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Atypnoc Mar 2016
Either way it is wasting.
Claim your right
  to keep copy from pasting,
thereby laden these words beneath stone
where they lie as they rot, still unknown

Or to say
  what to speak is sweet tasting,
each frame recite
              liberties; terms replaced-
                                           -til the thing
doesn't resonate whatsoever, like it had, let alone
retain echoes of intention from initial undertone.

Incubation of thought from at best a guess of hue...
Distraught by more; eventually confessed
and we implore
what is repressed must we explore,
attest the vast extent this mess was misconstrued.

              Til to not adore much, lest
we curse what bless us as we grew.
Thoughts on copyright from discussions with Picojoule.
jamie Mar 2016
i wonder if one day
we both wake up
and everything will be okay

our problems will vanish
we’re both happy

whether we’re together
or not
that won’t matter

i’m not looking to go after you
i’m letting you run free
go chase your dreams

i’ll stand back
and watch you
and smile

because i’ll know that
you’re happy
which makes me content

i don’t need to have you
as someone more than
friends to be happy

because friendship
is the best ship
i could have
Eva Louise Mar 2016
I pull the heavy mug of green tea
to my flaking lips
the thick steam settles in my nose
and warms my winter-whipped face
but fog my half moon glasses
I wipe away the condensation
and fold myself onto the chair
clutching to my chest
my cracked-spine book
with soft pages and greying ink  
I embrace it like a lover -
far enough away to drink in the meaning
but close enough so I soak up
every last word
light shines through my window
I allow my eyes to drift closed and feel the spring sun
softly kiss hello on my cheeks
after a weeks of cloud cover
I sink deeper into a faded red armchair
dozing off to gentle sleep
a ghost of a smile hanging off my lips
prompt writing for class. blH
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
Too many seek out all,

Wanting more than they have got,

Happiness is not volume,

It's being content with your lot
jayebird Feb 2016
My love is for the snow-white dove, singing for my springtime
She serenades Serendipity with seductive, soulful chirps
My heart plucks it's strings to accompany such a sonnet as hers;
She stands humbly on my rosey scented hand.

I turn my head to know her sweet gaze again
What a sight for sore and wide eyes alike,

She promises me life in abundance
With no reprimands or expectations as long as
Color still bursts from the newborn blue above me,
The land of my belongings will remain lush and fruitful for as long as
Eternity floods each passing moment with light

There is shade underneath the tree where she sleeps,
So I will sit, hugging all the comfort from these limbs until
Time brews a storm to shift me from my seat

Oh, my love is for the keeper of my peace.
part one of My Love; a new compilation i'm working on.
Nicole Bataclan Feb 2016
For glory

I am writing
For glory

I am lighting
This cigarette
For I deserve it
I am having
This cigarette
Because I am
No longer addicted

I am writing
For glory, my own
For once
I am stoked

I am hardest
On myself
My greatest critic
Is always editing

A sweet moment
To be content
Enjoy, my friend,

Glory is also
Being able to praise oneself.
Austin Heath Feb 2016
She has cigarettes
in place of **** to be said.
She does not say much.

I don’t think I have
people happy to see me
and all these “artists”

are impressionists,
somehow living alone has
become a statement.

I consume myself,
and am neither satisfied
or disappointed.
Jennifer Jan 2016
I should be working right now but I'm not,
a pupil beaming on the inside from her rebellion
all in the name of poetry.
Quite sad really...

But I like writing poetry regardless to work,
it's one thing that I can admit comes naturally.
Well I can admit it to myself but to others no way,
I'd like to seem complacent not arrogant.

So mid my rebellion I'll write with a smile,
not because I'm always happy,
I'll smile because today I'm content.
No really I'm writing this in one of my lessons and feeling like writing something a little positive for myself
Sarah Kline Jan 2016
thanks for teaching me what life is really about
how to care, and how to actually truly love
thanks for teaching me to be careful, because not everyone you meet you can trust
and not all those you trust will trust you too
thanks for teaching me that there is way better things to do than cry over you
& for teaching me I deserve better,
showing me not everyone will care
by your actions I learned that, and that love isn't always fair.
thanks for teaching me to stop worrying for others and to focus on me
thank you for telling me that I would be happy
I'd find someone new and forget you
i will always remember you, but not the way I thought I would
thanks for putting at my lowest, because now I know how to get out and up to my highest
and for teaching me that people that ***** you over aren't worth getting to your lowest for
that's why I'm never getting to my lowest in life for anyone like you ever again.
thanks for showing me what it's like not to be loved
Kitty Jose Jan 2016
Amongst the crowd, I see her captivating the attention of many,
At first I am amused by her zeal, I see her dance away to her heart,
Beauty to her tune, she lends light to myriad candles on the way.
She continues to flutter, but to no one does she belong to,
I beam at her tenderness with a will to blend in, to engulf her charisma.

Hearts of many she steals, leaving a question to the source of her radiance,
Enchanted in her lilt I ask, to which she unburdens an aching core.
Dazed I seek, how can you spark wonder when you are the owner of a bleeding past?
I carry her response day and night, for what she said was one’s desire.

If not for the pain, then how does one feel another’s withered wings?
The power of healing, I now realize, is the taste to dance without chains.
She departs leaving a print in mind’s eye with a final glow she says,

Nurture the inside burn, for that is the key to your bliss,
Bestow ecstasy to the neighbouring, get drunk in your freedom.
Waltz away to life’s symphony, Breathe Free.
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