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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
There are people who can sing

and

There are people who sing

There are people who can rap

and

There are people who rap

There are people who can dance

and

there are people who dance

There are people who can write

and

there are people who write


The difference is that with ones who 'can' are
usually the ones you bob your head
to as well as acknowledge.

But with the ones who just do what they do?
There are the ones who touch your soul.
Everyone is different, of course. I do listen to people who can sing, but I usually listen to the ones who do what they do. They are the ones who have that power to touch your very soul with what they do. Those people who do what they do have an aura of pure light...
Appreciate them.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
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
Karisa Brown Jul 2018
Lost
Not loved
Bruised
Not enough

Perspective

Okay
getting better
Things look up
A little lighter
forestfaith Jun 2018
i know.
i know you have a crack on your face.
i know you have been hurt.
people probably said it was just part of life,
a phase.
but really, you knew better.
i knew better.
i could see beyond that mask of yours.
that mask of yours that's painted white.
with a smile. how polite.
i could see the dark spaces on your face.
how many secrets did you keep in there?
those secrets they are killing you in the inside.
eating your life away.
slowly, you fade away.
a facade masking your despair.
no one seems to care.
i know.
i do.
and many others too.
bello.
i guess we have to raise the awareness of depression and many other things that are just horrible and its killing people in the inside that is leading then to express it on the outside.
DancingEnt Jun 2018
You say you love me
But I still just feel empty
So what do I do?
Laurin Thor Jun 2018
The dreadful is not bearable.
The good is unreachable.
Our gods condemn us.
And death is a curse.

We all suffer. We all fear.
Anguish and distress
are not utterly in our hands.
We are not in control
of our life and death.

Do not despair.

~

For somatic dread
is equalized by
the deepest pleasures.
For fear is merely
an imperfect prison.

Do not despair.

~

For the good
is within our reach.
Let go of empty desires.
Dismiss aversion
and attain true delight.

Do not despair.

~

For the divinity of the gods
is our shield.
Internalize the truth:
within the divine
there is no wrath.

Do not despair.

~

For our deepest grief
lies in the fear of death.

Do not despair.

For death is no curse
and life is not far from complete.
Embrace mortality
and make it the gem of your being.

No damnation awaits.
No sorrow is at hand.
For death is insentient.
The ancient sage:
his life my blueprint
his death my archetype.

Do not despair.

For death is insentient.

~
This is a poem based on a paper I wrote about a part of the philosophy of Epicurus.
S K Anderson Jun 2018
Your smile is unfairly noticeable.
Your voice is disrespectfully low.
Your eyes are rudely easy to get lost in.
And yet, I don't.

Do I?
A different boy this time.
He's been a friend for years,
I can't help but ask myself this.
***
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Do’s and Don’ts


Do not judge me, lest thee be judged by somebody not worthy;
Don’t shoot the messenger…Don’t stand on ceremony.
Do not think we are equals, we will never be;
Don’t kneel before me, get up, you are better than me.


Do smoke **** with me, for you have shown me true empathy;
Do fall in love with me because I believe I need you to live.
Do become my girlfriend, do become Wife; my honey.
Because without you, do you really think that I can be happy?


I don’t think without you I can ever be truly satisfied;
I don’t think I can ever be enough to convince you to be my Wife.
I don’t think I am good enough, but I will still strive to be,
Good enough to earn your love;
Even though I don’t think I will ever be worthy.


Do believe my truths when I tell you I love you.
If you do believe in me, then all I ask is that you say “I do.”
Do become my Wife and I will drown you in roses and wine.
If you do become the love of my life,
I do believe everything will be alright.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Constantine May 2018
Drugs on the nightstand
i feel dead
but your alive for me
do you want to feel like me?
take one or two and we can spend
forever together
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