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I was living a life  that was mainly
on  the shelf
While feeling de-tach  from the art  it-
As I'm
purpose-ly  forgetting the heart that I left
on the steps
like it was ne- ver  felt
But not quite  the pursuer  of  fortune or fame
to gain steps  or any other
measure of wealth
I am no longer  pleased with
pleasure'n self
Or anything that's hazardous to
my Health
But always looking to improve
While needing that space for
As I take the  necessary positive
cause it alll   Helps
As I'm now..
eyeing the hand that I've been
And as I'm   shuffling with these cards
that I   now hold?
Just know..
that I am looking to show
no  one else
And as for my regards to the cards that I
once held?
I tend  to disregard them practically with
no eff  or  F
Which means  without fail
I   could   care
And as I  sit here  and reminiscence
I once was like a house on a hill   un-
til  I
So most  definite-ly  I had no  sound-
of mind  at the time
Yeah, it was like so  I guess
Yeah man, it was basically allll  stress
And even unto this day  in  re-tro-
I still hold  in  re-gret
Falling in and out of   Luv
with that
Case in point ( in fact ) Oh Yes  I must
that I was still
head over hills   in Luv
with Death
Which lead me to..
Making many more bad moves and many more  wrong-
Man,  I was riding on  the curb  and then I  swerved
and I think I took a  ( hard )  Left
While almost having to   meet
with Death
Yeah, I know
I must admit that I was trip'n
I was totally  at odds  with  myself
But once I caught a glimpse  of
I didn't like what I was seeing
It was mainly ob-scure
and obscene
Quite an ug- ly scene
Man ( Smh )
I didn't even know what I was seeing
And, I couldn't even see  be- yond
the scene
And if you  can read in between the lines and  the seams
and if you had seen what I had seen?
You would know what  I  mean
No doubt
I took it to the  ex- treme
And it went so far  as to have seen  many things through visions and dreams
in  my sleep
And as I recall   it was
so   Deep
But that's one of those records or recollections  I
rather not have to repeat  and that's  whether I'm awake or
whether it's  in  my sleep
So..   for now?    
                            ­            think I'll
                                                        just­ be
eff ( effort ) F ( Failure )
Jay M Oct 2021
Down, down, into the river I wade
Pan in hand, search for the gold of the land,
Little wages am I paid

Day to night,
Don’t say, don’t fight
Pan or pick, it’s better than a stick
To find the find the gold, beautiful and bright
Road to riches and delight

I pan and pan
And dig and dig
Even if it is for a lazy pig
At least it all goes to plan

Day to night,
Don’t say, don’t fight
Wouldn’t want to start a nasty plight
For the rich man's delight

Back is killing me,
But I’ve gotta let it be
Gotta keep it bold
If I wanna find that gold
And bring it right on home

Into the mine with the pick my friend made
To find the glittering gold
Long hours I work, little wages paid
For a little thing to be proud and bold

- Jay M
October 25th, 2021
Writing pieces about different things in history in my Creative Writing class. Today's prompt was the gold rush, and how Chinese workers were massively hired, and sadly considered expendable. The goal was to write a lyrical or narrative poem, based on the given prompt.
I'm a candle
Set me ablaze
It's quiet
I know you'll cave

A drop of water
Plummeting to its death
Shadows scream and chant
Draw your last breath

Step after step
It's not getting closer
One moment I'm here
Sometimes I'm not so sure

I've lost track of time
There was a scream
The voice of an angel
Tearing at the seams

A vision of light
Begs me to decay
It takes two to tango
Only one can be saved

Eyes of fury, the first woman
Wrapped in skin, draped with rage
She choked on words, fell to a crawl
Held me close, told me it's my fault

Towers built of sin fall to pieces
I'm chasing after my lungs
Build me up and watch me die
I'm the butcher of goodbyes

Aspect of chaos stuck in glass
Scented of generations past
I had legs, knew where to stand
Before me was the folly of man

Time after time
He follows his dream
As above, so below
It's not what it seems
I was asked to write about spaghetti but this is what came out, I had a hard time writing it but any feedback is appreciated
Paul Butters Jan 2021
Sing out long and loud
Feel the joy around
Spring is on the way
Dawning of the day

Dawning of the year
Daffies nearly here
Thrusting through the ground
No longer earthbound

Bluebells and snowdrops too
With crocuses coming through
From bulbs hidden in the soil
Life is on the boil

The rhythm of life is changing
Always re-arranging
Looking to the summer
For winter made us glummer.

Looking forward with hope
Rose tinted telescope
I can hardly wait
For now I just anticipate.

Paul Butters

© PB 21\1\2021.
Inspired by "Times Like These" song, originally by Dave Grohl (of The Foo Fighters).
MØ Fitas Dec 2020
Alone she goes in the woods
- dark robes covering her womanhood -
No other thoughts shaping her angular face
But the will to burn Autumn leaves.

A fire set on the auburn ground
- a muddy dough of death -
Begs her coming as flame rise high
And smoke signals the way.

No tears no loud cries
No regrets nor fears
The wish to burn away her past
Stronger than the waving of spears.
Let me unbotton
The scarf of the feelings
Behind your chest
The layers of mirage
That filled you with mist
The fetters around your *****
And let me try
To break your shield
On the rips of truth
On the lips of the lightening words
In the middle of the night
I want to creep so deep
And reach your glass of thought
That keeps you afar
At the doors of the facts
To watch your limbs
Striding the moon
And beam with pleasure
In the eyes of the young
So tightly clung
To the sides of the river
That springs in your heart
With dispatch
That is born in brains afresh
To start from scratch
Poem by/ Hassan Mohammed Alemrany
I listen to Ani DiFranco  
When I want to be inspired
She fills my tortured soul
With lyrical fire

I listen to Ani DiFranco
When I want to hear wisdom
Any given song
Is a musical politics lesson

I listen to Ani DiFranco
When I want to be inspired
She fills my poetic soul
With lyrical fire
some poetic words for my hero
Kenneth Gray Oct 2020
Are you blind? Can you not see?
I do this **** without a thought
I do this **** so effort
Less - ly
Like an old man
sittin in his rockin chair
Sippin on some green - tea
Like I'm speedin down
The highway just free to be - me

Can you not see? Writings like an ***** and it functions like a heart - beat
Boom boom - strap your ***** in and find a comfy *** - seat
Boom boom - my writings all be formin when I'm walkin down the **** street
Boom boom -  Ima be lol'in as my fans line up - boom boom - for a meet n greet.

Do you finally - see?
Its like a mean grean hulkish transformation Ima straight beast.
I be smashing competition like
Michael Jordan - its a straight feast.
Hulk smash! Its a fine treat.
I be swishing all my buckets as they
All be kissin my - feet

It all comes without a thought and
Comes very natural- ly
like a virus - coursing through my veins like a musical dis - sease
Ima sneeze... Achoo!
And pass it onto others - as much as I - please. ***** freeze!
Ima infect the world with my
Musical. - ******

Now that I've laid my piece
While sippin on some green tea
While ridin so free
I hope you finally - see -
Ima straight beast.

I've heard alot of people say I write with a style that sounds like it could be music. So I took that idea and ran with it. This was more of a just-for-fun type of thing more than anything. I like it at least. I read it as rap 😁.
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