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Adelaide London Apr 2017
Stuck.
Nothing.
Nada.
Zilch.
Zero.

(i'll tell you a truth if you come real close)

I've run out of ideas.
my mind does not work

From the Order. Logic. Brains.
The. Sanctuary. Of. Day. To. Day. Life.

to something that is all
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and
idon'tevenknowhowi'mformingthis­sentencerightnow
itdoesn'tevenmakesense

In truth, this isn't really a poem.
Just the ramblings of a crazy girl

whosjustadmittedthetruth
I've squeezed the juice out of my brain. Need to dip it back in water.
Timothy hill Apr 2017
He was a brain and he was not insane.

Nor did he like to complain.

On and off, of a stage his talents are great and fame.

So let's go get ticket's to see his way.

Many came he was shy with pink sides and gray.

No reason, to be that just show us what's under that hat!

He took of his hat, and just like that there eyes feels with grain.

Oh dear, what's that of this stage.

He is a brain, how can he be here.

No body, no soul, no solidness to take hold.
Limmerick style.
denise Mar 2017
Directly related to gravity is the principle of escape velocity. Escape velocity is what we call the speed that an object must travel away from the planet or satellite to free itself from the gravitational pull. The stronger the pull of gravity, the more speed that is required for the object to free itself. Conversely, the weaker the pull of gravity, the less speed that is required to be released from a gravitational pull. The escape velocity for an object on Earth is about 25,200 miles per hour. It would be easier on the moon, which has an escape velocity of 5,355 miles per hour.*

I don't remember when I started to fall for for you.
I don't remember when your arms started to pull me, holding me close like it was the gravity keeping you to this earth. You held on to me like I was the only reason you were still here. I used to think I was the reason for your existence.

I don't know what truth is anymore but I remember it was you who made me feel this way.

You told me once that you couldn't imagine being without me.
You told me that that I was more than just the sun who kept your days bright. I was the moon who stayed with you on the coldest of nights.

You pushed me back and gripped my hands and you didn't let me go.

----------

I don't know if you remember any of this.
I don't know if you remember the moments we've shared or the secrets we've kept.

Oh, the tears we've shed.

I don't know if you care.
I don't know if you've ever cared at all.

I told myself it's nothing.
I told myself that I'm better off without you.  

Oh, the tears I've shed.

It's been two years.
My heart no longer mourns for you yet I still can't help but wonder when I will ever be free from your orbit. I don't know if I'll ever be strong enough to face it, to face you.

What I do know is that I want to escape.
I want to be free.
I will be strong.
I *will
be free

I know who I am.
I know what I want.
Knowing is enough for me.
this for now.
Graff1980 Feb 2017
Life seldom grants us absolutes
Before the truth of reason
Comparison was treason
Ignoring the fact
That some have and some lack
Was common practice

Justice was lackluster
Politicians and business men

But now with all the information we have
Reason and comparison should be elevated
Inequalities should be seriously debated
Not with flowery words which inform so little
But conceal so much, but with science
Because facts find hidden truths revealed
And there is seldom to much truth
Pinkbun17 Feb 2017
I can feel it
Running through my veins,
like fire
A fury that can't be held on to
It escapes through the cracks
And rattles the ground below them
All this time, I couldn't help to think-
Were we all that blinded by dreams?
Hope is a wonderful feeling-
if it's made solid
by reason.
Tell me,
is projection
of weakness?

Enough,
to stop
actions of
a strength?
1.5 billion Muslims. Maybe we should start thinking about their needs? If God loves his people why would he want a Holy War that kills them all?
Blossom Dec 2016
Bountiful bunches of baby beliefs
Flutter freely and flawlessly off frigid folios
To lavish lands where little logic is left
An alluring and angelic archipelago
In which wonderfully written words will make their whereabouts
"Art is devoid of life until imitated."
404 Dec 2016
We should call it logic
"How can you just blindly trust logic?"
"I don't believe in logic, that's my opinion and I'm sticking to it."
"Logic is just a hoax!"
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