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Jayanta Sep 2015
The nature around us
Provokes to think!

The geometry of nature
Creates coincidences and intersections!
Coincidences of creation- destruction and re-construction!
Intersection reveals the connectivity,
Connectivity between deconstruction and reconstruction!

Geometry portray the commonness and uniqueness,  
Commonness and uniqueness between
‘image and number’ and ‘shape and number’!

It leads all relation to number relation!
Autumn Aug 2015
I know you.
Your colors are lovely

They shine like December's blue snowflakes
Frost liquefies in wake
Beautiful galaxy of pigments
Spiral.
Perfectly Chaotic
Icy black holes pull me
Neverland's star dims
A phone number poem exercise (Have no fear -- this isn't an actual phone number I know).
I remember leaving
I'll not forget the in between
There's nothing in the world
Can erase the things I've seen

But, today I got my papers
got a call upon my phone
My duty now is over
and I am coming home

I've missed a lot
since I've been gone
I've never seen my son
I've never held him in my arms
I missed seeing him turn one

coming home my time is over
coming home my time is through
coming home to be a father
and a husband dear, to you
coming home a tired soldier
coming home but, not the same
coming home to be a person
I'm not a rank and a last name


I missed his second birthday too
But, I won't miss any more
I wasn't there when he turned three years old
But, I'll be there when he turns four

Things have changed
Things will be new
I know this will be tough
I can only promise that I'll try
And hope that  it will be enough

I've thought about you every day
You're in my heart and soul
I'm coming home to you my love
And then together, we'll be whole

coming home my time is over
coming home my time is through
coming home to be a father
and a husband dear, to you
coming home a tired soldier
coming home but, not the same
coming home to be a person
I'm not a rank and a last name
ellie danes Jul 2015
I once ended up
in the middle of Arizona
with nothing but a single cigarette
and a couple mints.
No phone, no money,
not even any shoes.
This one guy on a motorcycle
pulled over to the side of the road
where I stood, lost,
gave me a funny look
and then took off again.
I don't remember how I got there,
but the next morning I woke up in Phoenix
outside a gas station with
50 dollars in my pocket and a slip
of paper that read:
"keep it up, honey" on one side,
and a phone number on the other.
I never called.
I never even wondered
who had written it.
this was an old poem that i posted before but i deleted it but i just found it and i like it so yeah hey!
Henry Brooke Jun 2015
**** it,
I'm done.
I can't take this **** anymore
someone is playing a trick on me
it's like the world was made
mean for the purpose of my own personal torture.
Too much suffering for one man,
surely this isn't just
my life was made to rust.
I am deceived by everyone,
those who speak the alien toungue
of hate, ***, and pride
those who aren't alive.
I've been tourmented
I've been ******
False hope given
then driven back down
to suffocate
in an abyss of black ink
as if to make me long the
smell of the deserved air.

To whatever is pulling those
strings:
on behalf of a simple
mortal being who
dosen't know your ugly face:
I will not laugh.
I shall not cry.
But you are dreaming if you think
I'll give up on my dreams.
Numbers are numbers,
and I'm not on a scale.
So come back where you came
cause I'm gonna try
twice as ******* your ***.

I forgive myself of the pain I am,
having always believed I wasn't a man
and though I feel
the darkness rise to conquer
I will always believe
that light is stronger.
I need some air. This is an open window. I posted this a long time ago but needed to rewrite it just to get over some bitter bitter feelings.
KZ May 2015
Don't give yourself away,
Just because of the weight of love!
The weight of having to tear down those walls,
You so carefully build up,
Only to have them knocked down.

Don't feel pressured,
Take it at a slow and steady pace,
Love the day,
Love isn't a race.
//KZ.M
Hope you like it!
Cat Fiske May 2015
the progression of pain,
is not something you can mark with charts and lines,
it is not something a number on a scale on one to ten can define,
but if you want me to tell you how much pain I feel right now based on these standers of living,
I'd say,
About 4 or 5?

But these stings sit steady on our skins,
Because we so suddenly were the ones with nerves,
to stab and sear away at perfect skins,
like our skin we wore represented our life,
and with every lighter and knife,
we made our life and purpose to live,
less?

Giving us the 1st lesson on,
Place Value,
Because people who don't have pain,
where 1st,
and we didn't even fall 2nd.
and if we all Multiplied,
Our product would leave us at 4th,
and you would still sat 1st.
because you were always made to be more then,

even though 1,
was less then 2,
and 1 was the Odd numbered group.
making 2 feel like a mixed number,
because we felt like a fraction of one,
when we were double of what one could ever be,

and the dullness,
In the question,
Rate your pain,
on a scale of one to ten,
My pain is as high as a ten,
but My pain is as equal to that of number,
one or two,

but I just say the median
"a 4 or a 5,"
because you can't mark,
the progress of pain,
with numbers, charts, or lines,
because everything fluctuates on the graph of life.
Idk I just hate being asked this at the Doctors
They will ruin all of your favorite poems or poets for you. Whenever you read those poems again all you will think of is them.
2. They make you look at the world differently. You can no longer have a simple conversation with a friend. You will always end up saying some deep meaningful thing out of the blue.
3. You will probably develop arthritis. You will never stop writing. They will instill a bug in you that will almost possess you to always write. You will have sore wrists for
days.
4. Whenever you hear something you really like, no matter where you are, you will
snap or murmur loudly in agreement. You could see a great bogo at target and if you like it, you may snap loudly.
5. They will write you a goodbye letter that will break your heart & write the letter with the blood from your broken heart.
Copyright © 2015 by Kathleen McSweeney
KZ Apr 2015
Okay let me get one thing straight,
Lets start again,
Stop the pain,
Rewind to where we mostly happy,
Play those moments,
Fast forward so we could forget about all our sorrows.
What I'm trying to say is,
Lets just start fresh.
I'm very sorry I haven't been posting on here.
ALSO I DELETED MY INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT.
I'm sorry if you guys were trying to find me on there or something-I know you weren't-okay then here's my new poem
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