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F A Pacelli May 2019
goddess
nurturer of all things 
mother of creation 
we are born from the mother 
she nourishes with her breast 
bestows love and creative mystery 
oh simple mortal man, 
a competitive brute 
he is nothing without a goddess 
the gods spoil us with the feminine
the beautiful women of this earth 
man is lost without them
Ash May 2019
Dreams swelter into far off lands
Crushed or frozen
Alive or broken
Dreams liquify upon these brazen hands
Almost missing grasp caught by their last strand
Aaron August May 2019
Expression of the mind
Written on the page,
Painted on the canvas,
Molded with the clay.
Thoughts into reality.
Images to life.
Projected by the brush.
Inscribed in actuality.
The artist is a maker
Creator and inventor.
Dita May 2019
Intrinsically introverted,
   inherently coping with the pressure to understand- distraught or in
       thought?
Multiple factors racing
  call them thoughts,
    become one, but which one?
One will grow symphonies to hurry sunshine under moonlight,
   the other grow vivid distortions of a reality visible only to dreams
Buy low, sell high
   observe potential and sign off on its rights
Sound choices bounded by the stigma placed on creativity,
   choose the other- create the destructive blossoming of blue flowers
        deviant and bold
Fallacies are the true illusions,
   keep on with the mind you feed
Little Bit Mar 2019
Let's carve
beautiful arbors
Then set them
ablaze
And watch them
burn to the ground

Let's build
intricate machines
Then break them
apart
And count all
their little pieces

Let's write
clever rhymes
Then erase them
away
And stare at
the blank page

Let's paint
mystic scenes
Then water them
awash
And then feel
the wet blur
Little Bit Mar 2017
They said my lines were weak
So I learned not to speak
     I decided not to speak

Now the lines are stuck in my mind
Driving me insane
Stay in your lane

I'm a girl who loves to dance
Yet too afraid to give it a chance
Utterly bored with myself
Wishing to purely connect

Aching for
the courage
the tools
the words
To get out of this rut

All my ideas swirl into gray lines
That fill my mind
And fuel the emptiness
That keeps me from feeling alive
Left only with a penchant for pleasing

I just laugh it off
Then cry dry tears at night
Where did I go?
Can you see me?
I'm lost in the monotony
Can you save me?
Can I save me?
written 1/23/17
Poetic T May 2019
Can you guess my second line...
………………………………………..




Even though you worded it with out
            seeing it, you missed the fundamentals

that you were not meant to change
                                          what wasn't there.


Creativity of a singular sentence,
      we may want to change others
                          verbal wording.

But this was there moment. and if you'd wanted
             to spell it out differently.

                   I wouldn't have had to write this explanation out.
hannah Mar 2019
Well let me just say, I am not that big of a fan when it comes to myself
But there are some things I wouldn’t to put on a shelf

I love my hazel eyes that like to switch colors and sparkle when the sun beams
Compared to some other teens

I love my long eyelashes that I magicly have
But I don’t like how they don’t curve

My face wasn’t clear
But now it only does that a few time through the year

I may be really shy at first
But trust me I will definitely burst

Music is something that always keeps me calm
Because its the bomb

I love being creative with some things
I’m not that good to paint Colorado Springs though

I love my hobbies
But I don’t like coffee

I love how I keep an eye on something that really sticks out to me
Because hoepfully someday mine it will be

I will always love my summer tan
But sadly not as tan as one of my sisters Morgan
hannah Jan 2018
I sat there
waiting for you to get home
you came in and grabbed the beer
I ran upstairs and locked my door
you broke the promise
"I will never drink again"
I hear you drop the dumb can
tears start running down my face
I scrambled around my room
something that could hold the door closed
"a chair!That's it!"
I grabbed it and say it in front of the door
I looked at the window
"Open up"
I smashed the window opened
and tried letting go
I tried to take the step back
but then I stepped forward
I opened my eyes
and there you were by my side
I looked at the window
still attached
not broken
just a dumb dream
you then opened your eyes
I smiled and said
"hold me"
I then realized you I can never let go
you are my home
<3
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