im sitting dowb typing out how i feel without a doubt

I

Feel so

Lowkey

And empty

I must send

****'s and emojis

So shorty

Can know me

For

Me
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 1/25/2019
A Simillacrum Jan 2019
Navigate sewers
swinging dagger,
poor, poor poo rats.
Clout is the end
all be all means.
This is the beginning.

Tavern town, invite me in.
Odd jobs for experience.
Not long after, gold pieces.
Make my way, eternal ring.

Navigate mansions
slinging war spells,
poor, poor private (army).
Clout is the end
all be all means.
This is the rise.

Tell me, now, I'm slipping into
myself like I always do.
I see the needle point.
How many times will it run us
through?

Tired, now, of the games you play.
I need a heart to communicate.
Tired, now, of the games you play.
I need a heart to trust.
Matt Shepp Dec 2018
You showed me your drawings,
And to me they said
a thousand words.

I, on the other hand,
showed you my songs,
And they painted a picture for you.

It's funny how we show each other what we mean.
Even if we use different mediums,
Our message is the same:

I love you.
I always will.
I always have.
I've fallen in love with my best friend, and we're enjoying it. I love learning about her so much and connecting with her.
Jordan Ray Feb 2018
Don't you dare give me the cold shoulder, because I've told you, I don't like it when you hold it all in.
Information's my key, so don't keep it from me, cause honestly, I want to know what's in your head.
And are you aching, constantly breaking, faking, and I don't know what I'm supposed to believe.
The truth is in your eyes, I don't want to see you cry, simply lies to cover up your privacy.

But baby don't you wish that we....

Could talk.
George Krokos Oct 2017
The heart is the medium by which we communicate with love
and if it also becomes pure the Divine descends from above.
________
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Seema Sep 2017
The speech of the great saints
From the mythical era unknown
Strangely echos in my brain
To my ears it seems known

The sound of their chants vibrate
Tickling my soul within its realm
My spirit tries to reciprocate
But my heart rejects its claim

The chakras in my body tends to communicate
Of why I hear such humming voice
The gates to my soul opens and awaits
Yet my heart is puzzled to make a choice

I'll just let it be, till the voices become clearer
It's soothing, the way the humming hymns flow
Echos from far and past swings nearer
My brain and soul consumes it slow...


©sim
Graff1980 Feb 2017
When you talk remember that it is me
And I am listening
Do not guard hearts or hide words
Do not harbor false hope or fake rage
Do not be consumed by the illusions
Lost to the confusions
Be honest, I need your truths
I feed on your inspiration
The human race a light at waste
You glow so bright
But dim that light
To fade against imagined slights
You are a sparkle in a sea that glitters
Shining brighter than the moon
Blazing hotter than the sun at noon
Remember when you speak
I have questions, I am curious
I want to know you
You know I love you
You were born to be cherished
Live and will perish
So of course I love you
I wear your scars and bare your burdens
I’ll heal the your heart if you are hurting
Just speak say something, anything
Eyes averted, love denied, love shamed
Silence hurts more than violence
Losing truths to a social shell game
For we cannot see each other
If we do not speak to one another
Speak to me and I will listen
Listen and we will learn together
Learn and we will grow together
Grow and there is no limit to where we can go
Kash Dec 2016
Your eyes are a hazel terrain
A land foreign like mars
With valleys and peaks
Of yellows, browns and greens
And hints of frozen oceans

Your eyes are the geography
Of somewhere hidden and forgotten
A place I am supposed to navigate
But love, I'm so bad with directions

So give me more time
I plead
You know I have a handicap
And I will keep on trying
To orient the map
Aaron LaLux Oct 2016
Universal Language of Love

Poets are supposed to be,
the moral scribes of our current Times,
writing words that are lyrical lessons,
expressed in stanzas and rhymes,

so I suppose if poets are supposed to be,
then occasionally we are Martyrs as well,
but I will gladly be crucified for our collective sins,
if it means our daughters don’t have to live in a Hell,

well then,
if that’s the case so be it,
here we go another Prose,
I didn’t write the rules I just call it like I see it,

we could all be a little more kind,
we could all be a little more fair,
we could all help heal this world,
all we have to do is actually care,

see it’s not enough to just talk with compassion,
we have to manifest that compassion passionately into action,
only then will we be the change we want to see,
and actually manifest what we really want to see happen,

let’s start with calling a truce,
universally,
we’ve all endured enough abuse,
truthfully,

let’s stop dropping bombs,
let’s stop shooting guns,
let’s stop following false leaders,
let’s show some Light of Hope to the Young,

let’s release all non violent offenders,
from the rusty bowels of the for profit prison system,
let’s let them return to their respective families,
for surely they are all loved and have loved ones that miss them,

let’s remember,
we all have Mothers and Fathers,
recognize that that Man is someone’s Son,
and that Woman is someone’s Daughter,

have some respect for God’s sake,

have some love for the Loveless,
and I know it sounds way too cliche,
but let’s finally give Peace a chance,
and let’s give all of our love away,

let’s give love a way,

it’s okay,

honestly,
anyone can shoot an enemy,
but to embrace someone totally different,
now that takes real strength,

come on,
it feel good to feel good when you help someone feel good,
violence is over and done with we are the Ones with the funds Kid,
we can create the picture perfect frame no games and #nofilter,

the Rhythm is a dancer,
and Love is a healer,
music can communicate,
nature can be a great teacher,

breathe you’re,
alive,
this is your life,
anything wrong we can make right,

You choose what You do not the News,
the News is the Blues and You’re the Rainbow after a Rainstorm,
You are as Beautiful as You want to be,
don’t judge someone on their physical body ask Tom Ford,

“As humans we do respond to certain things,
on some sort of very deep level,
we find symmetry of the face more pleasing than not,
at least in general.
But overall we are are so completely conditioned,
to think certain things are beautiful and others are not,
I cast some people who I did not necessarily originally think of as beautiful,
in the latest film that I am working on.
And through filming them,
watching them and editing them,
I now find them beautiful,
and actually quite movingly eloquent.
Which got me wondering,
why did I originally not think of them as beautiful?
If you can divorce yourself,
from what contemporary culture has told us is beautiful,
you can find beauty in places you wouldn’t expect.”,

Tom said it best,
instead of needing emotional anesthetic,
to add to your personal aesthetics,
that’s right I wrote it and Tom Ford said it,

with the exception of a few of my edits,
see we all act in this Movie so we all deserve some credit,
which leads me to this inquiry,
what do you want your tombstone to read when God roles the credits?

This is all real,
no special effects,
this is your life,
live and direct,

so what are you going to choose to do,
sit down shut up and quietly wait for your light to burn out,
or stand up,
let loose and choose to speak out!

This is it,
it’s your life you have to choose not me,
you’re your own leader living your life,
I just write it because I’m the writer and this is the poetry,

because poets are here to spark the thoughts,
that invoke the change that comes from commentary that’s controversial,
because we might all speak in different tongues,
but we all know that Love is the only language that’s truly universal…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
I Still Love You...
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