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Mark Wanless Aug 2016
Existing patterns are eternal
        Inviolate laws of reality!
A common childhood logic
        Dispelled in life's maturity.

But wisdom comes not
        Bound amongst the years,
And often delays appearing
        Imprisoned by unshed tears.

Painful and repeated errors
        Foul the spirit's song,
Where amidst life's travels
        Shall truth's light dawn?

Infinite the human saga,
        Unknown the full disparity,
A thousand diverse reflections
        Impact the visions clarity.

To willfully sponsor change
        Arrives peculiar to each,
Freely we then learn
        What change may teach.
Michael Ryan Aug 2016
My mother
My father
My brother
and even my Grandmother
are all liars.

They lie
not because they know
what they are lying about
but because their world
is built on the foundation
of false truths.

Do not draw on yourself with ink
because if you do
you will become sick--
is a simple lie
that is spread just like disease.

The true black plague
of this generation
is not a virus of biological form
but an infection of the mind
one that lingers in our thoughts.

It causes us to error
corrupting what is truth
for what we think is true--
over-implosion of convoluted thoughts
make even the simplest
of ink and skin to be mixed too much.

The convenience of information
has oversimplified our lives
and with it
people produce less
and consume more.
Most people will probably never learn what true effort is anymore.  What is true success? Will convenience save the world or destroy it?
Angela G Apr 2016
i think i have it figured out,
only to fail miserably.
but i still make progress,
failing less miserably each time.
a trial and error effort of sorts.
oh, each time,
i think i have it figured out,
that it's my time to succeed.
each time i fall short,
but each time i fall a little longer.
at some point,
i hope,
i will make it across the line,
and finally succeed.
Sparkling Dust Sep 2015
There was an error
But it is unknown
How would I ever know
how to turn it back around
If I do not even know how it started

For it was hidden
Because they are afraid that I cannot bear the truth
There really was an error haha so I just filled the blank space.
Lukoje Sep 2015
Saturation,
no space left in my mind.
So many questions and
so much emotion
that I can't think.
All the things that I used to
see as simple tasks or
thoughts won't link.
No coherence
in my brain. Juxtaposition,
of ideas leads my actions
to dissonance.
Enjambment in
every movement that I make.
kurapika Aug 2015
how im struck with such a sadness
to hear you say my name once again;
formerly so lively and colourful, gently murmured
now uttered as though you would with a black and white passerby
and it appears we're under a blue moon
because i can't seem to recognize you
the blue moon is a homage to the phrase "once in a blue moon" due to rarity of the blue moon's appearance. i say once in a blue moon, because i couldn't believe how dully my name was spoken; a rarity that should've come only once in a blue moon
Scribbles and mess-ups and an ink covered page,
My brain is the station and my train of thought never stays.

Cluelessness and confusion are the things that choose to fill,
My mind of no rhyme in a head of no will.

So I chase down that train,
The one leaving my brain,
That fast locomotive that's driving me insane.

I find myself aboard a vacated car,
No thought,
just knowing not,
Where you actually are.

Place down the pen, close the book and lay back,
You might be on the train, but you're not on the track.

Head back to the station where you will wait for another,
Hoping then the train that comes will ride as smooth as butter.
Ottar Jul 2015
abuse of substance,
abuse of space
bully's don't change their stripes,
maybe just their names,
makes 'em feel surrounded,
by those of like mind,
like having relations, with oneself,

the jungle used to be the jungle,
then concrete became the jungle,
because someone somewhere
needed trees removed to flush the tigers out,
then there is the internet jungle
where one on a bent thinks they are a tiger
when they are really a dead stick
from a tree of evil rotting, while doting, licking
cleaning their own, ego,

oh please don't assault my senses with your defences,
no need to prove that copy and paste, makes you a word smith,
and imitation, may be a form of flattery, no need to flatter me
I am a nobody, who has a love for language, and
sees through bully ****, go back to the chicken coop and cluck,
yourself, ....


clematis scale up
flowers look grey and pointed
go boom to bloom colour

Access to knowledge is a dangerous thing
it is readily available and some don't think
they need to learn, to change, admit they were
a bully when they were young or bullied and
lastly anonymity in this day and age is a lie ;  )
What has happened since I been gone?
Ash Saveman Apr 2015
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