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Livia Apr 2015
1.
Something disgusting; avoid at all costs.
You do not want to smell it when it’s rotten.

2.
A curvy red, green, or yellow fruit, sitting and waiting for someone
To take a bite out of its perfection.

3.
An over-priced computer or phone
That was just made to break.

4.
Still attached to the top branch of a tree
Waiting to be picked, but that time never comes.

5.
An apple a day keeps the doctors away?
An apple keeps anyone away if you throw hard enough.
Just a fun free-poem
Chase Hunter Apr 2015
We walk in and start looking around for something we want
We wander around trying to choose the next chapter
but its hard with so many surrounding us

Then the owner comes over and shouts at you
saying, you are taking too long
everyone else has already chosen

You start getting anxious because you are searching
for what feels like forever
and still can't figure out what you want

Your rush and grab something that looks safe
Just to find out that it wasn't what you needed
It wasn't what you wanted

So you close it
put it back on the shelf
maybe to find interest in it in the future

Until then, we will just keep looking
for something that catches our eye
and inspires us to turn the page.
Hunter K Mar 2015
The monster is out tonight,
And is ready to bite,
He is looking to fight,
He stands 7 feet in height,
Not one man nor knight,
Could take him down towards the light.

One terrible day,
A brave little man had something to say,
He declared he was going to slay
the big old beast within the month of May,
Everyone knew this man was just old prey,
As he was going to meet the highest price to pay,
When that beast came stomping his way.

That night the monster was hungry,
He was looking for something crunchy,
Something oh so yummy,
Our time together,
Passed far too quickly,
But in so little,
You taught me so much,
Some of it bad,
Most of it good,
You showed me,
How to be myself,
Gave me confidence,
Gave me trust,
Proved that I could care,
Proved that I could cope,
You built me up,
To a point where I could,
Lie down next to my mother,
And tell her my secrets,
Secrets I had never told,
That I thought I would never tell,
But needed to be said,
Maybe that time was clouded,
By the arguments and stubbornness,
But you were my first Valentine,
And you made me happy,
I will never forget that,
And what means the most,
Is how you put my happiness before your own,
Even after we were over.

What I'm really trying to say is this:
Thank you.
Adam Childs Mar 2015
Towers tumble, egos fall
My house, is on fire
But I will not get there
Chest squeezing in despair  

My heart is breaking
The ropes are slipping
And life is disappearing
Just keeps on racing

Been such a fool
Always born a tool
Paddled and paddled but
Yet so wasteful, in my toil
  I had to spoil

Just missed the bus
There goes my train
The enemy scores again
Though my legs how insane  

Keep on falling
My heart is calling
A tumble ****
Just keeps on rolling

Spent so long
Looking for answers
In places that had none  
The harder I try
The more I cry

As I am suddenly awoken
surrounded by costume
An actors changing room
Never learnt my words

But there is a
Blissful realization
When you see your
Life just slipping
Out of site, far away
Down the drain

As abandoned waters are lifted
A myriad of moonlight sparkles
Scattered sent shimmering
Cascading across my waters
I feel no need in responding  

When I am humbled
powerless out of control
My life vanishing  
A black hole
A dark void

I have to ask did I loose
my life or did I just
Serendipitously
just FIND IT
Amanda Mar 2015
As selfish as I felt it was,
in the beginning I couldn't understand,
how much he had changed in the time
I knew him and that I didn't want
our time together to end.

Two years later and I'm here,
and I'm able to rethink about the past.
The recollection isn't as hazy
and the memories are less painful
when I can see the picture being painted
in a whole new light.

He let me go because he was unable
to give me the things I needed.
For that, he was doing me a favor,
letting me go so I could find someone
to love me the way I needed to be.

Sometimes I look back on those memories
and they feel more painful than right now.
But at least I can appreciate that
over time, I was able to see he was more
sorry than I once believed him to be.
I'm the one who is sorry.
the expression
on the face of people
close to death
is different

their eyes look elsewhere
they seem to see
a world alien to us
yet eerily familiar
   a place we have known
   to exist
   but never acknowledged it
   to be important
   for ourselves

they will not tell us
what they see
    their lives fast-forward
like films
    a brighter future
   the blackness of darkness

we will not know
until we ourselves
have that same look
on our face

also
unable to tell
Five Fingers Feb 2015
sometimes i search for you
in the corners of my mind
where im dying to get out
and keep running until i find
what we used to be
the things we used to share
im trying to find YOU
so please, are you still there?
Endless Horizon Feb 2015
It has been a long time
since our eyes have met once again.
Yet, I have gotten stronger
I have gotten wiser
from the being I once was.

From the being that fell in love with you.

I know that now.
And I won't let it happen again.
Never.
Ever.
But I find my efforts at self control futile
as every morning I still search
for you.
I stop and think:
"No. It's over. I'm done."
And I carry on with life

Like nothing ever happened.

But now so suddenly
you, who didn't care about me,
you, who didn't even turn to look my way
you, suddenly did.
And I don't know what to feel inside.
Happiness, joy, excitement, hope
anger.

But know this.
If you're looking for another shot.
You've got it all wrong.
You're already too late.
The people who know me in real life will probably figure out who the subject of this poem is.  Lol. Actually no, only one friend that can figure that out.
*To that friend: I actually don't feel happiness inside okay, I just feel really annoyed. That is all.*
In other news, sorry for making it really long. I just don't know how to express this in 5 stanzas below. Do you see my problem?
EDIT: I forgot to mention I'm back from my hiatus! yay! I shall be posting more poems here as my thoughts have all accumulated and I actually have material to write about now :)
Leal Knowone Feb 2015
the mirror of the soul is broken,
spilling out a river forever flowing,
as eternal agony soaks in ,
I can't control were the gears are going.
Is my valued machine broken?
Can it be repaired by you ?
Can it be rust free again, in a world were all is painted blue?                                                       Who would have thought the igniter,
would become the cause of the stole?
Causing us to be fighters
but when does it all get old?

LOOKING GLASS

Broken mirrors, this floors so cold and wet.
All is shattered and ripped apart.
Look into the mirror don't forget.
Look to find a slow beating heart.

Cold yet beating it isn't dead!

LOOKING GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7 years bad luck roll over.
A black cat that was once loved,
now has gone over the shoulder.
Question this the loved.

LOOKING GLASS

It all changes and circles,
like the gears to the machine,
watched over by it workers,
but there's piercing laser beams.

Forever grow, river flow, broken souls, sanity goes, the lost soul different highs, different lows,different eyes, visions unknown.

LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN
LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN

Never know, true control, societies soul, vanity goes, the lost notes
different thoughts, indifference lost, so its fine, vision unknown.

LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN
LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN

Did you break the mirror too?
Will it bring about misfortune,
our colorful different hues ?
When did this destruction begin?
Rivers flow into the ocean.
The water construct and destroy.
Beginning of the end, beginning again.
The mirror of the soul is broken.
SPILLING, KILLING
looking glass, LOOKING IN

The mirror of the soul is broken.
Spilling out a river ever flowing.
I'm letting it all soak in.
Is this vile machine broken?

looking glass, LOOKING GLASS, looking glass, LOOKING GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!
The blackened mirror can still see into you
Castle Of Sin
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