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Aaron LaLux Jul 2017
Nothing Less Nothing More

This Just in,
Justin Bieber’s a Believer too,
antibiotics probiotics,
a red pill and a blue,

yoga on a yacht deck,
strawberries in the winter,
Welcome to Reality,
watch as the fabric splinters,

or rather,
comes apart at the seams,
I’d gather,
that most things aren’t as they seem,

can’t escape the Dream,
unless we take a leap of faith,
don’t want to be just great,
want to be known as one of The Greats,

I love that you’re an artist too,
and dedicated to your passions,
and if we’re on the Road of Life,
I hope that we’re not crashin’,

and I know that sounds cliche,
and maybe even a bit cheap,
but sometimes life is cliche,
and sometimes when everything seems the most doubtful,
is when it’s best to truly believe,

that’s why,
they call it faith,
please tell me,
why you wake,

when you open your eyes,
what is it for,
hopefully it’s Love,
nothing less nothing more…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
Eiram N Jul 2017
Pain and expression whenever ink splatters,
I can feel the forked serpents in my belly
twisting and tendrilling into one.
In the air slowly seeping,
as black smoke from the
smouldering remains
of all the paper-thin trees
I killed with my handwritten poetry.
If I open my mouth to speak,
forked tongues will fly out
to kiss the descending flames
upon graveyard plains of doomed foliage.
On that fateful night from the bonfire,
monsters sprung free.
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
Centuries stretch into decades
Decades crumble to years
Years dilute to months
Months spoil to weeks
Weeks transform to days
Days pass through hours
Hours scramble to minutes
Mintues fall onto seconds

And it goes and goes
With a logramthic speed
While I stand still
To contort some truth:

Man made measurments meticulously made
May mark mere moments
But
With words witheld within
Wallowing waves wash white, "whys?"
Away.

And...

I speak in riddles as I should
When faced with nothing
But left with the word "could?"

Could of? Of course. Could I? Yes.
I could do anything, definitely
But no I would never
It is a hopless endeavor

And death ushers who it will
And brings their heart to a still
As we all look to how old
To comfort us
From death's hold

For his grip is unrelenting, arbitary, overreaching and perpetual
Nonsensical greatgrandmother you inspired me

I swear im crazy *** is this
Colm Jun 2017
You
Decide to start and never stop
And years later
When the memories of life pile up around you
Like the books beside a crowded shelf
You learn to be content with where you are
As compared to where you could be
Because fame is not to be desired
No, fame is to be pitied
Because you didn’t start for fame
And you didn’t continue for fame
And if you did you are a fool for fame
Because you became what you became
Because you already were
You
Perhaps just publicly.... (:
Janae Bello Jun 2017
cinnamon is how i would describe
with spice
no sugar and not everything nice

makes you think twice
could never tell what's going on
behind those eyes

take my advice
though cinnamon smells so right
but you know if you would
just taste

you'd be disappointed
because cinnamon isn't so great
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