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Navahopi119 Oct 2017
Throughout Life
We often wonder what Love is.
For some... It's but a simple Word
For others... It's an action
For me
Through it all
It's a way of Life.
How we go about our simple Life
Day by Day
Step by Step
Never once
Wavering with the Love
The Love that we have to offer
-Navahopi119
A moment of clarity
A moment of peace
A moment of thankfulness
A moment of bliss
Internally and externally all is at rest
I take pride in my insecurities
For they are just as much me than the rest of me
And that makes me smile
Accepting them allows me to work with them
Creating something beautiful from the lump inside (me)
Some people see me as:
Condescending,
Oblivious,
Ignorant,
Unaware of anything and everything.
But we cannot solve problems unless we are at peace with ourselves
Remove the logs within us before we hunt the spec in society.
We have our whole lives to create, change and evolve
So why not get a headstart?
My love for you burns like a thousand suns.  
You are the sweetest my lovely honey bun.  
Loving you has brought me unbridled happiness.  
Knowing you love me wipes away all the stress.
The stress that has attached itself to both my work and home life.
That stress pales in comparison to the happiness I'll have when you become my real life wife
My girlfriend and I met on a virtual reality game by the name of: Avakin Life. We got married in the game and she agreed to be my girlfriend in real life. This poem is dedicated to her.
Ellie Dec 2017
Her arms tighten their wrap, fingers clinging to bare flesh exposed,
And I welcome the tightening embrace like a friend claws for a secret disclosed.
I’ve fought for too long to keep her advances away,
A battle destined to be lost in the most undignified way.
And now here I find myself a disgraced statistic caught up in her lair,
A boiling *** of pressure, a shoulder of burden too heavy to bare.

Her breath so hot to my ear spreads righteousness throughout me,
Her legs so entangled in mine separate the confusion within me.
I have a smouldering hate for what she’s made me become,
I’m the lamb who went after the lion, too foolish to run.
To avert the disaster, of a normal life not spent,
The husband not to be, the children now absent.
She’s stolen that from me, a thief in the night,
And I let her in, to unleash her poison in the light.

But with a touch of a hand my hate now dissolves,
An impossible pairing, I feel there’s nothing we can’t resolve.
The warmth of her love transmitted through a word or a touch,
The pain from her look just all feels too much.
She’s a glittering diamond and my greed knows no bounds,
A wall blocking barrier to the prejudice sounds.
Unnatural and unsure, I hate what she’s made me,
But through the fog and the hatred hers I’ll be.
Kaitlyn Oct 2017
Organisation of Lifestyle
Electric colours and designs bring warmth within.
In sight, in every direction glanced.
Blissful celebrations through neon emblems
Like an uninterrupted New Year’s Eve party.
For a world stocked of colour, our instructions
are commonly interpreted in black and white.
Protocol offering comfort and pride
with our requested questions answered.
The world is invariably alive and glistening,
and brimming of adoration from all.
Our life is implemented with a frame
that provides a perspective for routine concerns.
Products are the key elements to run society effortlessly...
at least that’s what it says on the giant billboard.
Manufactured articles allow each day to pass with charm,
with satisfaction as we are personally filled with delight.
Products grant contentment through orders
on how to feel, how to talk and how to act.
The truth shared with us from producing companies
bring forth endless opportunities.
Respect is shown to what is given to our community,
it is avowed that all is same, we are the same.
Recognition is shown through the ability of proclaiming
our lives, equal opportunities
All done through terms of society,
must abide to obtain rights we bear.
Life is lived through the righteousness of companies
delivering organisation for our well-being and greater good.
Our surroundings administer a harmonious attitude,
to each other, to our lifestyles, to our producers.
b Oct 2017
Small town life is simple.
The downtown has no neon.
The streets are long and open.
Begging for the smell of thrashed rubber
And cigarette smoke.

Your mechanic knows your blood type
Your doctor knows your license plate.
Secrecy sounds more like something from a Bond film
Than a genuine principle.

A playground lies across from a cemetery
As though to say no one ever really dies,
Or that it was fun while it lasted.
Randall Walker Sep 2017
broken beer bottles are all I know
these cuts on my hands not just for show
this brown turned red,
turned brown now again,
are the bends flowing in
all withdraws made in blood

the battle now done for the day
but for tomorrow i must continue to stand
these suds of my sins
won't be rubbed off of my skin
because
by yourself
your self
you can't ever save

that phlegm's still stuck in my throat
and no matter the coughs
it won't go away
so
my muscles go lax
my mind grows soft
my up comes down
say
what's holding me aloft?
Tuffy Mutombo Sep 2017
She was drown to superstars
Shiny cars
Fast lives Slow hearts, materialistic worshippers
Loud mouths, voice yelling hand clappers
Just to get a point a across

Attitude filled reality stars
She idolized, visualized and internalized
Their lifestyles

Just to end up losing her own identity

Consumed by what she idolized she forgot to open her eyes

Blinded by perception, while dying to gain acception
Little Azaleah Aug 2017
Your life is fast-paced,
Like the speed of light.
Never able to catch up.

Yet,
The beauty in you retains
Like a oil painting framed on the wall
Forever caught in the moment.

{ e.i }
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