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Edward Coles Dec 2015
Ground zero again. Ghost ties to old moods
now that you have found happiness,
or at least the line of best fit.
Lips interlocked incessantly on the astral beach,
over the September permafrost
where I held up the chains of my cell
just long enough to kiss you.

Chambers of blue blood, of blue feathers
interspersed in the lining of our pockets:
I felt I could fly when I finally met you.
Heard the callousness, the human history of suffering,
when the chains overwhelmed,
when I fell back to the ground.

You were my fortune in the wishing well,
but now our tongues are rearranged,
all passions now platitudes,
another name or witness to wish me well.
Ground zero again. The foundations exposed
on what might have been love.

Monoliths of steel and scorched earth.
Broken vessels sail by in the night, influence of wine;
words are tempered but the intent remains.
You remain. Extinguished shadow in the skyline,
phantom limb of loving arms. I cannot find the stars.
I cannot reach out to anyone in the space you left behind.
C
Summer Michelle Dec 2015
Shaking
The ground is shaking and I can see
Your heart is breaking with every step I take
It's crazy
It's crazy how all of this has changed
So much between us
When I promise, I mean it

Hold your breathe baby
Hold it for me
I promise I'll be back before this all ends

There's a split in the ground
Beneath your feet
Please be careful, lovely
You're playing with fire the more you breathe
I'm sorry for this
For causing you're suffocating
I promise, I'll be there again

Hold your breathe baby
Hold it for me
I promise I'll be back before this all ends

Hold your breathe baby
Hold it for me
I promise I'll be back before this all ends

When I promise
I mean it
I promise I'll be back again.

Hold your breathe baby
Hold it for me
I promise I'll be back before this all ends

Shaking
The ground is shaking again
Ican see you fall inside
The cracks we have made
When I promise, I mean it
I'm back now
Im back now just in time to watch
You're suffocating
I promised, I'd come back
George Krokos Nov 2015
There are seven steps in the garden of life
which rise up to a higher ground
and anyone who makes it to that level
will experience things profound.
Each step is related to an inner plane
and is not what it seems to be;
being instead of higher consciousness
we can all reach and live more free.
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Written in 2014 and goes with a graphic art piece posted elsewhere on the internet.
Marisa Lu Makil Nov 2015
Wind whips through my hair
Sending it like a cat of nine tails
Across my face

I smile on

A foam of gray spreads its wings above me
So different from the blue of yesterday

Bleak brown figures reach
Their bare arms towards me
Begging for the coverings they have shed

I glance down, and rise up
A shiny black surface smiles at me
How odd that the chariots that ride it
Are so rusty
And unadorned
Unlike the solid ground
I once rode on
Gray and ugly, but ridden by shiny, beautiful things
Almost as if to say that the most beautiful
Things are found at the lowest point

Sky above me
Trees around me
Ground beneath me
Blood inside

Take me to a summer where
Glory will in my eyes shine
I've been absent on here lately, but my mood today is so bleak-much like the sky.
Jordan Fischer Oct 2015
I will continue to write
Until the day that I fall
Fall into the ground
Or let my thoughts overrun me.
The day will eventually come
When I can't get them out quick enough
My mind runs out of space
As it overloads and explodes
and rips apart my sanity
The pieces fall down
Leaving my memories on the ground.
Miss Clofullia Sep 2015
You know where the ground is,
‘cause you’ve been there one too many times;
lying on your stomach, face down,
to avoid “pulling a Bonzo”,
or just standing on your side,
all curled up, in a fetal, counter-plunge position,
like in that movie.. the one that you loved
and watched over and over again,
only for the mirror scene.

I think I know what the frustrating part is for you:
you can always see the sky,
but getting there doesn’t seem to be
right up your alley.. even though you live near the airport.

And this destroys you.
That cracked up pain that climbs up
your leg every night, before bed down.
You know what this is!
However, you have no power over it.
You had a very long dilly-dally day
and now all you can do
is hope that you won’t
wake up on the floor again
and maybe, just maybe, if you plan it
well enough in your mind, you’ll
wake up on cloud 7,
with that big idea and with the means
to ******* accomplish something.
kjforce Sep 2015
Together we share...it guarantees we care..
I know I can do anything, as long as you are there....
Standing my ground on things that I care...
You give me the strength to speak my mind...
We are two souls, which have intertwined...
Our journey began when I was born...
On that bitter cold September morn...
You gave me a bunny, that played a tune..
It was about the Sun, and not the Moon...
Then you gave me a hug and a sweet little kiss...
And told everybody you just got your wish...
You make me smile when I have a bad day..
And always have positive things to say...
I dedicate this to you my Brother...
As you are not like any other...
Your love for me has helped me grow...
To become the best Sister you’ll ever know....
                                                         By kjforce
Everyone needs that special someone...
your a pretty girl in platinum, anyone tells you, your not. You've got the football team just crake em'.
Like that **** don't matter, you'll forget about it when life is served to you, on a silver platter.
you smile in all your pitchers, but you've got all of them fouled. because behind closed doors your broken, and inside you feel like your choken'
You've got the chance to be the best, but inside your just like the rest.
Life's not fare, not what its all cracked up to be.
You watch as your mom forgets you dad's infidelity.
Your brothers never home, he left when he was old enough
leveeing you to pick up the ruff stuff.
He smokes to much duch in the bathroom, acts out, schools about to call your dad soon.
Your mom reads the note you wrote, se calls you out and pushes you down.
Sais if you ruin the face of the family, they'd never find your body.
Because of this, you feel death is your best option.
The way out its in the bathroom, take a few pills you'll be dead soon.
your running a race but you'll never finish it. But all your doing is trying to save face.
Now I'd like o take this moment, to tell you to take a bow, weight for the call of the Curtin, because you've fouled them all, they never knew you were hurtin'
After all this you come out alive.
Because some kid saw it in your eyes.
Remember that kid you watched get pushed to the ground, he knew that you were feeling numb and you really had no one.
the kid stud up for you when he never even knew you, he stood up because he really hoped you would come out of it, and be above it....but you never woke up, in your head you had enough, your mom cant see It because she's to busy trying to be 'it'. your dad doesn't notice you, and your brother doesn't even know you, so who can blame you for wanting to duck out?
cant say it agene ill see you when I don't want to pretend.
Caitlin Hickney Jul 2015
It wasn't that I was lost
It wasn't that I was found
It wasn't about my falling
Until I hit the ground.
Mahdiya Patel Jul 2015
I always had a connection to ciggarettes because they quite frankly reminded me of myself.

Like : how people desired them so desperately when they were miserable , how people valued them so intensly when they burned away all their troubles and treated them with such caution.

But, then I connected with them because as soon as I burned out ( became fragile and fell into a temperate pit of darkness ) my ashes fell to the ground. I was stepped upon and left all alone on the numbing winter soil alongside the damp mist and minute insects.

This is where I found my family. Other humankind just like me, mortals who have been stepped upon and wounded emotionally and demanded when needed and then suddenly despised and judged ; judged for solely declaring their beliefs. Beings that have been disregarded from communities for merely attempting to combat the injustices of our corrupt society.

My family and I thought we would resurrect and magically become unbroken and desirable again.

But darling not all stories have happy endings .
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