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Salmabanu Hatim Feb 2019
Like you I too was a colour,
A colour nobody liked,
A colour nobody wanted.
I sat alone at my desk,
I sat alone in the school canteen,
I had my break alone,
I walked home alone.
But,I had faith and hope,
One day somebody would come along,
Need someone like me,
An unwanted colour,
To complete her/his beautiful painting.
My hope became a reality,
A new boy came to school,
He was smart, cool and rich,
Girls swooned over him,
But,he chose me over others.
MJL Feb 2019
Joy ride spotted
Keep cool
Don’t run
Concentrate
Here we go...
Riding
Beaming
Ear to ear
Five and flying
Total joy
Up or down
Every time
Every f-ing time
Thank you Charles Seeberger


© 2019 MJL
Hunger Feb 2019
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Remem­ber when we ran away,
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Remember when saying I love u was all I could say,
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Remember when we would run into each other's passionate caress,
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Now we are in this ugly mess,
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But with all these good times in our mind,
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It allows us to hide behind,
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Foot long smiles,
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That we can wear for miles,
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Thank you for the good days,
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That keep me going when things go the wrong ways.
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Still makes me smile when I look back
Colm Feb 2019
Does a paintbrush try and press itself? Or a fisherman cast to feel his own strength?

No.

Likewise, does a moon know when its been idealized by the idealistic pen? Again and again.

Not likely.

Can you see through the colors of your own eyes? Or hear the kissing secrets of the wind on its lovers lips?

No, thankfully not.

And in choosing can you pull thought from mind? With an ease which sets you free to be taller than trees and freer than snow.

Sadly it is with me, when I say no.
How much fun it was to watch this one twist and turn. Yup.
Elena Feb 2019
although i left, i think my cup is still half full and not half empty
half full because you complete me
full because i’ll see you again
not empty because i’m glad i got to experience you
although i miss your full naked body on mine and the empty plastic cups on your bedside rack
i visited my gf of 3 years for the first time january 3rd to the 17th. coming back to reality was really hard but it inspired me to write a few poems might share the rest
Colm Feb 2019
For old times sake
Old minds sake
Rewind and scratch the sidewalk
With a wingtip gliding by fake
With old kitten lips pressed to the reed
And the quiet patter of kickdrum feet
Would you play it one more time for me?
With the chattering of Ivory teeth nearby
Would you let the Cool Jazz river run deep?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUr5yk_FAnE
Anthony Mayfield Jan 2019
You want to go where the cool kids go
You covet that old time rock and roll
Make a difference
Build a city
Run right to the top
And get rich-filthy
But if you think you represent high society
Allow for me to serve you some reality
When you think you'll finally have resting time
Hang it all, you'll be stuck with five ex-wives

You crave to go where celebrities go
Something us poor kids will never know
You want to make a difference
Change history
Something new of yourself
A new kid to be
But if you think success will raise you up early
Life will move right through you, thick as it can be
If you think you can make it home on time
Find your light
And shut it down.
You'll be alright
You'll be alright
Breon Jan 2019
puzzle me this, mr. jigsaw:
when did you cut me down?
why did i step on your block?
if i did, why would i bow my head
and trade my peace to you
to be another piece of you?

i know the rest: i was born dead
and life is what you poured for me
a glass of bitter shackles and a path
of brittle bravery

i walk your walk, i talk your talk,
i wear your shirt across too much gut
and not enough guts

i bob my head to your tune,
my heart beats to your beats,
my addiction is your beast,
the monkey on my back called
fitting in
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