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Abby M Dec 2
I read a story once
About a bug that crawls into people's ears and lays eggs in their brains
Ever since then I have to cover my ears to fall asleep
It's funny that people think that way
That they matter
That a story WILL happen to them
Because at the end of the day
It might
My options are limited
And my time is way too long
It's quite unfortunate
I don't know what I'm doing wrong
I know the problem
I just don't know the solution
I've hit rock bottom
Now I welcome prosecution
They see me as a burden
I shouldn't be here
I open up the curtain
And let the sun sear
Now we're all on fire
I let in the heat
They fight against desire
I'm the the one to mistreat
I must make a decision
I'm just too naive
One thing they always mention
I must change or leave
Leave...
girl gonzo Oct 9
morning dew drops on your collar
impressing me with the zealous way the seasons drastically measure the moment it takes me
to reach forwards and brush it off
liquid winter falling onto a ***** cement
the names 'mark + bethany' written jaggedly into the cold stone of asphalt
i wait for it to disappear, for the flicker of everything gone to fade from my vision
but it passes too quickly
i look back up and there's no one around
the street is empty and the capricious wind has ceased
a sucker for patterns i walk into a fabric store and feel my hand linger on the erratic linens
fingers paused on the peach organza sprawled like a pink bubblegum sea
and i am swept into the manic fantasies of wearing the sheer tissue-like textile into
the abdomen of your sweaty palm and sinking like a sticky sweet stripe
until you put your hand in your pocket and i spend a year inside melting
into the every thread and curve of your jean until it is nothing but disgusting sugar
everything i could be when i am hidden from sight in the dark caverns of denim pants
who knew the tongue in cheek joke would be nothing but my tongue in your mouth
touching all the way up your gums  
find me sweltering beneath the uvula wondering if i could go back
to the time i found that girl with the mountain logo sweatshirt who whistled between her teeth and hummed all the reasons i should skin my knee and kiss the salty wound because there's no greater pleasure than knowing you don't have to wait for that morning dew drop to fall from their ******* collar
i need to right
what i did
wrong to you.

but i'm of
what might
happen.

i broke your
heart (and mine
too) on accident.
i didn't mean to.
i swear.

if i could go back
and change it-
i'd do it in a
heartbeat.
Mya Sep 18
I need someone to catch me
Because I have a problem
That you might understand
I need a friend
I hope
It doesn't take to long
because I am falling
at a fast rate
and soon I might hit
solid ground
hard
and bleed out
to never wake up
until the right person
comes to wake me up from this
Numb...
Deep sleep
la hawla wala quwwatha illa Billah
there is no power nor might except in Allah

the trees, Who caused, them, from the earth to sprout and grow?
water, Who caused, from the skies, to fall and by the torrents, pour?
the planets, Who caused, to align by the ellipse, by sheer gravity?
the heavens, Who adorned, with stars, of utmost clarity?

which of the blessings of your Lord will you deny?

the sun, Who caused, to shine, to set and rise at appointed times?
the poet, Who caused, the words to flow in deliberate rhymes?
the human, Who caused, to electrify the messages of time?
the offspring, Who caused, to arise from a mix, minuscule?
oh, to men of ancient times, did all this be of ridicule.

indeed, man is flawed.

science is merely an implemented plan.
how can we believe there is a plan, with no Planner?
how can we expect, the gears to turn on their own, with no Turner?

the workings of the universe is defined by science,
but certainly, there must be a Definer?

do you not see the workings of your Lord, now unfurled?
surely, if even then, man does not believe, he has erred.
27.08.2018
I haven't capitalized the words at the beginning of the sentences to show that compared to His superiority, they are minors.
The trees, the rain, the planets, the stars, the sun all have a methodical system which nearly all of us know so I won't explain it here.
By the actions of the poet, I am referring to the activity of the brain involved in all of that, linguistic and whatnot.
By the human, I am referring to mainly the brain and heart, and the nervous system, (which work by neuron signals/ electrochemical reactions) as well as the intelligence He gave us to be able to discover all the electronic advancements of today's technology.
And further. All of these have very deep meanings and loads of references.
I have used the word Allah, because it is the name *** chose for Himself and which He prefers to be called by, and that it is free of all blemishes. The word ***, is flawed, for it can be made plural (Gods), and be assigned gender (***, Goddess).
The name Allah, is neither male or female, and is singular, and is very divine since Allah, Creator and Owner of all Knowledge and Power, chose it for Himself.
(I use pronouns like He, Himself because there are no pronouns in the English language that are gender neutral and singular)
Mix refers to Nutfah, the Arabic word for mixed ****** discharge, the ***** and ****, which anyone who has access to the Qur'an (which is everyone [Internet], can look up as it appears countless times in the Qur'an.
The only source that proposed these ideas, 1400 years ago, was Islam and the Qur'an. So to disbelieving folk of those days, who did not believe in their Lord, all this, science, was ridiculous. They did not believe Allah when clearly, He sent down the revelation. Except for the believers.
To all those who didn't know, yes, there is SCIENCE in Islam, a RELIGION, which many argue don't go together.
Science as we know it, is what man has found out of the truth, with Guidance from His Lord.  Islam, is the truth, which includes all of science. The Truth that Allah revealed very clearly.
I did say the workings of our Lord unfurled as in we've discovered Allah's Plan. But that doesn't mean we can implement it ourselves. Which people argue on today.
But yet, we've only unfurled a fraction of what He has done. Barely a fraction. Indeed, man is a creation. He can only comprehend so much. So it is up to us to be smart enough to listen when it comes knocking at our door.

I am only human. I can only portray what is within my ability with the permission of my Lord. For those who want to read an astoundingly better version of this, look up Chapter 55, Surah Rahman in The Qur'an.
(WARNING: This is not only based on Surah Rahman, it also includes references from many other parts of the Qur'an)
We, as speakers of English can only understand the translation of the original poem. And as anyone knows, to get the complete amazingness of a poem, you need to read it in the language it was written in, especially in this case, since the original Arabic is by Allah, and the translation by humans.
But it still maintains certain literary techniques.
In Surah Rahman, Allah asks the same question, over and over again.  It is because humans are forgetful and we need to be reminded. Repetition instills remembrance and then we think deeply about it.
Plus, we need to be told something countless times, until we understand it.
Thank You for taking the time to read all of this. I hope it helped and opened up a better understanding of this world in your minds.
We are the creation most loved by Allah, and indeed, we can do AMAZING things! Inshaallah (If Allah Wills)
:) SMILE!

If you have anything you want to ask, you can always message me, and I will try my best to answer. But you can ask any others who are knowledgeable on this topic (I must admit I am not as knowledgeable as most).
Just two ships, passing in the night
or two shopping carts, at the grocery store
glances that say, what could'a might'a
or maybe even, more

Who knows, who can postulate
all the what should have beens
some maybes, or conjugates
a minor sin, of skin

The look the pass of eyes
kindling of perchance flames
mentally too compromise
not even knowing, names

Never mind to reconcile
the quiet cost of ecstasy
whether yes, or not worthwhile
just, a crazy glance
and a simple
fantasy
Your eyes meet, for less than a second, yet, you know! :D
Jacob Lyons May 7
I don't know what to do anymore
And this won't be full of rhymes
This is all free-written right now
And this could be the last one
I wanted to live like a rose
Full of beauty until I died
But like most flowers in life
I'm there, looked at, and that's it
I'm sorry if this has no conclusion
I'm praying for one to come to me
And I'm really hoping next month
Says a lot more than what is here
and long since abandoned suitably
   casual to figuratively hack
an itch to be scratched, cuz social security -
   social anxiety did high jack -
qualification to received unearned income,
   boot aye and da missus lack

financial plenti tude, and oft times
   scrounging along the scrim edge line of life
   doth make me postulate to sever ties
   with the living courtesy of a big mack
truck, but that induces immediate revulsion,

   since that modus operandi
   would leave a messy track
thus, the follow ah share
   as this good humor man
   feigns bing out ta whack!

sum *** pull cull me a schmart ants
e'en though i lack an iPhone,
   five, but take
  a fox trot ting pooch cha cha chance
at let mooch hutch
   ah dog gone words dance
across the screen 4u 2 glance

and envision this chap
   to bow, wow and en-hance
springing sprightly
   like a human lance
hoping nada
   to get a rip in his pants
so...kick back n try
   to comprehend this bard *** rants.

GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT QUEST
sprinkled e'er so lightly with ra asp pea common
snazzy, snarky, snaky
non constricting boa tock nickle terms.
akin to a termite ex
   pending energy thru wood to bear

   bore ring search for income quite
   arduous, andslow as a bookworm
   burrowing some great literary tome
back the day, the slogging chore
unsatisfactory, thus, soon tubby sue pine
   wordsmith thought (in jest) to spruce quest per

   my non-conformist
   poetic je ne sais quois
   x cell lent cover letter de jour
for hue to access and me to entertain
   as a minimum less or more
and then...into circular
   filing cabinet ye will store
this non-formal reap ply,

   which email
   will take an cyberspace tour.
pixar could nada pay enough
   for this trainer
   of apple chomping antz
so i wonder if any chance
   whisker of employment

vis a vis thru
   this contrived virtual
   toy story qua ratatouille poetic brew
could materialize
   into a likely chance
such an idea generates me

   to shrek out with excite
   ment and dance
just in case a glimmer
   of some prospect exists
for self anointed bard,

   one who dislikes formality
now presents his technical skills
   which he hopes to enhance
p'raps e'en earn enough moolah
   to sight see the arc d'triumph,
   louvre, paris france

i offer the following poetic expression
   for ye to take a glance
and mebbe help
   this intuitive **** sapiens
   per his income
  to expand and en-hance
which byte size bit torrent humor
   might Putsch chew in a permanent trance

after misinterpreting this mishmash
   as some rave and rants
per even a part time need exists
   please let me share
   some positive stance
with subtle intent
   to place me as worth hiring,
to sway some au currant
   series electronic charge
and ideally affect hypnotic trance.

i betcha never chanced and to reddit
   perhaps you espied a similar post elsewear
   like this iambic pentameter electronic wire
from a boyish looking
   blood muggle father although up in years
(whose nonpareil courage
   to face Voldemort never does tire)
and two near grown girls,
   would consider him a worthy hire

less so to rake in gobs of moolah,
   but to satiate
   this unquenchable hunger and thirst
for further (ahem)
   bits of computer know how to acquire.
although this cover letter of sorts
   conveys teensy weensy, itty bitty
byte size actual work experience
(per this older mist ta lives a boot
   thirty plus miles

   northwest of philadelphia city)
nonetheless, i hanker
   (NOT to be confused with HACKER)
to employ my computer skills, plus bits of moxie
playing at nearby Roxy
burrow, which prompts the following ditty
to express interest to apply manual
   and mental rooted tasks
   ala computer trouble shooting
some ascribe passe or as nitty gritty

on a par with
   the secret life of one walter mitty
whom destiny protected and took pity
merely meant to be silly
yet also an attempt to be witty.
yes no matter how many miles by car
(actually your company might be within
   dead man walking distance)
this nectar savoring opportunity

   would not be considered to far
to use my acumen and interest
   and technologically spar
using graphical user interface programs
   to get unstuck from virtual soiled feathery tar.

iambic pentameter might be a faux pas
and not traditional standard
   genre for a cover letter
i see no reason with rhyme
   why non-conformist modus vivendi
cannot serve as modality

    communicate pursuit
as a computer repair technician go getter
which honest to stem -
   a grounded confession
hopefully affects grim prospects against
   other respondents at least a bit better.

this budding pure breed
   mud half blood muggle prince
born (whom most think me
   full o wart colored hogwash) - yea
truth seeker for employment
does reckon the following poetic way

devoid of employment vitae,
   since that would show a dearth
yet decided to resort to verse
   to induce a byte size mirth
of requisite (sought after)
   technical flowery expertise,
   i do possess the attributes well worth.
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