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Anna Jones Nov 2015
Dancing under digits
Spacing between words
I count them all
Each syllable
Once, twice, I heard them dancing in my mind

Floating, instant reality
Bringing distance
Separating elements
From pen to page
You sing in colour
Yet speak so beige

Words, what do they mean?
Sailing through an infinite horizon
Your thoughts like waves
Shattering a tranquil line

Logical
Emotional
Trying to entwine
Encapsulating a memory
That will never be mine.
Written at the Halton Poetry Writing Group - 12th Nov 2015.
Love is a mindless obsession.
Oblique as point
View here I bear thought
Hard in heart
That glows with blue hue.
Timeless affection
Endless inner dialogue
Leave everything external regressive
Engulfed within self
Once layered within other
Oh Brother
I am Russian Doll
For now
Oh Well.
Regrets are none
I'm alright in this state of confusion.
Oh, Right
In this compelled numb!
Kale Nov 2015
Imagine Just for a moment
The one you love
Is there before you
Waiting patiently for
Your unwavering kisses
Time seems to pause,
Just for an inkling of a second
And you hope and dream
That this is not a figment
Of clouded imagination
That this was a real thing
But then time moves
And you realize
What you saw a lie
The person you wish was there
Disappeared
Everything was a lie
And you realize its time
To stop living in the moment
Of past memories
Katie Perner Nov 2015
black skies
white rain
I'm lost in the shades of gray
-the weather today
10.22.15
k.p.
You know this world is warped
When you have kids singing popular songs about ***
That's all you hear on the radio nowadays
That's what you see devouring us from within
I do not want my daughter growing up in such a plagued state
She will be a woman of change
And my sons will be the beacon of light to carry that trope away
Into a more apposite society
If i even decide to have kids, that is.
But this comes to mind when i think about kids.
Pretty normal, right?
Artists have a right to write about *** in their songs, and *** itself isn't a bad thing, it's quite a gift when done correctly. It's just that it's exposed so distastefully to our young women and men of the generation and it's reproaching at the highest level. Teenagers need to learn how to handle it the right way and kids shouldn't be exposed to such a negative version of it and be influenced by the wrong words. It just feels like *** is more pushed out there then the other things and it's annoying. I totally understand the parents these days being kind of overprotective. I'm becoming one of their younger kind. To reiterate, i have nothing against *** but it's so degraded now that it's seen as terrible. It's something only adults should be doing on paper but if young adults are smart enough about it then that should be fine too. Everyone has a right to their choices, but i believe that America is too sexualized and it needs to be toned down enough where the kids aren't so influenced by it.
Sasha Ranganath Oct 2015
the spawn
of a saint
is often
a sinner.
bergljot Oct 2015
l/h
In us we lust
The stars they ******
Into my eyes
With parted thighs
And warm hands that strangle
Like twitching fingers that tangle
Among sweet lips of death
Each holding their breath
Unaware of the danger
That kissed your neck
But now your body's inept

And your thoughts they collect
Pebbles
And aims them at varying
Levels
The sweat on your frown
Trembles
the castle of hearts
It does fade
The next card on deck
Is a *****

But the laughing man's mouth is a cage
His sentences like homes that fall
Each word is a crumbling wall
Fists clenched in a ball
That roll off the bridge of my face
And send blood through my breathing space

My temper, it burns like fire
My body once filled with desire
Now craves to see your life expire
Mila Berlioz Sep 2015
Does love hurt as much as people say?

I think It does, I hate love
I love love.
It's a huge contrast between hating and loving.

When you love,
You become clingy, annoying.
Your mind is invaded by that person

But it tears you apart whenever something goes wrong.
It tears you apart whenever you don't talk to that person

Let's not even talk about when it ends.
You're hoping it doesn't end
It doesn't always have to end.
But when it does,
It hurts like ******* hell.

But love is a beautiful thing to feel,
At the same time, it's awful,
You depend on that person.
Mila Berlioz Sep 2015
What do you do
When you care,
But at the same time you don't;
What do you do
When you want to show emotions
Feel something
Show you care
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