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Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
It would be doubtful and indecent
Drive pigeons along the boulevards of the capital.
Much nicer on weekends.
To drive along the boulevards of Moscow business.

Even more noble and relevant
Chasing parrots in the living room and bedroom.
And it will be much quieter
Don't croak a hoarse crow.

Quite non-self-critical
Consider yourself a rare bird.
Bring it back, please.,
In Estonia a white stork.
Jean Aug 2018
The thing about life
is that you feel a lot of things
but most of all
you feel like an extra in the movie of your life.
this was written for a character weeks ago.
an
waiter
rolls
am
i
made whole on my dime

ask him
in
an
while

she hates me
to
much

we could not
make
her
smile

when
an
apology
kiss me
its worth

we have
no value
on
this earth


how sorry do you think
i
am
?





























...
..
.
she says
don't
ever
talk
to
me about
...
..
.
Nathalie Feb 2018
my heart does not work in the way that i'd like.
ask me if i am able to love myself,
and the answer will be "no"
even though i know that i should say "yes"
because i am blessed with the life i do have,
though it may at times hurt like cracked, bleeding anything
all just in need of repair.
i have nothing to fix it anymore...
i've used up everything,
and my heart beats abnormally;
beating for those who don't deserve it,
for those who've hurt it-
i still somehow find it racing,
jumping out of my chest just yearning for some other heart,
one that is more stable, and constant.
one that is not held together by thin weaves of thread,
and rusted staples that can't stay clasped shut for much longer.
no,
my heart does not work in the way that i'd like.
it is broken.
it is beaten.
and it is stupid,
but i am still capable of love,
and it may go to the wrong people,
but better wrong than none at all.
an exerpt from an old set of poems
Zani Jan 2018
Politope, politope
Tell me your name
Because I need a quick way
To get off of this plane

I've got that mid-night
Fist fight
Thrill of the flight
With a chest tight feeling
That something's not right

But when I've got that extra power
All will remember my name
It's strange
How we are all the same in this respect

We have been kidding ourselves
For our entire life
It is we who must change
So to better ourselves
For the sake of human kind

I wish the news would show
The things that should happen
But it don't
Instead it shows
The things that shouldn't
To make sure we don't grow
A pair of politopes
Politope
Tell me your name
Because I need  quick way
To get off of this plane

I've got that mid-night
Fist fight
Thrill of the flight
With a chest tight feeling
That something's not right

But when I've got that extra power
All will remember my name

When you've got that extra power
It will soon let you down
When you figure out
Beyond all doubt
That all things come back to one place
Where no-one remembers your name

We have been kidding ourselves
For our entire life
It is we who must change
So to better ourselves
For the sake of human kind
We do anything to escape reality! Some lyrics to go with my escape: Music!
Slab Of Flab Protrudes From Ab
twas an incremental subtle expansion of waist
most likely aside effects of one
or all prescription medication
to stave off severe melancholy,

social anxiety, panic attack, et cetera
whereby most everything thy tongue did taste
immediately delivered a randy paunch
to former washboard
smooth as a fresh application of gesso like paste
readying canvass
for partially naked self-portrait masterpiece
depicting naked body laced

with flat as a washboard physique
unlike present dis graced
whereat when sending a photograph
of shirtless self-try with futility
utilizing photoshop to get erased
displeasing equatorial zone of anatomy
saddled with unwanted
fatty tissue that defaced

proportionate rock hard stomach
with a slender man
about five foot and ten-inch build
evincing an aura of being chaste

gone forever analogous to temptation
gobbling house constructed
of cake and confectionery
that nearly did likewise to Hansel and Gretel
readying their not quite plump enough bodies

tubby slathered with baste
yet just in the nick of time
the two abandoned children aced
the sinister plot outwitting
cannibalistic cackling croaking old woman
inducing to break out into song singing

Sarasponda, sarasponda, sarasponda rat tat tat
Sarasponda, sarasponda, sarasponda rat tat tat
A doray-oh, A doray-boomday-oh
A doray-boomday ret set set
Ah say pah say oh.
Ryan Hoysan Sep 2017
I want you in all of my life
From the extraordinary
To the extra-ordinary
Just thought of this on the fly and I went with it, nothing to grand.
Gabriel burnS Aug 2017
Words are the hands of thoughts;
Fingertips flow
Where she clenches her eyes
Sinking teeth
In lower lip
Prison bars to sighs
Anchored to liberty
Looming like a storm
in the distance
Alternate version:

Words, the hands of thoughts;
Fingertips flow
Where her eyes close
Clenching sighs;
Pearls emerge from darkness
Sinking in scarlet
Till the salt sparks
The sweet
And the lip trickles
Iron taste
Of the coming storm
Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
(~~~~~~~~)              (~~~~~~~)
(You're like a)~(wisdom tooth)
( skewed, dispensable, useless )
( erupted painfully, pretty late )
(poking, hurting, surplus, hidden,)
(taught life lessons, gave wisdom,)
(Troubling) ) )   ( ( reminding)
(Extracted)                (forcefully)
(  Left  )                     (  a void  )
(to be)                          (filled by)
(other)                          (teeth)
      (I still)                           ( feel)      
(the)                          (pain)
( )                                 ( )
Wisdom teeth are useless, come very late, trouble, hurt, poke other teeth, forcefully extracted, leave void and pain for a long time,...so are few people..impart wisdom by leaving...
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