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i find a peace in these lines
with a black colored pen
whether i’m quoting my favorite band
or writing my thought

I CAN
fight these feelings
control those channels
and organize the walls’ panels
and sing my favorite song

all in between these light blue lines
everything turns fine
Erali Pisce May 2015
"I wish to engage in many battles of the tongues with you, m'lady."
Sara Jones May 2015
I'm not a poet
I shouldn't claim the like
Because a poet would know more
About struggle and strife
While I myself lay my head on a bed
Some poets stay up all night
Driving home their nails
Into the coffin of conviction
How dare I say I'm impaled.
While others wrote beautifully on social issues or on love
I sit and stare at the wall
I churn out writings on things such as white struggles and heartache
I'll write about the same boy over and over again with a different ad lib.
I'll write about voices in minds I can't reach or begin to comprehend
So tell me how I'm a poet, again?
Because I can write a line and hit an enter key
I somehow think I'm a cool *** thing.
Nah man, I'm not a poet
I'm a wannabe
md-writer May 2015
I saw two lines running beside each other
on a converging course.
To avoid conjoining before the proper time had come,
I sought to make them parallel;
but now it feels like they are moving
in opposite directions and

I don't know what to do.
Can you help me?
Francie Lynch May 2015
We draw them in sand,
On sidewalks and crime scenes;
We adore them on Granny,
Abhor them on maps.
On chalkboards, I will not...
In Clubs, Don't I know you...
In poems we can hear them
Playing songs of I love you...
A line is infinite,
Yet begins with a dot;
Those lines run right through us,
Like it or not.
Zhen Apr 2015
There are blurry lines in front of us,
They are called the friends and lovers.
We didn't choose it,
We knew that,
We are more than friends but less than lovers.

No one dare to cross that line,
What is await of us in front
Is not a wonderful future.

We have secrets that no ones knows.
Those secrets are a way to prove that
our relationship was real.
We are just comfortable
the way we are.

Those blurry lines of ours will remain there,
until the day we have courage to move forward.
Amitav Radiance Apr 2015
Draw a line
Feel the boundary
Not to trip over
Or falter
Only a line
Yet, restricting
Undulating ground
No straight lines
We may try
To draw perfect lines
Futile attempts
Only chasms
Line goes deeper
In hearts and
Annals of history
Edges out many
Marginalizing humanity
1...2...3...4...
A few is not enough so go and add more
5...6...7...8...
You're doing the one thing they all hate
9...10...11...12...
Go ahead, Scream and yell
13...14...15...16...
No one could ever fix me
17...18...19...20...
Okay enough, I think thats plenty
21...22...23...24...
Okay girl, thats enough, please no more
25...26...27...28...
****** girl, don't seal your fate
29...30...31...32...
So many people would weep for you
33...34...35...36...
Please stop, we can fix this mess
37...38...39...40...
Okay,***, this is getting boring
41...42...43...44...
Now her existence is no more
Some of you will know this battle...the battle between you and yourself...
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