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Alaska Apr 2017
you're the gem I've been looking for in this rough called
life.
Carson Hurley Apr 2017
A jab in the heart
by a blunt blade
of wit,
followed by an
unfashionable smile;
you come to me
barefoot across the
dew spread grass,
eyes of glass violet
glazed with the
violent past you
try so desperately to
hide.
Innocence is the burden
you lost before your
years reached double
figurers,
most men grow tired
of your perpetual
silent complaint
but I beg you for every
syllable
no matter how macabre.
You ignite me
Carson Hurley Apr 2017
I have been aboard
the great iron ship
curls of white escaping
the bow
it cuts like a blade
fleeing clouds tumble
as I stand  above and benieth
the beautiful blue.
The day is at its brightest
yet I yearn for the stars
as that is when the sky
will truly wake
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
My heart will be forever grateful,
to all the hardships and pain—
the past and the present,
now that the future is revealed.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Made with Creative Writer app.
Isn't   amazing   how   the   darkest   pit    of   a   soul   could    eventually   spark   the   brightest   light   in   their   life  ?
Jessica Lima Feb 2017
I remember when I was young
And my empty stomach would ache,
My grandma would dance with me
And all my troubles would go away.

We never had enough food,
Many times I saw her cry.
But if I asked if she was hungry
Often times she would lie.

"When you eat, it gives me strength"
Then her stomach would growl,
I didn't get it but didn't push
At six years old I didn't know how.

God never left our side,
So things started to improve.
At 70 she held a job as housekeeper
And so we fell into a groove.

I became her little helper
So she wouldn't mess up her knees.
I was just the right size
To fit most places with ease.

I feel like we grew old together
But it didn't last long,
I moved away with my mother
And grandma was left alone.

She did have the rest of our family
But they only care about themselves.
They take but rarely give,
Not caring about anyone else.

It's been years since I saw my grandma.
Nowadays I dance alone,
When I'm sad though, I give her a call
And suddenly I am home.
Timmy Shanti Feb 2017
Take your broken heart
And make it into art.
Take your shattered dreams
And let them glow and gleam.
Take your darkest fears
And turn them into cheers.
Take this road alone
And make the world your own.

14-18 II 2017
#takeyourbrokenheartandmakeitintoart #donthatecreate #lovepeaceunity
We'll make this country great again!
I'll build that wall up high.

Climate change? Economy!
It's great! Don't wonder why.

I'll take care of all your needs and get you jobs you'll love.
Raise your right hand for the pledge and pray to God above!

Do your duty as a man and grab her nice and tight!
It's OK if she fights back, they like it rough, alright?

Civil liberties, really, who needs 'em?
Burn the flag? I'll just hang you for treason!

This country is first. To protect it is best!
Whose up for a fun little nuclear arms test?

Capitalism? Yeah, I'm the money master!
Pipelines! Who cares about ecological disaster?

Gays? Girls? Abortion? WOE!
If they want that, send em' down to Mexico!

I'll rule with blood and honor too!
I'll tame this crazy, jobless zoo!

I'll fight for you and family rights!
(Mostly for rich and mostly for whites!)

Minorities? No, I'm not a racist.
It's an alternate fact: Totally baseless!

America the great. America the free!
Put a bigger pair of **** on old Lady Liberty.

Goodbye all you immigrants!
All you do is steal and loot.
Leave a couple of 'em behind:
Someone's gotta pick our fruit!

Thank you all for choosing me!

This is very great and swell.

Prove that you will follow now:
Let's all go straight to-

Heil!
Juverine Wan Jan 2017
Why can't love be simple,
Why can't love be kind,
Why can't love be like those tv shows,
that we always see online.

Why must everything be difficult,
Why must love be cruel,
Why must love keep backstabbing you,
Why isn't love true?

Why is love used as a weapon,
Why must love be a tool,
Why must love hold someone back,
Why must love be a whirlpool?

Why must love make one cry,
Why must love sacrifice,
Is it that hard,

To find simplicity?
Leigh Marie Dec 2016
I met God on the train and he smacked the back of my head
I haven't been listening
Months and months, I haven't been listening
He's been trying to make me see that these people just aren't for me
So He came along and
plucked them out of my life
He's sorry that it's been so hard but
I have to pick my head up
Look up from the puddles and wet socks
It's time to see the flowers that
the rain has watered
May flowers are here
He let some stay, they're blooming again
I ought to figure out why they belong in my garden and keep feeding them love
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