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Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
We follow the current
around each rock and
up each straight.
Some break free
and are forgotten,
some break free
and are remembered,
but only those who
swam fast away.
The rest of us are waiting
for that one great leap,
up and out and over
the banks -
the leap that we know
will be our last,
but the one we know
will show the others
we got out,
tasted the air,
glubbed our last glub
and did something
unequaled.
Quick write
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
The
fame and
wealth one can
receive in this life
helps a person live a
life of luxury. The media
the eyes and ears to the world,
manipulated by the ****** hands
of man. However, no matter what, I
know one thing. You shine bright in the
media light, the shadow grows ever darker.
The crown of the media, no matter the industry,
does not stay on the same head forever...
Anything the media does I always take with a pinch of salt. Just as its easy for you to be in the limelight, its easily manipulated and people can turn against you...
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
See all the maidens in pain
Sealed in luxury on the edge of the moon
Fair flowers forced to love their chains
Who feign affections for the Sun King

They're weeping in the shadows
And dream a dream of love
Forever bound and shackled
Only to rise above

To excel, they must all shed blood
Monthly moons and out
Shed a tear for the flowers in the prison

Though beauties spout and bud round them
They smile and sing to the Sun King's chime
Beneath the petals, they covet his rays
How hopeless you are, vagaries of time

Just like the Sun is King, the moon is his queen
In arrogance, he doesn't see the flowers envy
For they needed him to grow and rise above it all
So they tend to their weeds
Knowing if they are caught
They will burn and fall...
Poem I wrote today based on a documentary I watched.
V Anne Jul 2017
I like feeling like danger girl.
I like feeling like a shooting star
blazing across your eyes
and gone in an instant.
I love being the whimsical
day dream of a woman
I had hoped to be when I was twelve
and feeling trapped.
Listless within my own body
yet every nerve ending was electrified
like I was an overcharged battery.

Zip. Zap.
I want to dash across your heart
leaving no bruise or cut
but a stinging burn.
Icy me all you want
but I have already combust.
I live in my own scorched skin.

Zip. Zap.
There’s a ringing in your ears.
The whirl of wind
winding past your head
ruffling your hair
raising goosebumps
yet you cannot shiver.

I like feeling like danger girl.
I like free falling this role.
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
Look to this when you are hungry, and sinning
and look deeply into your vision, what do you see?
A man made marvel. That is all. Is that what you strive for?
To obtain nothing and hold it for god to see is simply heinous.
Unrepentant ignorance. So is that who you wish to be? The pathetic corner where no one treads, the person who has no future tense, and even the person who lacks any will. Constitution, I should say.
You are who you make yourself, after all who controls everything you do? Inaction and action have the same power, so decide. Choose for yourself, is it now, or tomorrow, or even better, never?
I kinda just made this for me to look at... i need a life coach
Haruharu Jul 2017
I've imagined our farewell so many times,
hugs and sweet words of an impossible love.

I really thought I knew when I was going to see you for the last time,
I even planned it.

How I would walk out that door to never look back.
With my head held high, the feeling of relief, freedom.

Little did I know that it already happened, and I missed my que.

Instead of my moment of glory I walked out in anger, with my last words still saved.

The big moment I've been waiting for..

Gone.

It was nothing like I imagined.

No doves flied off the ground, no cheering crowd, the skies didn't clear for me.
Nothing.

It was a night drowning in alcohol and emptiness, it was our song.
It was grief.

That's what it was.

But i was the one writing the final chapter about us. I gave us closure.

Now it's time to close the book, to put it on the shelf of memories.
I wander lonely in the dark
Arms held out to feel through maze
This rocky road has left its mark
Much safer crawl through murky haze

How long have I been plodding on
With no sanctuary close in sight
All my humanity now gone
My heart much blacker than the night

All senses gone all reason lost
This hostile path at set of sun
Continue on no thought of cost
Must march for nothing can be won

At breaking point I cry aloud;
“Just to behold His saving light”
And wings surround me as a crowd
Fly free of gloom to glory bright!
David Cunha Jun 2017
When you are passionate,
When you don't want it,
When you don't long for it.
When you NEED it
When the night calls your name
When you are the only person alive
When your consciousness begins to enflame
When your eyes collide with the stars
When your head spins yet focuses on one point
When your spirit is not a spirit and you are one with your body
When your arms are machines steaming and burning with glory
When your legs are a rocketship light-speed towards the moon
When you are the ARCHANGEL you always hoped for and never appeared
When it all vanishes and you are trapped only by that NEED
That HUNGER
That FLAME.

When you are ONE with the adrenaline which burns your veins into infinity
When you are your own GOD
When you are thirsty tired broken yet keep going,

When your passion renders you complete.
june 22 2017
Cynthia A May 2017
the gardener ventured
across the country
till he found
the perfect plot

young, unsown
fertile
and ready to be
used

he did as any gardener
would do
he planted his seed
knowing
his flower would grow

he planted his seed
and waited
he watered the ground
and waited

a young sprout
broke through the soil
and the gardener beamed
his flower was growing

and it grew
and it grew

he watered his flower
and gave her food
he thought she needed
and he plucked away
what she didn't

his flower was small
and delicate
he needed to protect her
protect her from others

she was his flower
and his alone

if she grew astray
he pulled her back
into her place

and all she was
was just his flower
and his alone
Tomwales May 2017
Amidst roving and pondering, appeared a clear portrait of greatness
An imagination that eludes man, with rich thoughts of a fortress
Girded by tides of frequent passages, of whom to bear
A wall with no boundaries or limits, deep-rooted foundations to harden
Yet barricades stand along, the ones to conquer
A fortification every mortal craves to bear, each moment with a record

While kings and mighty men work endlessly to behold,
Toiling day and Night, with sweat and blood, they stood apart for this reward
A ceaseless search for the prized asset, But at what price does this feat come?
Strength and intelligence wrestle, to be or not to be
The mantle of power being exchanged for glory
Glories of celestial hopes, of foretold divine beings
Faiths mankind is yet to bear, but still with a yardstick to present
Has Nature evolves, memories and revelations of heroes never cease

Time after time, yet we still run same race with poles apart
With priceless ego, men converge to fight
The fight for what seem to be theirs
Some miss it, others win it
To live as a villain or die a hero, Men of valor martyred for glory sake

Captured by the pictures of the black and white, false memories prevailed
Crave for good tidings swathed the hungry minds of men
Diverse minds of weaklings and that of great men
They pondered, either vague or carnal
The creed of Greatness lies within the mantle of belief
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