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Amanda Francis Jan 2017
Im so busy seeing your side that i forgot where mine is!
AMcQ Jan 2017
The draping curtain draws back
revealing a dimly lit set.
The cast scuffle backstage
in their daily quarrel.
I wish their din would cease.
The lights awaken,
Silhouettes of exasperated
hands come into view.

"A Comedy, it must be".
"Satire, surely, is what she needs".
"No, no, another Tragedy".
"Lets sing and dance; fill her with glee".

"Can we not do this again",
comes the voice of Reason.

Meanwhile, the protagonist;
She waits 'till the eleventh hour
to know of the script.

*It's all an act, at the end of the day!
Bailey Tunnell Dec 2016
lost in a world of cries and commotions
disregarding dreams and fantasies
the sun and moon in constant battle
yet, what do they do
to the one who loves both?
the wildflower may bloom
in the light
but, it vitalizes
in the dark
the battle continues
this prolonged war
creating a schism
between all that is not the same
realism becomes rules
imagination is insanity
there is no longer any harmony
minds become drowned
as peace disappears
and, tranquility no longer exists
Lauren R Sep 2016
I'm learning how limited forever is in the space between two hearts.

You, I feel my heart swell when I hear your name. You're like my one night stand with happiness. You make me forget how completely cold it is. You remind me what beauty is and what hope feels like, soft and tangible, floating through the air like ribbon. You show me what it means to be alive, survive, swallow difficulty whole. I can feel your palms against my soul.

You, the illegitimate child of sadness and cigarette ashes, the tasteless poison that falls beneath my teeth. I can feel my heart sinking into the soft soil of you, planting itself in the wasteland where the bones of tiny things rest uneasy.  

Please, just let me sleep in peace for once.
samantha page Sep 2016
the deed is done
the war's lost and won
all is now fine
in this little land of mine
Ryan Jul 2016
Late night thinking imposed on my mind
confused left bare, completely undefined.
Deep terrors of the mind latching on to me,
fiery feet, fighting to be free, but I'm blind
as I try to see.
The devils persona posses my soul,
I paint my plan as I try to gain control.
A peaceful pilgrimage through hell itself,
the layed out path cursed with false wealth.
Condemned to walk alone down the path
of madness, In hope at the end I can leave
this sadness.
not myself lately... trying to pull myself out, but things seem to punch me back down the hole as I just start to climb out...conflicted and confused.I need to be better than this but so tired.
Torias Apr 2016
Deleted,
Deleted what I feel,
I know what I should do,
But what fate will that seal?

4/24/16
Colten Sorrells Apr 2016
Why am I still
trying to find a way
in
when she's searching
for a way
out
?

because she's the one
I can't live
**without
SassyJ Apr 2016
Booming Rhetorics  (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)
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==Booming Rhetorics ==
by
Checkered Darks
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Human nature itself is a smash of contractual responsibility. A splash of rights afloat as we sink in our psychological rooted moral panics. All I see is a cascading titanic of ventures our mislaid adventures one after another. The criss cross of chains, we bonded in tax measures, reserve treasures...... It's not my leisure I beg you don't make your pleasure.

I sink in pressure, resolving Karl Mark ideology of conflicted power. Is it our born nature or nurture to live in a world of social polarisation. A pole to pole, a tug of war. Each owning and holding a rope.Is it our task to cage in boxes, fencing notions of inequalities within our society. Is it our right this notion Bourgeoisie and Proletariat.

Help me out as as I wade in the swampy lowland. Treading through and through, head afloat, the submerging walk me to the shores..... Help me find my way through this dark tunnel. Help me see the light, let the sun ray penetrate my blight.

In our dichotomy of democracy we have made it right. A rolling ball of ........
1. Stock them high sell them cheap is the order of the day.
2. Social warehousing of merging demand and supply chain.
3. A disintegration of socialist entrepreneurship.
4. Re-distribution of Export Production Zones in marginalised countries.
5. A surge of capitalism on this patch we call the universe.
6.Conortions of monopoly colluding sustainability.

I pass this ball to you. As the industrial revolution fades and debates of "STEEL" revolves.

My Speech is a mere consideration, our contradiction. The contractual complications that we have grounded and granted ourselves as humanity. My voice is an exchange, my gift, a cloud of thoughts, an arousing hope our haunting costs.
Venny Mar 2016
She was so lost and unsure, so broken, unpure.

Homeless bones in her body, a starving and aching soul

Her eyes so hollow from so much pride and pain forced to swallow

And a smile that just never fit, like an unhappy church wife quietly sitting at the dinner table, regretting everything

Her soul constantly searching through oceans, woods, and mountains

Looking for something, anything to find herself within. A butterfly caught in a jar, a wolf stuck in a cage. So utterly broken in so many ways.

Her spirit crushed but never truly destroyed, her crown bent but never broken. As she continued her search for her home, she knew she'd fine some way. Some peace, some of herself.

All alone.
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