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Daisy Richardson Nov 2014
There is construction going on on the street adjacent to mine
they are drilling holes to make room for the pipe line
and every time they do, the ground shakes
and every time they do, it overwhelms me with heart ache

Because humans are fixing something that was never broken
Earth was beautiful and now it feels unspoken
in the way that the tall trees
turned into an hq for a company
rivers that got stopped with dams
but humans dont seem to give a ****

We are destroying something that was once so beautiful
and now it’s beauty has gone empty
because something that was once wonderful
was torn down so we could have a shopping spree

To us, the damage being done has become irrelevant
destroying forests and mountains
and we don’t even seem to be hesitant

The number in our bank account has become more important
than the quality of our air
and the only thing we can count
is how close we are to being a millionaire

We should be counting the days we have left
before we become bereft
of living on our one true home
and leave Earth all alone
with the damage we have done.
Sorry guys, there’s no rerun
of this episode we call human evolution
and oh how I wish there was a simple solution
to limit this endless pollution
that we have caused because this is a right in our constitution

Where are the earths rights?
Is it really that hard to be polite
to something that works for us all day and night?
if only we were as bright
as the flash from our phone light
when we’re taking pictures to remember the memories
because there’s no remedy
for humans

We are a poison that does not have a cure
and all that our poor Earth can do
is try to stay strong while we make the blueprint for our next venue
First Poem... Like ever
lX0st Oct 2014
Your lips fell to mine
Like a building barreling down
Destroying what was left
Of my good judgement
And replacing it with a massive hole
That only you could fill.
And the walls continued to crumble..
svdgrl Sep 2014
If you must know
why I kicked your stupid
"MEN WORKING AHEAD" sign
into the street,
This WOMAN WALKING BEHIND
is not for you to comment on.
Kate Lion Jan 2013
Because he was the robin, see
I built him a birdhouse made of the fingernails I chipped from every time I was forced to button up my own flannel shirt
It was quite silly and awkward-looking
So it didn't bother me when he didn't want to live there
It would take a lot of fake smiles and wooden blinds to tolerate a habitation such as the one I constructed for him
So it didn't bother me when he didn't want to live there

When he told me he was making a nest I took a paring knife from the kitchen drawer
When he told me he was making a nest I gave him 10 inches of weave to (through) the twigs
When he told me there were lots of split ends and varied shades
I wasn't too hurt because it was true

And I knew he would use twisty ties from bread bags instead
Which were much more practical than 10 inches of lover's hair
I just couldn't understand why he didn't give it back

He misplaced it, he said
How can you misplace something I had (longed) for him
Kyle Kulseth Sep 2014
Late night. Footsteps.
Crane necks and girders.
Fog lifts. The wind cries.
Steel bones in moonlight

                        I'm out
                      so late now
and it's Sunday night and Summer's ending
                         soon.
I'm aging
                                          with questions
fermenting in my mouth
ignored for years

Fenced off. Unfinished
project shelved and waiting
                     for next Spring.

Cool night eclipsing
years spent indexing,
answers mislaid and
blueprints unrolling

Components rusting,
crane necks and girders.
Steel bones in moonlight.
Tight lipped and staring.

                             Fall comes
                             construction
halts now and the walls stand half
                            complete
And outside
                                     the chain link
shrugging off the cold and
still wondering when

Step through unfinished
building. Get home. Shelved
                      until next Spring.
Sobriquet Jul 2014
Why do you still occupy
the nooks and crannies of my head?
Drifting up through the cracks in the plaster
bent nails and poor construction
hammered hastily into place

How do you fill
my vacant minutes with shadows of you?
Your outline walks beside me on the street, wound up in my headphones
the echo of your daydream touch
a humming static on my skin

How still do you fall asleep beside me
when I am wrapped in the disquiet of a restless night?
How do you ease yourself into my brain like its nothing
and hide among synapses that try so hard to lose you

And how still to lose you?
When the thought of you occupies the wasted time
that escapes order and control
and slips under the floorboards

And in that quiet and that dark
is where you and I occupy,
held together by the wandering nature of thoughts,
that find their way into the nooks and crannies of my head

The thought of you is indifferent to my hasty plaster work,
and
the thought of you is intoxicating.
SG Holter Apr 2014
Having ripped my way through
Concrete older than my father
With jackhammer and
Shovel
I rest. As thirsty as sweaty and *****
As dirt.
Across the street
The ladies at the hair salon
Whistle and wave giggling girishly.
Clouds of menthol.
**** sexists.
I put my shirt back on.
It's not even lunch and I'm
Less than a Diet Coke ad
Without the coke.

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