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Alan S Bailey Sep 2016
Here's my poem about stuff that happens
Especially when you're sitting there in front of
A washing machine bored out of your skull,
You've got the world at your fingertips and
Yet that world isn't really whole.
Of course it's obvious I'm only joking,
This is a great time to be "alive!"
Hug your computer, it'll be your
Best friend, your playmate,
Your GF or BF, it will be your
Sweet 16, your  toy your prideful
Joy, it will take you to places far
And wide and never leave your side.
HOORAY! We all get to die without
Having truly *LIVED LIFE!
Welcome back to reality! OK, now go back and forget about it, this poem is just stupid and nonsense! You know you're going places! So am I! Like yesterday when I sat there for 10 hours straight staring off into cyber space...Ignore me, I'm just some stupid fool...
Jim Marchel Sep 2016
One is none
And two is one.
Survival is redundant
And so is love.
"One is none and two is one" is a basic concept outlining the importance of redundancy in our lives. It can be applied to almost every circumstance, from wilderness survival to a day's work at the office.

Love becomes redundant when two people bring the same thing to the table...It's like when more than one person brings cole slaw to a barbecue.
samantha page Sep 2016
motivation? I have none
yet so much has to be done
I've got my whole life ahead of me
just have to surpass this one moment to be free
free, at least until another day
when I have lots more work and no play
Ashna Alee Khan Aug 2016
I was a spider
I was the Sun
I was a pagan
I was a traveler
when I was all
I was none..
Yang Abao Jun 2016
I either love
with so much
Intensity,

or
I don't love
at all.
There should be nothing it between, you give your all, or none at all :)
hfallahpour Jun 2016
Cut the friendship's rope
Where there's not a ray of hope
take apart the beads of  friendship's string,
If thou agree
from one who is unfaithful flee
abandon false-hearted one
who keeps faith with none
PoetryLover Mar 2016
'twas soon to summer
a message came about midnight
my heart skips a beat
and made a response instantly
what have gotten into you
that made you do the things you're doing
can't decipher, it's out of the blue
but i love it the way you just do

consecutive, almost sleepless nights
randomly throwing questions
partly answering honestly
no, not yet, it's too early
to answer such questions out of your curiosity
but why me

we're talking about our personal lives
and not just simply about books and grades we strive
you talk about things we've never discussed before
you're too vivid and rigid and plain
you have gotten ill, expressive, but you can't explain
the real reason you felt that way towards her
you said the wrong is in you and not in her
you said that you don't wanna see her cry
but you're weak on your own and can't deny
that you almost want to end or just fly
you almost made a decision, you ugly buddy

scream, yell, be loud, rejoice
he's confused, he's out of his mind, he's talking to you
he put his trust in you
with that, i almost forget that you're not free
unlike me
weep, comfort him, and be next to him
he's serious, he's suffering
and he needed me, to help him decide
and i'm the stupid one
the most stupid person ever

the next day you're just fine and both of you we're fine
and told me that you're back to the old you
that it's not bothering you anymore
and i felt a drop in my cheeks
and i felt my whole world freeze
and i felt myself no more
i felt myself, wait, where's myself?
i can't find it anymore.
Judas Mar 2016
We draw the distance between us closer even the odds are imaginary.
We intersect at such point though we are parallel.
Our lines are right, aren't they?

Time and space make it isometric, real.
Is it actually real?
Or actually a tangential feeling which is only adjacent to the vertex of love?
That I understand not.

Mind over matter I must.
Letting the ratio completely imbalance I fall to the critical values of emotion.
The ***** is steeper. I fall if I don't run.

But I think I might just continue to extend the line wherever it takes me.
It might stop or infinitely endure the constraints it intersects.
Well, the plane is vast.
But oh, the world is small.
None
Cassandra Allen Feb 2016
I hear a melody in my head,
A song, and poem with an end.
The end is near as I command.
Left to be read by the living soon to be undead.
My poem,
Oh my song leads only to rotting flesh.
As my word are venom to your bread.
There no meaning just the ramblings of a mad person.
I am so mad, so tired, I sometimes seek death.
My heart shows no ache to the blind,
My voice shows no fear to the deaf,
My trust shows none to the shallow.
For my words are not a peace offering.
No, just the shovel.

The shovel for your grave.
Though I won’t dig,
But you will.
I did not undue you, but I began your undoing.
I feel somber today......
Maria Imran Feb 2016
you don't see me.
it's as if I am hidden from you from behind a shroud
of distances, moments of past and deeper.
it's heavy in its mass I'd say because it keeps us far
it's thin and light in its appearance because it seems like there's nothing in-between
but we know
we see that we cannot see
we feel that we cannot feel anymore.
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