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Mona Jan 2017
when it was storming
in the darkest of the night,
where were you
to save her from danger?
when she was scared
and needed you the most,
where were you
to kiss her and hold her?

anywhere but her side
- that's where you were.
please comment your opinions on this piece. i'm kinda unsure about it.
Hannah Nov 2016
Baby, you’re not a million dollars
If you were then you wouldn’t be mine
You’d be in the stores I've visited
The restaurants I ate at
You’d be tucked away in a safe place for no one to marvel at

No, you’re more than that
You’re not money
Money has no meaning compared to you
You’re the stars in the sky
The air I breathe
You’re a wonderful piece

If I could choose between you and a million bucks
I wouldn’t hesitate on my choice
Money can buy me an ear
But you’re always here
Money can buy me comfort
But you’re who brings me happiness
There’s no comparing

I want to show you off to the world
and then hold you close
Money I can flaunt
and then it’s gone for someone else
But you I can keep
And I wouldn’t give you away for things
I don’t want anyone to have you
Because you’re mine
I would like some feedback on how to improve this.
emily grace Jul 2016
my dear poetry people, I'm in the process of starting a book and would love if I could have the opinions of talented lovelies such as yourselves to share with. would anyone be willing to read some of my works (none of which are on here) and let me know what you think? :)
https://youtu.be/nhhaeeAkTDQ
For those who like screamo, this is me screaming. I need feedback. Thanks!
Spenser Bennett May 2016
I've never seen the sun set
Over Calumet
Sound out the golden Lake
I gave you my best

I've lost my share of old friends
To death and debts
He gives but he can't take
Know that this knows no ends

Come down from your cloud
We can talk this out

Come down from your cloud
We can make it out now

I've felt the Sun's rising heat
Alone in St. Pete
Drown my flickering beat in white sand
Gave it up to sleep

I've found myself in loneliness
And dying less
The glistening glass couldn't sting my hand
And I'm feeling less than feeling blessed

Come down from your cloud
We can talk this out

We can make it out
A feeble attempt at lyrics, please feel free to criticize and deconstruct.
Arcassin B Apr 2016
by Arcassin Burnham

An open space to see the sun again,
but prolonged to never see a sin,
nudy mags under my bed,
and **** in my window seal,

was it worth it to be that way,
was it worth it to live all my mistakes
over and over like a frozen hell,
my heart was cold before,
but I changed,
I swear I did,
all I see in the sky is death and shame
out of my window
I hate the thought of it.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/04/face-at-window.html
Her soft leaves tremble as
the clouds clash and collide
above, revealing their deafening
roar.

Tremors ripple through her,
beginning at her roots; the
poignant sky tears straight through
her rind.

Vicious tears fall from melancholy stars,
and she quakes under the bellow
of the outraged clouds; she is
alone.

Turbulent,
    irate,
        ferocious,
but she will remain.
She's never been the type
that loves large crowds and
booming parties;
the stress of conforming
weighs too heavily on her
sensitive heart,
and quite frankly, most
people don't fall on the same
end of the color spectrum.

Everywhere on this earth is
home to her, and Mother
Nature is her muse.
A black sheep born with a
wild heart; an indigo
child infatuated
with change and fueled
by tranquility. She is the
virtuoso of her own authenticity.
Eva Louise Nov 2015
12:53am*
The car clock blinks at me
i feel its judgement through green digit numbers
I cannot remember if it is running fast or a few minutes behind
but I know the bars are starting to close
and apartment lights begin to die off
I accidentally think of you
as I purposely forgot to secure my seat belt
headlights off, i peel out
the cracked screen of the stereo stares
reminding me that I must deal with my screaming thoughts
with no ****** pop songs to hide behind

I still taste it on my lips, a whiskey kiss
but how long has it been since my lips have touched yours?
I calculate the hours
and my speedometer climbs
the line of trees smear into a blur of brown
I drift onto 26 from 45, coast on 322
bear right until i don't know where the **** I'm going
roads like veins winding around to endless possibilities
       but this telephone pole look so **** inviting


you were the one who helped me to learn the color of my eyes
but now my bleary blues shift to passenger seat
to see nothing but a pack of 27s
I expect the seat belt alarm to sound
but then I remember that it's not you
i toss the warning label away
how can something be so toxic
when the exterior is wrapped in gold
but i still feel your tarnish in my lungs

I miss the turn to my house
so i decide to drive on
inching closer and closer to you
wherever the hell that is
as my gas supply dwindles
i hope it's coming into my lungs


I pull over and throw up out the drivers side window
the strain of my gut is not enough
to rid you of my system
if only my body recognized you as a toxin a few months sooner
but God knows
no hangover will ever keep me from coming back
I should mention that i am not an advocate of drunk driving or any dangerous behavior. I myself am not one to do this. I do not mean to romanticism or condone drunk driving.



Also this is really bad lol feedback welcome
Ashley Etienne Nov 2015
proficiency is key
it is knowing that while we
merely live one lonely life
it should at least be lived with glee
so to say that you must leave
is to say that you must breathe
without the heavy burden
that society begs and pleads
for you to stay in place for it
and conform to its deadly needs
you must take the longer road
if you are willing to succeed
could someone give me some feedback and let me know what you think the meaning of this poem is. what emotion it gives you and whether it makes sense or not?
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