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Proctor Ehrling Feb 2020
You're reaching the town
I left at your incentive
Your verb was a noun
My verb an adjective
I've built a rapport
On breaking my own heart unprovoked
You've built a house
You lie in it and burn to dust
Freestyle written in 3 minutes.
Monica Jan 2020
He created a secret profile
and admired her from a distance
Although he lived next door
Afraid to approach her scared of what she might say
Peeks out the window
To watch her hips sway from side to side
Then places his hand in his pants
Imagining the motion
In his head she created this love potion formulated only for him
Eyes stuck to her like gorilla glue
Fixated
Dark
Twisted
Alia Dec 2019
The moon is rising red tonight
The sun is setting golden
All I need do is turn my head
To see the moon rise, to see the sun fall

The sun so brilliantly bright
The moon is so dark compared to the sun
Tonight, though it shines blood red
It still cannot compete with the sun's light

Of course the moon cannot compete
It’s light’s a mere reflection of the sun
And soon, I know, this light shall leave
The earth, us, will block the moon’s light

And our light is also but a reflection
Proctor Ehrling Dec 2019
I hope for brighter future
I hope that I'll be bright
I hope beggars find nurture
And place to spend the night
I hope that you find love
Have children and a spouse
I hope you'll have enough
My hopes could build a house
Freestyle written in 3 minutes
Proctor Ehrling Dec 2019
I know what you think
But we will still drink
We're all cases for a shrink
But we will still drink
We'll be filthy, we'll stink
But we will still drink
In our ears, constant clink
But we will still drink
We can't dance to anything
But we will still drink
Feels like a cult, this our ring
But we will still drink
Our behaviour needs a swing
But we will still drink
Our songs make no ding
But we will still drink
It's fun like it's spring
But we will still drink
Can no longer tell any drink's distinctive sting
But we will still drink
The night has taken us under its wing
But we will still drink
We've had our necks on a string
But we will still drink
We miss half our lives in a blink
But we will still drink
[thanks, J.]
My pen's out of ink
**** it, the night isn't over
Wrote this yesterday on a friend's birthday party, she also contributed the closing lines. So thanks, J., much appreciated.
K C Sikat Nov 2019
Fragile, you say?
And that may partly be true,
but defenseless? I am not.
Weak? Possibly—
Scared? Definetely.
Even so, my body will try—
I will try—
everything pushes so I could be alive,
every single cell
wants me alive,
people that love me
want me alive...
I want to stay alive.
So as you hammer at my shield
and twist my thoughts cruely,
just know that I am not defenseless—
and I might give in,
but not without a fighting chance.

I will try until the very last second
because the only person wants this
is you.
I read somewhere that your body tries to keep you alive until it aboslutely can’t do anything to save you, and that inspired me.
Proctor Ehrling Nov 2019
Calm yourself, dear
There's nothing to fear
I'll always stay near
I hope that that's clear
So vast and so sheer
The world by your veneer
I hope that you'll cheer
Not crawl back to rear
You, like a blind seer
Predict your career
But then pierced with a spear
Crash between there and here
Crushed in a belvedere
Summer lasted all year
I inform you as a peer
Eye to eye, ear to ear
It doesn't seem you know which way to steer
From boardwalk on to pier
Where you drop a tear
For universe mere
Freestyle written in 14 minutes.
K C Sikat Nov 2019
A light cry, gentle and small
The scent of fresh flowers
A new and confusing world

A story every corner
Laughs and smiles all around
Something I'd love to explore

How boring things are in this old world
The toxic smell of smog and odor
My life leading down the drain,
Everything uninteresting

Time to see things for myself
Experience my life
Forgetting all past mistakes
Leading out of sadness

I remember what has passed
My own clock slowly stops
But I would never change it.



Though my imprint was so small
I smile and leave with flowers.
I got a writing prompt about writing about someone's life and this is what I came up with!
Proctor Ehrling Nov 2019
You bought your test and passed your ticket
While I was kneeling by your spell
There might be no rest for the wicked
But I've been sleeping quite well
Spent an evening a while back coming up with rhymes and poems with a nice girl. This is one of the results.
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