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Jared Ross Jul 2018
The clock stares ahead,

Staring.

Flaring, at the paintings,

Staring.

Impatient and bored he stares,

Staring.

The paintings beautiful, four,

Staring.

He grows more impatient,

Waiting.

For them to stare back.

Come on.

But they’ll never look,

Never.

For they are paintings,

Beautiful.

Still in their beauty,

Made.

And he is but a clock,

Always moving.
Nysa Jul 2018
Once I was the one when I followed you,
Now I am the one who regrets following you,

Once you were a statue of honesty in front of me,
Now you are a statue of delinquency in front of me,

Once you were an angel to me,
Now you are a devil to me,

Once you gave me happiness,
Now you are taking away my happiness,

Once I thought you were my saviour,
Now I know you are my destructor,

Once your halo was too bright and lustrous for me,
Now your halo is too dark and dull for me,

Once you were everything to me,
Now you are nothing to me,

Because I NOW know about your BETRAYAL.
Mystic Ink Plus Jun 2018
When they ask, "what do you want to be?"

"An example", just reply.
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: You deserve no less
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Oh! Happy, Confident, It’s finally all done!
My happy moments of truth felt brighter than 30 suns,
I finally got through it even if it hurt a tonne,
annoying all my new friends with overrated puns.

Fans from left to right are finally meeting me there,
I speak words of wisdom and hope that they learn,
they comfort me from all the stories I share,
who knew it would all change you see? When I begin to turn.

Fair skin walks towards me with smiles of pure glee,
I know there’s something here, I see it in his eyes,
he looks up to say, he’s always wanted to see me,
I hold a moment in time, I can see him rise to the highs!

Shades of red covered us both,
it became a blanket of pure hope,
I then vowed to take an oath to see your growth,
to see you excel beyond this *****.

He reminded me of when I was just a dreamer back then,
When I always wondered when...

He sprung up happy, I could tell,
the spark in him never shone so well.
When I was talking to many people starting out YouTube, they would sometimes ask me about it:
    • How can I do this?
    • Is there a secret?
    • Do you know how I can get a following?

In honesty, people just want to see nice, genuine caring people.
Of course you can make views easily by being a **** to everyone because drama sells, but in the end of the day, it was genuine people, being themselves.

One in particular stood out to me when I was young when he started out, was this guy who was really shy at first, but he was an absolute sweetheart, heart of gold and a mind filled with ideas and ambition. I always wanted the best for him and sadly I cut off with them.

Many years later I did see them have their own uprising of following and it made me happy. I was quite glad to know that I could inspire someone to be themselves and go out there to show off who they really are.

I was inspired by irregular ode mixed in with some free versing for this. I wanted to create almost a structure of hope, a feeling of importance and happiness.

Odes are something I do need to practice, but I do think I did a rather good job.
Aa Harvey May 2018
***, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll.


Staring at you, wanting to be you,
Wondering how did you become so deep and in tune,
With my thoughts and my feelings and how did you make me feel?
What you were trying to say with your words and with your sounds?
Who really is the real you?  Reach me and help me find a heart to steal.
You are lifting me up by bringing me down
And every word you say to me is so real.


Rock-a-bye baby on a tree top;
Don’t do drugs, just because South Park rocks!
There’s a rat in my kitchen and he won’t stop singing;
Poppa don’t preach at me because I won’t become a part of your flock.


This poem is for all those who are about to rock!
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
And baby will raise her Devil’s fingers and say “What’s up?”
The God of drugs is the answer to the reason for everything we forgot.


Here comes a blonde bombshell, knocking on my door;
Who knows what she has come here for?


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
PoserPersona Apr 2018
I'm drowning
Each time I go under the waves,
it becomes harder to surface.
At which point will I become lost?

I'm bleeding
Crimson red from my heart, my arm
a sacrifice to you or me.
Is it for love or selfishness?
PoserPersona Apr 2018
Loquacious hypocrite,
to your own misery.
Criticize internally

Obsequious narcissist,
to your own false idol.
No love to be found there

You can’t beguile us
For the swirling voices,
no longer bask in our glow
val Apr 2018
I dont understand how I am living in a world that is not yours
I hope we can meet each other one day
we can get to see ourselves with our own eyes
and we can finally

finally

break the distance
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