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triztessa Sep 2017
we were born
       empty
vessels to be filled with
longing for
                    purpose
only to be
                    the used
versions of ourselves
living to
               pursue living
                        denying
to pursue
dying

consumed by all
      desire
lay across
    my
        paths discretely
****** by constant
        wants
to change
how the world views
      me
sun comes a
           new day!

the body becomes
empty slate
           begins  
                  sliding
swinging
            by again!

Nightingale reappears
forwards
       my emotion
primal
to contain
       vessels open
by
        unused
                       space
and parts
to fill the
                     whole.

we are designed
escape the Torment
souls (have faces too)
ashes endowed
roots to
                uncloud
the human mind
            free
begins
in deep pikes
                       Breaking
the ground.

we,
       to You
                   resound
Consciousness
vile disguise!
       freeing
vessels no more.
Disclaimer: I have no idea what I'm doing with words. This is all pretense. If you can give me the basics on how to write poetry, that will be very much appreciated.
I will ask you a question

“Do you remember the child you once were?

Who colored the crayons beyond the lines, shaping everything in that child’s imagination.

That painted the rivers green and the trees blue, full of wonder, putting nothing in order.

Now, I ask you this… What happened to that child?”

Why is that child now organizing the shapes, his head now a machine on rotate

He solves the puzzles but not his dreams
He gives the leaves a touch green, and rivers with blue...

What happened to the child who once ruled the world?

Now the World ruled the child."
Children~
Madi Sep 2017
how are you happy
after hurting someone who
you were so close too
Nicole Gaudiano Sep 2017
It is true, pure irony what this life has managed to become in such a short period of time.
My thoughts race, and race. I can't help but ask myself
Here? Again?
How did I manage to spend a year dreaming
Only to be rudely woken up from the bliss I immersed myself in
And find me in the
Exact
Same
Spot.
You were like a dream
And I woke up.
Arlene Corwin Aug 2017
A Little Quiz

If you could sell a thing for lots,
Finance your yachts;
Would you boycott?
Boycott, if what you sold
Could finance wars,
Could bring worlds
To their burned-out knees,
Would you do business?

If you could earn a salary
By working in a factory
Producing weapon’s heads,
Guns, poison gas –
All granted by the local laws,
Would you do business?

A little quiz - a little Buddhist -
Prompted by
The sheer potentiality
Of personalities and crime TV
Regarded daily.
Hypothesize:
Your kids are hungry.

A Little Quiz 8.29.2017
War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
Hard choices.  How strong is your philosophic base?
Carmella Rose Aug 2017
how to get over thee,
how do i stop from thinking of you,
how do i stop remembering our happy moments,
that i still can't get over,
of how you gave me butterflies in my stomach,
you talk like you're from another time,
and yet you're here staying on my present,
and hopefully on my future,
how do i get over my addiction of your
smiles,
laughs
beautiful eyes,
or even your scent of perfume
how do i distance myself from what keeps me alive,
and also kills me twice,
truth is i still hide my pain,
in my empty smiles,
but the eyes show how i really am,
but no one sees,
you are the one who saw me,
in my darkest and brightest times,
you accepted me,
and told me you'll never leave,
but times after times,
i see you and you smile at me,
and your smiles are different,
they weren't as shiny as before,
they were faded,
they show me sorrow.
it feels like crashing,
crashing inside a volcano,
and burning, burning...
until i feel nothing,
i feel nothing,
because
i've died a million times,
from hell woken up to earth,
i do not know what to do,
or what to expect,
i still see you in my nightmares,
i call it nightmares because even if i saw happy moments it still gives me anxiety,
it still gives me so much phobia,
that the thought of being hurt,
again,
and again,
and again,
and again,
gives me so much heartache,
but i still open my heart,
to you,
because how do i get over thee.
how do you get over to someone that picked up your shattered heart from a broken past.
AllyRose Jul 2017
Pulling me in and out of consciousness.
A battle I can never win.
Fighting for peace relentlessly.
Making me out a fool.
A drowning fish that's forgotten how to swim.
If I breathe you in I'll suffocate slowly.
Bound to the depths of the ocean.
A pain that thrives.
Patiently waiting for the moment, when I'll be eaten alive.
Can I captivate the rising sun before I set off this deadly explosion?
How long can I survive?
Been biting the bullet for as long as I can remember.
I refuse to be made a fool this time.
Asby Jul 2017
So what's the point in all of this?
When you will never change
The days have past
The weather's changed
Should I be sorry? Could I be sorry?
I did it all, all for you
Hoping you would see
Your eyes are dull, your hands are clenched
Are we ready?
But you, you think about yourself
Only but yourself
But what about:
Un-lonely nights, romantic moments
The love, The love
What about them
Throw it all away.
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