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Ju Lia Dec 2016
I was born amidst the city,

I am one with busy highways and graffiti carelessly scrawled across overpasses

I am alive at night,

Lights shine against bare skin;

I’m small against my backdrop

I’m one drop of water amongst a stream of people


I have lived in the country,

Where nobody could be found for miles

Where I was expected to rely on myself and grow into myself

I nurtured myself,

I killed myself,

I wavered and withered with the seasons

But I flourished


I will die by the sea,

Waves may crash against me,

But I will remain upright.

Salt water will heal my wounds

I shall return to nature

I will be washed away; yet eternal
Erin Suurkoivu Nov 2016
ordinary life halts
when there’s a power outage
(especially in the country)

no shower no bath no TV no
Internet no fridge no stove no
oven no flushing no music
no reading (no lights) no dishes

no distractions - just silence
the in and out of breath
A bottle beneath her cab in a pick-up truck
or the fifth caught here behind the wheel
If pride wouldn't don a cat about this vision wholly refined again
and like a goat with a kid tied this climb atop the land
and she found with her chickens in this ford or a pig there
to book the dance with them all backstage
and now her life was still full of assuage even so she sings
the finer things in life here with that ***** in his belt.
Sam Nov 2016
I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow...

Feet on the dash, windows down.
Waving a hand through the soft light
breeze.

And each road leads you where you wanna go...

Driving down the endless dirt roads,
feeling a feeling like no other.

And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose...

Nobody for miles, No worries in sight.
Feeling Happy, Being Free.

I hope you choose the one that means the most to you...

Tall grass entends over the horizon.
The sun sets, revealing southern beauty.

And if one door opens to another door closed...

Sounds whirling high to the sky,
Hearts pouring out music from the soul

I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window...

Listening to the instrument from God,
pouring out from the beauty within.

If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile...

Laughter echoing between songs,
showing pride in their true colors.

But more than anything, more than anything...

Open Field, Open Mind,
Open Hearts.

My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to...

Truck in park, Headlights on.
Twirling in the light under the night sky.

Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small...

Sparks fly as lightening bugs buzz by,
Illuminating the moment.

You never need to carry more than you can hold...

Dancing is the language of the soul,
spoken through steps and rhythm.

And while you're out there getting where you're getting to...

Words are not needed for times like this,
It has a speechless effect.

I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too...

Falling alseep under the shimmering stars,
With warmth from the angels.

**Yeah, this, is my wish.
My Wish- Rascal Flatts
Sam Nov 2016
The smell of sweet honey wisps over.
Golden hue of the autumn evenings filter over the moment.

'Cause you took these two left feet...

Music plays in the trees,
being carried by the warm soft breeze.

And waltzed away with my heart...

Sounds of happiness fall over,
Spinning in the tall chestnut grass.

No, I don't dance, but here I am...

Smiles form, never receding.
Pure joy fills the hearts of many.

Spinning you round and round in circles...

Laughter melts the pain away,
as the warmth of the sun falls behind the barn.

It ain't my style, but I don't care...

Shadows dance in the evening light,
like the twinkling reflection of the stars in her eyes.

I'd do anything with you anywhere...

The country moonlight illuminates the dirt road,
continuing endlessly, like the love stretched between two.

Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl...

Trucks glide under the southern sky,
Kicking up dust through the fields.

'Cause I don't dance...

Laying under the dazzling ***** of fire,
Hand in hand, Heart to Heart.

*No, I don't dance.
Inspired by my Grandma's favorite song

sort of a tribute to her being as awesome as she is <3
Sethnicity Nov 2016
It had to be a yes
It coulda been a sure
There ain't no way to know why don't you go and ask the *****

I'll blame it on the Drinks
no matter what you thinks
**** it up to having fun outside of roller rinks.

Blame it on my Dad
add up all he had
Never had the time talk but yo he wasn't Bad.
But Don't blame it on the ra rah rah raw ape Culture!

Blame it on the hips
the rubbing and the dips
**** a rubber neways it woulda ****** ripped
I asked that ***** twice
don't I sound nice
Check my stats wow Now you know she wanna slice

Hey Hey it wasn't me, It's spaghetti strapped tees
skirt above the knees
my eyes are steady sayin please

I can't control my blink
they way you dress in pink
I'm the best to women no matter what they ****** think
But Don't blame it on the Rap ra ra raw ape Culture!

I saw you from a far
you walked up to the bar
It must have been a sign from god so now your in my car

Of course you are a tease
there's no way that I could leave
A damsel in distress in need of what I gotta see

No one believes that I
could
ever be apart
of
something had to make me
act that way
(YOU)
ain't me
It Won't happen again
boo
believe me cause
I need too
hold on to my status
as the baddest
of the good dudes

So I'll Blame it on the Dress
Girl I won't confess
Blame it on my Name
that got you feeling all that shame
or you can Blame it on the Ra Rah rah Raw ape  Culture.
Blame it on the Ra rah Rah raw ape **** Culture.

Blame it on the Drinks
forgetting what you think
Blame it on the Money
cause we all could use some Honey,
Blame it on the Ra Rah rah Raw Ape **** Culture
Blame it on the ra Rah ha ha ha Raw  ape Culture!

Soon You'll be a wake
have time to contemplate
No matter what you do
they'll favor me before you

Say whats on your mind
Sell your rhyme to Time
Manufacture a movement
hashtag a catchy tag line

I objectify ya body cause I'm picking up the tab
calling you a goddess but I'll never call a cab  
Tell'n me ya problems my shoulder is your tissue
would it make it better If I just got with you
the scratches on ya body are old bf issues
Even Judge and Jury will straight up diss you

So you can Blame it on my Dad
The one I never had
Blame on the rain
*** you faking just for fame
You can
Blame it on the Ra ra rah Raw ape **** Culture
Blame it on the Ra ha ha ha ha **** Culture.

I'm saying what you want
You didn't look that drunk
I make you feel good bout your body
Call me Trump
My hands are all up on you
but you didn't run so I got you
and
I'll blame it on the Stress
the money and success
I'll blame it on the way you looked
standing by my desk
So Blame it on the Ra Rah Rah Raw ape **** Culture
Blame it on the Ra ha Rah Ha ha Haha **** Culture....
That moment when all the party and ******* songs loose their flavor.

Blame it on the **** Culture!
I'm not done w/ this piece yet.
kailasha Oct 2016
I've heard people who are away from each other say-
"at least we're under the same sky"

but we're not,
because it doesn't rain here the way it does back home,
the sun isn't warm enough to tingle my bones.
the sky here bends to meet buildings and towers,
not the hills and mountains and their wonder

So I say-
*"but we're not. the sky here is different."
college life isn't as fun as i thought it'd be.
Aarushi Vijay Sep 2016
As diverse as life.
India is a country,
Where life itself
Is filled with life.
Neville Johnson Sep 2016
It's one after another
Big business on parade
Groveling before Congress about all the loot they made
Millions upon millions on the backs of you and me
Hurting all of us, not just metaphorically

Then there is Congress, passing laws for the rich
And the mighty corporations, how I wish
We had in real life, Jimmy Stewart's Mr. Smith

At least Elizabeth Warren is out there kicking ***
And thank God, we've still got a free press
Exposing the dishonesty, e.g. arbitration is very bad
And old Bernie sure raised a ruckus, it's not over yet

Still, I have hope, I love the USA
So full of character and characters
What did that candidate say?
Vote your conscience (and your intellect) come Election Day
We the people will finally get to play
Oh yeah, and for real, God bless each of you today.
JGuberman Sep 2016
One

Everything I have I've acquired
from someplace else, like a museum
in a country of little or no history
which displays the works of great masters
as if they were native sons.
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