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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
People come from all walks of life
You can agree or disagree but
never ever breach that
level of respect.
Call me old-fashioned but this is one thing I hate about this day and age. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but yet they attack people FOR HAVING a **** opinion. And I'm like 'really'. Gone are the days where you can have disagreements with people respectfully. At the end of the day, it's their **** opinion. It's not fact. I'm friends with people from all around the world. No matter the religion, sexuality, race or perspective, we still respect each other's opinions. We don't get butthurt over it.
This day and age is spoiled and entitled. I know its not EVERYONE but its the majority of people.
You can talk about anything, just don't be a ***** about it.
Rant over.
Be back soon.
Lyn **
Elinor Jun 2018
I had my first dream last night that you weren't in.
not even a minor character,
your ****** name wasn't even in the credits,
let alone plastered across the sky in flashing lights
like you want it to be.
my first reality that you didn't belong in,
and it was the most blissful peace that I can remember since we bathed in pools of cloud.

I heard the first song that didn't make me think of you yesterday.
the lyrics, for once, were just lyrics,
not an embodiment of you and the things you do.
guess what?
it was coldplay.
you always hated coldplay.

this morning, I basked in the sun and didn't picture you coated in gold light beside me.
I didn't look at the leaves adorning the trees and picture your face laughing beneath it.

I didn't trace the plate lines of my palm and imagine the earthquake we used to create when yours collided with mine.

I didn't eat new food that I wanted you to try and I didn't want to share the smallest details of my day with you.

you may have won this poem, loverboy,
but don't be too triumphant.
your victory won't last long.
it's the era of my new beginnings without you and I'm going to be just fine.
never trust anyone who doesn't like coldplay.
jerely Jun 2018
The evolution of our era
called it millenial
bright colors, wild, free
it’s unpredictable
though wide variations of collection
could find their different angles;
picture memories
you’ve witnessed
it in moving dreams
of hope
through the new clique of it’s statuses
update here in a single minute,
second or hour
We can’t suspect how big
is the impact of social media;
technology that we’ve been
attached in our whole life
do we really need to breathe
in this kind of level
of revolution?
I use a 5 random word generator see if I could write a poetry out of this five words.
evolution
collection
update
suspect
level

It’s been a long time since I write here
6.5.18
11pm
Jerelii
Copyright
Seema Jan 2018
When sages lived for many ages,
The era stories were written on bark pages,
Animals were quite friendly and didn't live in cages,
No one ever worried about salaries or wages,
The era changed and so did the perception,
On every junction there came ***** temptation,
Bribery, greed and some monstrous satisfaction,
For good people in search of jobs stamped  rejections,
The misunderstanding leads to tragic incidents,
Mostly results in suicides or on drive accidents,
The life ends for people who tried and gave up,
Or drowned themselves in poison full cups,
Alcohol on rise regardless of its high price,
Poverty on its peak while people voice with cries,
Dose after dose inhaled by this generation,
Moving forward in writing a new revelation,
For the expectation by the old sages has deluded,
And many have resorted with life and concluded,
Some dragged their way up with time,
Some sank their way with crime,
Some worked hard for every dime,
Some got knocked from their prime,
Yet the hunger of superiority kept growing,
The earth seems dimmed and not glowing,
From righteous beings to karmic scenes,
Now we all see the happenings and unforeseens...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
Lauren Faith Dec 2017
We walked side by side
For 12 years
But your story has ended
And a new chapter has started

For years I heard your stories
Rode along for your adventures
In far off lands
Beyond the magic curtain

And now It is my turn
To venture off into
The unknown that is
My future

The stories of evading
ungers and izzards
Turned in to
Unwritten essays

As I remember
Your Stories
Instead of creating
Mine own

Walk along with me
My friend
As we both head out
Into the unknown

We are at the end of an era
And with the end of one
Comes anew
Serafeim Blazej Jun 2017
Havia uma garota, eu a observava de longe
Nós éramos da turma dos invisíveis
Ela não me via, mas eu a enxergava
Havia uma garota e ela era linda
Havia uma garota e ela era tudo
Havia uma garota e então não havia mais nada

Havia uma garota e ela era da turma dos populares
O típico esteriótipo "high school" americano
Havia uma garota e quem ela tinha sido
Havia uma garota e quem ela era
Havia uma garota e ela era vazia
Nós éramos estranhos orbitando o mesmo sistema

Havia uma garota e eu a amava
Então ela mudou
Virou de larva a borboleta
Só que não foi bonito
E então só havia o vazio

Havia uma garota e então não havia mais nada
Em seu lugar só restou uma despedida
Um pedido desesperado de ajuda
Havia uma garota e ela era triste
Havia uma garota e ela era invisível, mesmo sob os holofotes
Havia uma garota e ela era solitária
Nós não éramos ninguém para os outros
Mas eu a enxergava

E então havia um garoto
Que ficou com as últimas palavras dela
Havia alguém que se importava no final
Então havia eu
04/03/2017, adaptação em 30/06/2017
Colm Apr 2017
My temples ache inside my head
With a need to be without a thought
No one to speak what cannot be said
My quiet calm forget me not

A storm I carry on my back
Midst howling gale and winters plot
A weighted mass atop me sits
An eerie calm forget me not

A flame of hope inside I keep
To thaw that frozen long forgot
Until the first light left is last
A chilling calm forget me not

Though slowly do the seasons pass
These words embed like branded hot
So be it present or in past
Remember still and *forget me not
The last little classic I'll share today... Circa 2014 or 2015
Colm Apr 2017
As I lay down here beside you
I will pull you in tight
And set your head upon my shoulder
To rest your fears for the night

And soon we'll venture on a journey
To somewhere only we know
We'll visit many distant galaxies
Where no one else goes

And then I'll tell you that I love you
Without saying a word
As if my holding you in silence
Showed my love as a verb

And yet within this perfect moment
There is silence between
With only heartbeats in the dark
To prove our souls aren't asleep

So would you speak to me in silence
Using those lovely eyes
Because I want to share my secrets
Which I've hidden inside

And as I hold you I'll be waiting
Hoping that you have heard
Because true love is beyond feeling
And we do not need words
Here Beside You is a classic verse I wrote back in my PoetryFreak days. Miss that site.... Meh... Kinda.... LOL.
Colm Apr 2017
It’s that moment in the parking lot
When you realize that it’s all over
That the end is here
Your future is near
And your present surroundings will not always be
I never really tell the backstory behind verses. And there is a reason for that. Sometimes I don't really want to own to it or take the time to explain the situation in its fullness (so as to do it justice). But I'll oblige here.

This one is about the end of an era. That moment when you realize something is over. High school, college, a sports venue, a relationship, a job, or whatever it may be. It's that awkward intersection which can either appear promising or terrifying. The future unknown and all of your old comfortable memories stretched out behind you.

I wrote this verse with a particular location in mind. A particular time. Back when I wasn't aware that all good things must come to an end.

#learning
And the world fell to knees
seeking grace how
our love proceeds
Everyone shouting big
their mouths
either revolution
either crise
I was thinking to write of life, I donot prefer to be categorized
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