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Hunger Jan 2019
***>>>>>FINE<<<<<<***
***>>>>>UNTIL<<<<<***
***>>>>>NOW<<<<<***
My Life was fun.
Hunger Jan 2019
So much fun,
Me and my gun,
Shooting till the sun goes down,
Shooting till none are left in this dear town.
YAY~ SAKITANA THE MAD GUNNER
Baylee Kaye Jan 2019
take me out tonight.
let’s go, drink until we don’t
remember our crime.
I’m ready for danger, ready to start a fight.
tight skirt, low shirt.
lights flashing, I don’t even know the time.
d.c.

heavily rent inspired
Derrick Jones Jan 2019
Fighting fire with fire
Getting higher and higher
Torch the bowl with the lighter
See the shadows get slighter

I ignite on the night like a new sun
Pregame over now we hit the new club
I’m not tryna take a shot
I’m already burning hot
Blood is flowing so no need to clot

Take me to the dance floor
The music leaves me wanting more
So I shout to the sky like a shaman
Like a freshman on his last pack of ramen
Like a black church at the Amen
But this ain’t no old hymn
I’m creating my own rhythm
My own melody and lyrics
It’s catchier than deer ticks
Classier than top hits
It’s a flow that can’t be stopped
A tidal wave that can’t be mopped
I float around this dancing area
Overwhelmed with mass hysteria
I become one with the crowd
We yell but the music is loud
Our songs coalesce into clouds
Dizzy we aren’t stupid or proud
We’re just happy to still be around

So it’s arms up til the suns up
It’s beer pong and true love
It’s small talk and dope subs
It’s the perfect night
Loose but hella tight
Here and there a fight
I didn’t puke but I might
But if I don’t fly my kite
How will I ever see the light?

So I push it to the limits
I bask in every minute
I go hard til I’m in it
Grab the world and spin it
Breakdance in a basement
Trampolines instead of pavement
When I turn loose on the outside
I am underneath the night sky
I bounce to the beat
Coming off every street
And every person I meet

My prism no longer imprisoned
I view the world with super vision
I see a Mona Lisa
Spray painted on the concrete
Every pile of pizza boxes
Is the leaning tower of Pisa
The lady begging is Mother Theresa
The honking horns: Ave Maria


My head is spinning, I just hurled
My arms are wide, my sails unfurled
My mind is free to see the world
For more poetry and essays, follow my blog on Medium at https://medium.com/words-ideas-thoughts
Thanks for reading!
Iska Jan 2019
I met a child
On a warm summers day
Who reminded me
How to laugh and to play
Round and around
The pool we would swim
Caving to our every whim
And in that child,
I found a spark
That breathed the life
Back into my broken heart
To a Barnacle.
The best Barnacle.
Joey fonseca Jan 2019
Mary Jane whispers my name
pulling me closer
with each breath I take
she’s pulling me in
she’s pulling me in

She’s taking control over me
Making things better
With every kiss
I know I can stop
But I’m not gonna stop

She introduced me to all of her friends
We have fun together
I don’t want this to end
Is this going to end
When will it end

Tooth and nail screams to the sky
Where is the laughter
Where’s the god that you seek
Your meeting him soon
You’ll be with him soon

Your fading away
Fading away
Breanna evans Jan 2019
I

had

to

do

a

double-take,

and I still

don't know which way to go
left me confused and amazed at the same time
Derrick Jones Jan 2019
With my mental acrobatics, I create verbal aromatics
Conjuring sweet scents with my perfect meter and tense
Using my dense prose to weigh you down like soggy clothes
And then I dry you right in time with my fluffy rhythm and rhyme

I execute mental backflips as I dodge Freudian slips
Spinning into the subconscious ’til my wordplay makes you nauseous
As I twirl around in this whirlwind I am reminded that the world could end
But it hasn’t happened yet so I might as well forget it
For more poetry and essays, follow my blog on Medium at https://medium.com/words-ideas-thoughts
Thanks for reading!
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