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Anne Scintilla Dec 2017
Life throws,
a filthy shade,
a crate of lemons,
a mess unmade.

Life makes,
a sailor great,
lemonade,
a near parade.

All at once,
Once and for all,
No things remain
The same
—The sane.
here’s to the mess we made of ourselves this year. since all the best people lose a bit of sanity for felicity.
anotherdream Dec 2017
When life is thrown at you and hurled too fast,
You can’t even see, or even look past,
The struggles that hit you so evenly.
They leave no room for purpose or meaning.

I tried to color inside life’s challenging lines,
But realized quickly there’s not even enough time,
To draw what was always invisible.
The colors I used are not even giveable.

When you ask my name, and what you should call me,
I ignore the preference because it’s not worth recalling.
I’m just another lonely boy in a lonely world,
Where emotions and hardships are suddenly hurled.

The impact they cause is too painful to describe.
But if you felt what I felt, you’d know how I’d die.
It jabs you in the heart and never stops stabbing.
Yet I’m still standing here, my heart still beating,

It gives all it can give, pumping every bit of blood.
It doesn’t give up and just give up trying,
For it knows it’s ultimately dying.
It pumps as long as the sun is still rising.
Andrew Durst Nov 2017
If someone wanted you
in their life
they would
make the effort
to see that you are.

That old cliché term
"actions speak
louder than words"
holds true
and I am just here
to warn you
that not every
friend

is a friend

and they
do not care
the way they
say they do.

Eight times
out of Ten
you probably
face your hardships
alone
and even though
it is not always
graceful-

you survive-

and it takes about
   twenty something years
to realize




                 most humans will never be good to you.


-Andrew Durst.
YOU HAVE YOU THOUGH!
Take care of that.
Hannah Nov 2017
I write this as another poet sings,
And her words keep tying into mine,
But I flick them out of my knots.
This is from me, for you, for all of time.

Your ladder goes higher than the next few,
And so your journey is more strenuous and long,
But I never worry about that.
I know you'll reach your finish line, where you know you belong.

I will reach down when I can, but often I cannot,
My hands are preoccupied but I can try to balance,
And if I'm unable, I'll call upon others,
And you will reach brilliance.
Bongiwe Nov 2017
Assignments, tests, exams,
I spent my days behind a desk.
White shirt, black skirt,
yes, all I do is type and page.
Oh, don't worry,
they're very fond of reminding me what a disappointment I am to humanity,
me who elects to be a well paid slave in someone else's company,
me with no good ideas.
Funny,
I've been down this road before, I've faced this criticism before,
but I was not deterred, not me,
I'll work hard and I'll be successful, that'll show them.
They told me I was destined for great things as they handed out trophies of merit on that stage,
I believed them,
they lied.
So I'm not a creative genius, I'm not an entrepreneur, not innovative , not a business mogul, I never wanted to be but according to society, I'm a failure for this.
lib Oct 2017
i used to lay
on the hard sidewalk
sandwiched between the street
and the subway station
in the early morning
and feel the rhythmic
tap
    tap
       tap
of each step
of each passerby
wondering for each
what are your struggles
your everyday fight
what breaks you
and defeats your pupose
then i stay
and wait
until the familiar faces
pass by again
and by now
it is dark
and cold
when they walk by
i wonder once more
what reminded you to live today
what is the reason you keep on surviving
why do you continue to breathe today
who showed you how to overcome
i've noticed since then
that i don't remember
the faces
no
i remember the eyes
the familiar eyes
that remind me of
the struggle to live
the fight to survive
the broken breaths
the defeats
and i'm reminded
that no one showed you how to overcome
JasFow Oct 2017
I'm sorry
The line is busy
I won't be able to answer the call
I want to hear your voice
But all I hear is static noise
Help me figure this out
I'm screaming out loud
I don't understand
how to make it better
All I want is
you and me together
Please, just tell me
What I have to do
to make this a reality
I will love you, and nothing can change that.
Daisy Rae Jul 2017
your beauty lasted many years
newly set, your color shined
nothing made you hurt
you sure were tough
but over time that changed
we watched as you started to crack
we glued you when you needed it
but something was very wrong
you were falling apart
and pieces of you went missing
after awhile we forgot about you
and stopped watching out for cracks
present day and you're all scarred up
as i walked down to get the mail today
i noticed how bad you had gotten
cracks went all the way up and down your spine
your sides were shattered
you looked like you took yourself apart
and tried to glue yourself together again
i studied your scars and pieces
and wondered how we had forgotten
that you were hurting and breaking
i understood that you had went through a lot
as people came and went
you slowly lost your muster
but you weren't any less beautiful than before
you carried your scars like a champ
your dim color meant you had experience
i looked at you in a different light
your pieces were mosaics
and your color reminded me of thunderstorms
stormy, yet beautiful after it was over
this cracked pavement was overlooked
i now go get the mail more often
Arcassin B Jun 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


I was looking for a way I could make it though a life
Where people take **** too seriously,
I was looking for a life,

Had too many hardships in a world so invaluable
To the next life in a cryptic​ sleep,
Finding a way to dream,

There's no other way to say that I can't forgive all the
Things u put me through,
I hope it gets back to you too,

Just your average ordinary teen just looking for a job,
Of course minimum wage,
This is not my true virtue.
©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/06/for-job-freestyle-30-days-til-july-saga.html
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