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Sean Achilleos Jun 2018
I’ve been so many people
But I just can’t seem to find one that fits like a glove
I’ve been a people pleaser, a revolutionist
But it has all fallen by the wayside
How do you know who you are
How do you know who you are not
Written by Sean Achilleos 2009©
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Frank Discussion Jun 2018
So, you're dead?

HUH?

What do you mean, "you're dead"?

WHAT?

This is just typical of you.

A man of your age should've known better.
Happy father's day
Bryce Jun 2018
Slumped into the late linen
sniff scent of stiff cigarette
burned into the chair
Hey, she used to be there
per fumigation
embalmed
momentary into the chair

The ceiling is shifting like little snakes
whisky balm in a sweating glass
I haven't touched it, it's watering down
down into water and alco-seltzer
to ease my grumbling soul

Those snakes,
turning and writhing in the ceiling
where is she?
I smell her
forked tongue

You can't smoke inside anymore
not even in the old buildings already full
tar roof, tar boots, tar toys in the evening booth
french fries dipped in milkshake
sprinkled with salt and glucose

mmm good for the muscles
and the throat

she loved doing that kind of stuff,
weirdly enough.

sweat on my fingers
breathing heavy
studying the snakes with the bright eye
of a Darwinian belief

they will die,
I will die,
but not before we fulfill
our seething purpose

they lost their wings?
Is that why the Chinese
and the Greeks
and the Norse
and the Volks
and the Rabbinicals
claimed punishment was befit a creature
so little, yet so dangerous

(Monkey in the tree no snake will eat me)

to be swallowed whole and digested
born to die, fed to be born
ouroboros

slithering her **** tail
into the mouth of heaven
for a second
then shuttled out the door

it is dark as onyx in the night
the stars shine like scales above
searching for the right snake
to emanate
and create
new life
for once
Onyx Jun 2018
We wonder when the Dawn
may finally grace the dark seas of the Night;

an endless abyss within which celestial beings of ethereal stardust align in
constellations
mapping Our lifelines
to places untrodden,
with disjointed souls
and weary, locked hearts.

the world hushes to a lull
in honour to the intricate crosses of Fates high above lands
  adorned by silver brilliance of the moon

I wish I too
could be asleep the thousands that are
unbeknownst of what roads their lives are strung to

I stay awake in angst
wondering if right now
I were brought any closer to You
the You I know naught but as a distant, unclaspable figment in my mind
promised in some past life of mine
the reminiscence of that fated coalescence
living heatedly within as a vague restlessness
Oh I wonder where exactly is Us mapped in the constellation I see above me...
Semicolon Jun 2018
Come, let's
Take a walk down the street
Where the troubled hearts go,
To hush their insecurities;
Stroll along the roads
Where the broken souls go,
To take a breath of life;
Wander around the avenues
Where anxious minds go,
To find solace;
Saunter in the crossroads
Where ripped consciences go,
To heal where they were pricked;
Amble in the places
Where people like us go,
To mend their dreams.
Come, let's take a walk down the
Boulevard of broken dreams,
Shan't we?
I was listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day in the afternoon and got this idea.

©Semicolon
A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank

key teachers approximately
     42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago (most whose names frank
lee listed below),

     when the need to access
and retrieve
     immediate necessary information
     analogously interleaved

     among coaxial bracts
during examinations relegated
     as hopelessly lost
     into interstitial invisible cranial cracks

irretrievably buried
     during examinations, which age
(feels like a million years ago)
     often found me seized and caged
with sudden inability to remember

     any vital answers as gauged
evidenced by nothing writ
ten on paper (even including my name),
     thus loosely similar as aye sit
to compose poetry,
     and/or prose tempted to quit

asper defeated by resignation,
     and sinking sensation in the pit
of my stomach (more so regarding orbit
ting like an unsound garden  

     black hole son around cold (mit
ten necessary) awful days grudgingly
     handing over like a lit
till insignificant being,
     a test paper devoid of academic grit

analogously surrendering
     (while feeling fit
tubby tied, sense internally emit
ting abnegation sans chafing at the bit,

yet no sooner did buzzer indicated test
time over, then (of course),
     an instantaneous pest
that blocked chunk dramatically
     flowered gloriously invoking nest

head treasured mother lode
     of learned information invest
ment accounting for principle ball lanced
     formerly figuratively barricaded facts
     suddenly at my behest

ironically retaining to this day
dogged details amazingly,
     now gracing lix spittle fist size gray
dictating academic failure

     forcing laying down pen hay
for ma forgotten requisite thoughts may
king skepticism about self thrive, ray
zing mailer demons impossible to slay,

when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with exception of sixth)

     freely exercised diabolical chord
churlish ******* animalistic
     zealous yakking, wickedly,
     aye (a basket case) deplored

unprintable (epithets) this then
     (unprincipled urchin) puny pupil felt lord
did over whacked, sans receiving end,
     viz fiendishly gruesome
     hellish instructions mean teacher scored.

Assignments buttressed with ultimatums
harkening back to Jurassic period earlier
in the dawning primate consciousness.

Lesson material kindled justifiable license
in league garnered insignia heft brought pupils
to heal predicated, via warped weft woven
wonderfully wrought writs welcomed whips
with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian
refused respecting reptilian rubric representative
saber rattling, where...

(The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver
of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will
Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do),
which loosely rendered regularly warbled

wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom
granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish
insignia certified one beaming Eve and/or
stud deed brute soffit.

Education often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to or from Aunt Emma to this Jack,
oh napeswho never wrote back
sheesh, alas and alack.

Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning
torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps
of pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound
antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating
sing-song quintessential precepts.

adieu:
math a hew
scott harris a gentile Jew
all ways felt like new
kid on the block isolated

     in his hermetically sealed queue
pay perm ash shay watched per view
whew
at last in conk clew shun to you
from one primate within the human zoo.
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Hello father Poetry
These kids are always insisting
Their words are incendiary
"His father is nonexisting."

Mother speaks your name
She sings your praise
Tells me you're the god of flame
Which has left my heart agaze.

So I come to ask, father
For some proof of our bloodline
I don't want to bother
I just need something, a sign.

"Hello little one, 'tis true
I will grant you validation
One that I can't undo
Let this be proof of our relation."

"O' father how giddy my viens
A cure to this disparage
Can I take the reins?
Let me steer the carriage."

"Not even Zeus can control
This golden chariot drawn by steeds.
Only the dark horizon I can patrol
But one promise that I can't break was agreed.

Take care now and heed this warning.
Take a firm grip and don't let the reins slip
You are the bringer of morning
Sailing the horizon like a cosmic ship."

"Thank you father, this is all I will ask.
This will cauterize those words so forlorn
And bring sunshine for all to bask
Now watch me with this gold I adorn."

So off I went with sunshine in tow
O' how this sunshine was a'glow
Look at the burning horizon how the fire river did flow
The horses bucked, a grip loosed a fate my father did know.

Nothing I could do but dive down
Setting fire to Africa's lush vegetation
Scorching the lands turning green to brown
A lightning bolt struck, for I caused this ruination.

Now I sleep among the wine dark sea
Epitaph that reads:
"Here Phaethon lies who in the sun-god's chariot fared.
And though greatly he failed, more greatly he dared."
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
Why are you careless, determined to fail?
Making choices that will end in a coffin or jail,
Is it because you're destined to lose?
I'm telling you, you get to choose,
Stop pretending your outcome hangs in fates hand,
Like cause and effect is something you do not understand,
Want you to realize you are wrong,
Expel items in your life that do not belong.
I am tired of this stupid act,
You're smarter than this, that's a fact,
It is easier to turn a blind eye and play dumb,
Than admit the dope is making you numb.
So go ahead, waste minutes on a couch,
Attatched to your bloodstained pouch at another filthy trap house.
I'm sure that's where you're at right now.
You whine and complain, put all the blame,
On life like it's got a hit out on your name,
The reason you're in pain, is you doing things the same,
Repeating mistakes, you make your brain insane.

HOOK:
You are one bad day from your collapse,
One angry outburst before your patience snaps,
I can tell you are done, can't take any more,
Will you pick yourself up? Or remain on the floor?

The power is yours, become what you want to,
Life is a voyage, captain is you,
You could leave it behind and run away,
Or hang in place, this cold state where you stay.
You wish for money, too much dope to count,
Instead of willpower to go without,
Losing yourself, you do not care about,
A ******* thing besides not running out.
Even after being sick a million times,
You chase the rush, you're addicted to the life,
You crave more than the temporary high,
Chaos, the constant pursuit to feel okay inside,
Plus it is a steady excuse for your lies,
The old you I knew completely died.

(HOOK)

Maybe someday you will decide
To stop using drugs, live your life right,
It might be too late, and any good left inside,
Has been killed by ******, you're just another homicide.
Michael Mallen Jun 2018
I'm not here to point fingers
or tell you your wrong
I'm here to sit down
and read you this song

Dad I love you
with all of my heart
no force in the world
could tear us apart

you took me right in
under your wing
you opened your heart
and let it'self sing
the first time I saw you
I heard angel bells ring
you came to this world
with a message to bring

you carried the message of peace and love
I know that you were sent from above
because you saved me Dad,
and sheltered me with love
on your shoulder
there's an invisible dove

It symbolizes God
and the strength he gave you
you can't see it now
but God will praise you

What you did
takes more strength
then to carry the world
so I give you my thanks
thank you so much
for taking me in
you touched my soul
and warmed me within

You have the strength of one thousand men
I'll say it now and I'll say it agian

Even though you fell from grace
you looked back up and saw my face
most men would look back down
but you decided to stay around

without you I wouldn't be me
you molded me and set me free

you led me far
away from sin
you've done so much
I can't begin

I see it now
what you are
your not a drunk
just at a bar
yes you drink
sometimes to much
but that's okay
you've done so much

Just Dad please
don't drink and drive
I need you here
I need you alive

Don't do anything
to take you from us
you hold us together
your the one that I trust
I know I can call you
when I've ****** up
and need help
even if I fall through
you'll be there to help

But I don't want a call
or a knock at the door
simply to tell me
your dad is no more

You lost your father
it tore you apart
I don't know how it feels
but I don't want to start
you know how it feels
but I do not
so think to yourself
was it worth one shot?

Just like that
you could be gone
I can't think about it more
it's time to move on

Dad your too smart
to drink and drive
you know it's not worth
just being alive
being able, to run and play
coming home, at the end of the day,
being able just to say-
I love you
may all of the angels
in the world be with you
those thirteen words make me miss you
I'm tearing up as I write this
cause being with you is simply priceless
I can't bear the thought
of living without you
I'd cry myself to sleep
thinking about you

If there's one reason to change your mind
think of your father, and what he defined
think of the day he was taken from you
is that something you want us to go through?

I'm only saying this because I love  you
to keep you safe, and so I can hug you
I need you Dad
everyday
because your the guy
who saves the day
you make sure we're all okay
so we can laugh and dance and play
I'm glad I have the chance to say
I love you Dad, everyday

I  didn't write this, to bring you down
to call you out
or make you frown
I wrote this song to make a sound
that can be heard, all around
to spread the message of peace and love
and to tell you that, you were blessed from above
Dad your an angel
I see that now
when you are in heaven
saints will bow
you did the work of Christ himself
you saw the weak and gave them help
when I heard
your fall from grace
I read your eyes
and saw your face
I could see that you were blind
all your hope was left behind

Even though, that you fell
to the deepest, darkest, depths of hell
I have seen the devil as well
and so I have some-thing to tell
the only reason he'd show his face
is cause you scared him with your grace
that is why he tried so hard
to bring you down and make you scarred
you scared the devil with your might
take off the mask and shine your light
you have the strength to stand and fight
do it Dad, you'll be alright

God is with you, believe it or not
I'm telling you, it's worth a shot
your world is not, what you thought
you are unhappy with what you brought
that's just exactly what he wants
to weaken you, and crowd your thoughts
you are the world that he haunts
you are the place that he taunts
but you can't give him what he wants
instead here is, the correct response

Instead of cowering down in fear,
stand right up, and say "come here"
tell him that you won't adhere
to his evil games, and atmosphere
do it Dad, and persevere
break the chains that kept you here
"if you want a coward,
you won't find him here"
"now go *******, and disappear"
after that you will not fear
cause you beat the devil,
without a beer.

I love you Dad
oh so much
you warm my heart
with your touch
I love you Dad, with all my heart
I won't let you, fall apart
even though, that Satan has
beaten you, and made you sad
I am here to tell you Dad
that I will save you, and make you glad
I will stand beside you, everyday
so we can laugh and dance and play
It warms our hearts, when we say
we love each other, everyday
so even if, your world turns grey
remember Dad, what I say
I will always love you with all my heart
I won't let you, fall apart
you are always my sweetheart
when were close, or far apart
so if you, are feeling down
read this poem, and hear it's sound
I can not, say too much
that I love you, and your touch
never let it slip your mind
that I am here, all the time
I will always love you, for the rest of time
no moment will pass, where my love won't shine
onto you, that's genuine
if you ever, need a sign
of my love, then read these lines
my love for you is infinite
I've seen my soul, it's an instrument
my love for you, is so strong
that it plays a magical song
a song that warms, any heart
even if it's broken, or torn apart
it shocks it with love, and makes it restart
that is the song, that my soul sings
that gives it life, and spreads it's wings
remember Dad, all these things
and hear the song that my soul sings.
This is for my father, who I love deeply
Nick Stiltner Jun 2018
Time has its hands around my neck, strangling me.
A diamond clock around my neck like Flavor Flav,
hanging off me, pulling my head down to the dirt.

The tortuous second, an arduous minute
I grind my teeth at the passing hour.
I squeeze each passing day, holding tightly,
but it always escapes between my fingers,
liquefying and dripping through, evaporating.

Wake and pace,
I wake and begin to pace.
Weaving a trail through the leaves at my feet,
the meadow floor becoming my revolving door
with only one exit, a blinking red sign
flashes, its arrow pointing directly down
imprinting itself in my pupil.

Sing the song of the day!
Whether it be swaying morning Jazz
or a night owls rhythmic hoots,
sing it loud and let it ring,
for you never know the last song you will sing.

Walk in circles, hum the tone,
whatever it takes to get you past that
glaring sun high in the sky at each passing noon.
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