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Poetic T Apr 2019
life's ****** up
          before you have

a red bull and co-codamol

then everything has wings..

              and nothings a pain
                               its just numb,

till reality

          hits 5 minutes before bed,




Then who gives a **** till tomorrow.




                      Rise and then repeat....
Nat Lipstadt Apr 2019
~for the co conspirators, they know who they are, them
foreign poets~


write in solitudes,
provocations arriving from within and without,
the hot magma melting internally,
the sting of red scars from arriving cold asteroid hits

all I’ve got to do is faithfully transcribe
the knife fights, the not OK corral fights,
the trailing comets passing-laughing their tales off
at the black hole idiot
who said writing poetry is
easy peasy

of course making it easy,
no issue no problem,
just by picking up those
peasy pieces
of leftover me

11:48pm 4-4-2019
Thorns Apr 2019
Say the words of the world
Feel the hate and the heart
Crying tears of sheer pain
~
But honey, you'll get through it
One way or another...
"We're just stressed out..."
-Twenty One Pilots
Donna Apr 2019
I had a poem
it paused for a minute then
it floated away
:) I was in garden relaxing and was inspired by the lovely warm sun and birds so I  went to write it down than wham it wouldn’t come out,  mind had forgotten it as quickly as I was inspired to write it , ah well it happens here and there ***
Bryce Mar 2019
Come, O' child of the West!
As the towers fall and the abbeys rust
And the rising glass facades of dust
Preach you lies and folly thus!

In these fronds of existentia
And those shackled souls scared to devise
Diviner's fall their way to sight

For an oculus of clear sky
shivers in green
For utopia never before seen

God, the amalgamate of rock
And every bullet fired lost
Some section of jewel created in you
And gave the ending her fair dues

The safest tree that grows
In empty valley and fair meadow
With dying breath of barren roots she screams
In sunder surrendered everything

As the child, clutched tightly to her breast
The waves of time, in pounding crests
A volley, a riot of thunderous fear
And whisper poison into thine ear

Do not despair, tis not your fate
For those with gold kept still to trade
In Perpetua your colonnade
Shall forever rest that fair maid.
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