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SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
~~~<^>~~~

cupped carefully
In our palm
is a tiny
light

we caress it gently
tenderly
then hold it to
our
*****

there it seeps
into our
pores
lungs
heart

flows into our
bloodstream
to feed our
flesh

exhaled
it is
brilliant
magnificent
terrible


it reflects every
race
color
creed
idea
annihilation
abnegation
angst
joy
so­rrow
pain


everything that can be
conceptualized
by
the mind of
MAN

we have named it

POETRY

soulsurvivor
(C) 6/7/2015
I am dedicating this poem

special thanks to my
poetfriends
SG Holter
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Steven Langhorst
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and Zoe

You are ALL SPECIAL!

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Ray Zimmerman

Thanks to you all
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THANKS!

~~~<^>~~~
neonatrocity Jun 2015
I stared out the window
and looked out to the sea
to see that my wave of nostalgia
had been waved back to me

I swallowed the ocean's cruel reciprocation
like I swallowed my tears
both were salty and bitter,
reminiscent of all the nights where I had drowned in my fears

My sinking ship, are you still out there,
and are you coming home today?
and if you return from your world of blue,
will you leave after you get what you need, or will you come listen to all the things I have to say?

My love: the world is lonely, and the sky is crying
not even the flowers bloom in full content
the smiling sun is all we have left to mask the pain behind suburban gates, but it fails to assuage my only complaint:
when you stood on the shore and said that I was your anchor, you never told me just what you meant

Where did you go,
and do you even still care?
oh, my sinking ship, no matter how far you stray,
look to the waves and the sunset for me, for my heart is bound to meet you there*

-n.a.
Patricia Barrett Jun 2015
She doesn't sleep
Let alone eat
She's starved
She's living hour by hour with a cup of coffee in her hand
Tired and deprived of 'liesure time'
You won't hear from her
She's not dead
But it's practically the same

Why is she doing this?
You know the girl that people made fun of?
You know the girl who's dad broke her heart before any boy could?
You know that girl .
She wants to prove everyone wrong
She wants more
Never satisfied
She wants it all
She wants to be happy.
So she does it for her self

She studies all night long
She studies until 6 a.m before the exam ,
Grabs the biggest cup of coffee
Then goes to the one place she hates
All because she wants to be happy.


At the end of the day,
We hurt ourselves,
because we want to be happy .
This is the girl who's already shaddered so nothing else can break her. She takes advantage of it and does whatever she has to do no matter the cost of ugly looks and remarks, because she clearly doesn't care.
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
~~~<¤>~~~

the willow tree
great grace is found
in drooping branch
slight soughing sound
by a liquid crystal stream
where your tendrel'd
boughs are seen

breath stills til
in the breeze you're heard
your sigh and softly singing word
lifted up as on soft cloud
it is as though you
weep aloud

gently does your poetry
open eyes to those who see
and with each story
you have told
there's further grace
unto our souls



soulsurvivor
(c) 6/7/2015
dedicated to
weeping willow


~~~<¤>~~~
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her zestiness
Rouses and stimulates me

As she always knows the right things to say...
This ones for you and you'll know who you are.
Not you like ive written about before, but you who I wish to address right now...

You have suffered and you have fought,
Yet your determination is so well-wrought.
If these are the times in which you hurt most,
Then life is a demon and you are its host.

Don't let this world around you depict who you are,
You can make it out, the end isnt far.
There is strength in you where others saw none,
Fight these battles knowing you've already won.

If that tree is to fall, there are those that would hear,
If you fell in that crowd, I amongst others would tend to your care.
I am but a stranger to you, as you are to me,
It takes the aid of another to help the "blind man" see.

To you Nicole, yes this is for you
You shan't deny that my rhymes here are true.
No longer shall you, be held together by glue,
But wake up tomorrow to skies full of blue.
~ For Nicole ~
In my country, in the native tongue of 'Te Reo Maori" we have a saying
"Kia Kaha" and I say it to you now. Translated it means simply "forever strong" and you, are, forever strong
oh my stars May 2015
You are not a teacher.
You are a:
wisdom-imparter
confidence-booster,
esteem-increaser,
fun-creator,
book-reader,
­essay-writer,
dedication-inspirer,
love-definer,
joy-inducer,
ent­husiasm-evoker,
wonder-explorer,
beauty-demonstrator,
knowledge-s­harer,
thrill-designer,
truth-teller,
excitement-architect,
stude­nt-encourager,
A friend.
You are not a teacher.
I don't think people realise how much of an impact a teacher can have on the life of a self-conscious, self-loathing teenager with excruciatingly low self-esteem. This poem is dedicated to my wonderful GCSE English teacher who has helped me immensely over the last two years. I wouldn't be me without her. Thanks Miss :)
Randy Johnson May 2015
She was my mom and I loved her with all of my heart and soul.
When she died, it was so devastating that I nearly lost control.
She always had my back, when somebody messed with me, they messed with her.
She was a very special and wonderful lady and I'm certain that you'll concur.
When she died, it sure did take its toll.
I loved her with all of my heart and soul.
Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away at the age of 64 on March 6, 2013.
~ Today
I did hear you ~
Say distinctly

           I love      you . . .
                                      with the cutest
                                                      wordplay
 ­                                                        wavesvibe  
                                                        whooshed­  
                                                     Inbetween
                                          The B y k e
Wheels spinnin' franticaly           .  .  .       Make me wanna love ya !
We know { you and i } what would happen if we were . . . stuck on a lonely island shipwrecked . . . just the two of us . . .
Pete Badertscher May 2015
It has been 2:28:52  since I've seen you.  
I want to feel you crawl into bed,
Cold feet inches away from mine.
Your body cupped along mine, ******* hard and wanting.
It has been 19:5:12:5:28:15 since we said I do.  
I want you to send me naughty pics at work.
Tell me of your desires.
I never tire of seeing your body.
I never tire of hearing your thoughts.  
You still make my **** stand out in dress pants
so I have to hide behind my desk.
It has been 22:4:24:15:45:10 since I saw you walking home and
told Nathan what a great *** you had.  
He set the rest up.  
I fell in love during Wayne's World.
We have worn away years, nerves and pool tables together.  
We have laughed at each other and at each others expense.
Cried and been the reason each has cried.
Experimented and remained safe.
We have lived by each others side through much.  
I can not think of a better testimony for our love.
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