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MsAmendable Jun 2015
Do not touch
The shards of glass
That lay fallen
Where the bottle broke;
No matter how pretty they are,
Or how nicely they catch the sun,
And no matter that they gleam like stars,
Because the edges are sharp,
And could cut your fingers,
And leave you so brilliantly broken;

And yet I still found you
Crouched beside glass like crushed diamonds
With thick beads rolling down your fingertips
Gleaming impossibly red like rubies
On crystal edges
With no regrets or regards
And I can't say I blame you.
Courtlyn Quay Jun 2015
Today, I killed a man at the cinema. I exhaled softly watching the smoke catch itself on my words. He sits there in his chair. It's a shame it came to this. I guess I didn't have much of a choice. The end of my smoke ignites as I give life to the embers. I exhale softly. The movie continues to play. In honesty if god needed a reason for taking this mans life it was for his taste in movies. A smile escapes my lips at the thought. I pat him on the shoulder, confused he peers behind him and looks at me. I lean in close and reply...
This is the good part. lean back and finish the job. Smoke sticks to the air as I put my cig out in his hair.
Poetry by MAN Jun 2015
Your VIBE brings me to life
Here's my Heart take a slice
Wicked is my nice
Random like a roll of dice
I see your shining soul
Illuminating is your glow
Inside I start to grow
To love you is to know
Excuse me if I'm blunt
I've just returned from the hunt
Clean my fangs hear me grunt
Motion master every stunt
Fine flesh I must taste
Luscious lips I won't waste
Primal pleasure we embrace
Have you seeing outer space
Wolf spirits howl at the Moon
Ravaged in a hypnotic swoon
Bodies slap create tribal tune
Wrestle play sacred boom boom boom..Hollaaa!
Priceless like a Shaman Dollaaa!
Wear war paint instead of a collar
Genocide survivors of slaughtered sorrow
Faith our strength with it we build tomorrow...
M.A.N 6-10-15 I wrote this awhile back..I decided to do an edit here's the result..
Nicholas Fogle Jun 2015
I used to walk with hate.
Brimstone in my chest was my heart.
Misanthrope-Hater of humans.
Hate for the way they daycare the planet with,
War, Hate, Theft, Violence, Torture, Madness.
I was human too and I wasn't that bad,
so self help books is where I began.
With that start I began to become art.
However, I didn't know where I was going or what to do with what I was learning.
I was at the inception without an origin.

                                       Then,
                                              I met her

                                         It was nothing at first
       She was nothing and so was I.
                                   I didn't even think she was all that attractive,
            back then.
                             She was a nobody and so was I.
                       A ******.
                                                         ­                      An odd ball.
                                         A stranger.
                      weak,
           wacky,
                                                          ­                          STRONG,
                           ­         ****,
                       average,
                                                        ­           amaZING!

                                                       ­     I didn't know what to call her.
                  Now she's a friend and only the future could tell.
            And yet, she made me happy.
She made me more me.
                                     My thoughts were so lost
            all over.
                                          she did this.
                                                           ­ I thought I hated it,
but she was a damaged good.
She made it good to be damaged.
                                                        ­                                 And I was so broken.

It took so long to figure it out and I was so confused.
Despite her not knowing or feeling the same.
Despite all the hardship.
Even if it means nothing.
Some way and manner,
I can't explain or understand.

                                                    ­I love her
Feeling my First Love
Poetry by MAN Jun 2015
In silence I shall love
Heart beats peace become the dove
Push nah a gentle shove
So below..As above
Finding ones divinity
Swimming in  serenity
Claim I am an enemy
Scared to be friend to me
Communication is a handy tool
Glean experience to something new
Recognize false become the true
Many in society like to act the fool
Some words are read but never heard
Silence vibrates becomes a verb
Plant it..grow it..smoke the herb
Outlaw nature so absurd
Speak out of turn..Who are you hushing?
To right person these words may be touching
Hopes evolve to dreams..that money is crushing
Elevate those who turn nothing into something
Stories unfold in a world so cold
Children's innocence still bought and sold
Continue to fix mistakes of the old
Everybody has a story that should be told
A poet doesn't have to stand up and preach
Truth flows free you can feel my soul reach
Bring it together in one big speech
Raise Vibrations we need to teach
Attractive is intelligent
When triggered made relevant
Package now they're selling it
Brains bigger than an elephant
Flex good thoughts like a muscle
Practice everyday the spiritual hustle
Continue to write truth feathers will ruffle
My silence speaks loud no longer I can muffle...
M.A.N 6-4-15 I did an edit and finished this today..I really felt good writing it..
Poetry by MAN May 2015
Oh God I'm such a Devil
Next level I was born to be rebel
Bury me alive here's the shovel
Built I am from trouble's rubble
Curse worse in verse than any MAN
F*ck your plan on sacred beliefs I stand
Take my land slaughter my clan
Common sense you fail to understand
I am the blood watch me stain
Empires fall ideas remain..
Blood spills overseas Government playing war games
Power and money helps you live with your shame
Poetry key to unlock the cages
Master every level document the stages
I am a book living my pages
Every story I'm in so outrageous
So Devil I am why would I claim to be
Flow wicked spin spells to my destiny
Pull me over question me
Tell me officer what do you see?
A shade of color that isn't white
A souls so dark eats up all light
Shoot me down without a fight
Your own destruction you ignite
Streets on fire media fans the flames
Justice bleeds truth watch it drain
Anger plus death multiplies the pain
Our lives on the line Yo..This is no game..
Continue this dance to our doom
Apocalypse now hear the boom
Don't really believe..just assume
The Devil is the darkness in the room..
M.A.N 5-22-15 Original title was "Devil" either way I'm trying to take it to "Next level"..Future slam material hopefully I can memorize and nail it..
YoungSymba May 2015
Shadows of my reflection. I found bliss in crawling on walls freely, camouflaging with the dark and the moon's exposure whereby my identity surfaced.
My emancipation from the mundane. Stay right beside you though you aren't around,I repetitively question who am I? We're one yet separate entities. I enjoy knowing you're around though at times you disappear when I'm in the dark. (Erase the last line)I'm appreciative of the shelter you provide. There was harmony in my resonance with nyctophilia.

You're always here with me. I'm always here with you. Nothing contrary to that.
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
Poetry by MAN Apr 2015
I wrote this for a slam to explain who I am
Hello it's poetry by M.A.N..Yes I am a pseudonym
Mystery I provoke to make the theater choke
Words play every stroke feel emotions can you cope?
I'm here to make it clear rhyme in poetry you shouldn't fear
Twisted is the mirror many levels are the tier
Competition is vital keeps us questing for a title
Who will be my rival in this poetry Survival?
Hit you with love..Vibrate rooms like a club
Ba doom Ba doom voice bass hit you like a Sub...
Woofer...Heart is full not hallow
LIKE ME! If there was a button would you follow?
Messenger M.A.N twist my tongue for this slam
Aw **** gawd **** he thinks he's a rapper M.A.N  
Simple..direct witness this vocabulary wreck
All due respect..don't want to be correct
Commercial break watch me pop with my snapple
Acquired many skills hope my talent is ample
Kung fu poet choose any style I will flow it
Talent is the seed..I nurture and grow it
MAN of bone creating a melodic tone
Feel comfort inside like your coming home
Shaman Buddha this hybrid will school you
Magnetic seduction runs right through you
I vow to play my part in this world of art
Watch me butterfly to a new start
Blow my nose with prose
Just words without flow
Stand up on stage put on a good show
Hope y'all enjoyed poetry by MAN
Speak not in 1st or 2nd but the 3rd I am
Run blogs on tumblr..Facebook can't stand
"Throw your mind's in the air" Top rope body SLAM!!
M.A.N 4-11-15 Yeah I wrote this for a slam I performed this piece in Visalia, Cali on 4-11-15 it didn't score well judges seemed a bit confused by it..I did fumble a bit eh I'm still working on my slam skills...
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