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Lily Sales Nov 2017
for the first time in quite a longtime i am happy. not the kind of happy like fake laughs at terrible jokes or the happy that never has some sort of real meaning. right now. november 2017. i am happy. i can feel my heart race when something good happens to someone else. i smile at everyone that i see. i find joy in helping others and i'm not afraid of love. i am not afraid to care for someone or to tell someone how much they mean to me. my walls have come crashing down. but not so loudly to the point where all of the people that hurt me come running back to damage the new heart that i fixed. but to the point where they came down softly and not all at once and people that i thought were just passing by saw the good. happy side of me and decided that they want to stay there. stay in my life. not to trash it and throw everything that they don't like away. but to clean it up and make it sunny again.
George Krokos Nov 2017
When something has finally reached or passed its "use by" date
it resigns itself to whatever is in store for it according to its fate.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
I wanted to say you're worth a poem,
but a poem requires thought.
And I am no longer willing to let
you consume my mind.

You've created a monster,
and a monster,
I'm not willing to be.

The image of another man
loving your body the way I used to
boils my blood,
it drains me with rage.

But you are not worth my misery
I deserve better,
and better I will receive.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2017
Olly, olly, oxen fail.
Top Republicans go to jail.
Olly, olly, oxen chump
All those crooks elected Trump

Oh, GOP, why’d you do it?
And make all of us suffer through it?
It makes it worse to see it all
And know you were all crooks and knew it.
Why couldn’t you just take
Your bribes and shut the hell up?
Why did you have to
Demand to overfill your larcenous cup?

Olly, olly, you and your gang
Some of you really do deserve to hang.
At least you’ll get to know at last
Your reign of terror has finally passed.

Disgusting Olly and the rest
Most of us know who your boss is
But half this sick regime
Has yet to realize what the cost is.
For the world to see the toll
Levied on our nation by the GOP beast
And count the casualties,
It’s going to be decades, at least.

Olly, olly, oxen, fad.
This whole affair has been so bad
It’ll be a great day
When this awful president
And his cronies get locked away.

Olly, olly, oxen fail.
Top Republicans go to jail.
Olly, olly, oxen chump
All those crooks elected Trump
kyle Shirley Sep 2017
I saw you,
for the first time since we parted ways.
I saw you with him and I felt at peace.
You deserve him.
He can make you smile and give you that clean slate at happiness that all my broken promises couldn't deliver.
He makes you happy.
I should let go.
I need to finally be at rest myself,
just know I'll always love you,
and never stop.
Everything I am,
everything I have
will always be yours.
My love for you is endless, every night on a blue moon ill light a candle and put it in my window, for if you ever need to find your way home, ill show you the way.
BeautyinChaos Sep 2017
I kept you chained to the floor
beating on your body like the high tide against the shore
Every blow that fell upon your skin
caused a smile to play upon my lips
and security to encase my heart
Because you
can never
leave.
You've stopped screaming to be let out
My body aches for a sound from you to confirm my existence
I'd give anything to hear but a whimper from you
that sweet melody of doubt and fear
but you
should never
leave.
Your lifeless body haunts my dreams
as part of me dies with you
I beg of you not to leave me alone
You were the beauty in the room
will you stay if I say the whips were but a game
Now I
should let
you leave.
I kept you chained to the floor
your freedom was but a distant thought in the stale air
once granted
you malnourished body stood proudly
belittling the years worth of chains
spiting me for having buried you so deep
but my dear,
I'm glad that I let you out.
Most likely a draft, but needed to write.
Thomas EG Aug 2017
Does one simply adjust to happiness or does it fade away in time? Can one ever be truly satisfied? What is contentment if not love? What is love if not fickle? Will this love fade in time? I hope not, for I'm finally happy.
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