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False Poets Feb 2018
there is no value in a poem that reads
_____
_____
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M M l i f e s u c k s x x x n o p o e m i g o t

just

nerve; crap bs, a denial of craft

seek the intelligent intelligible,
kiss the sensational thrill that
emotion harvests with resonating tenses
that beg our brains to differ, sense

this claims,
there is no value in no words is
a hoax cloaked as art by the weak,
make thy metaphors metastasize,
my every cell, a preposition,
preposterous and precious and
comforting in their
privations and provocations

speak to us in alpha and
line our eyes wide,
with pictures at an exhibition
of a faun immobile and beauteous

let me hang on every word of yours and
let it be the raft that sees me happily
unsafe home

take your bs line poem  
shove it down your silent voice

this is not avant garde; this is insulting

p.s.  write me a smile and all will be_____
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and sometimes you just have to let them go,
not because you are  not strong enough to fight for them,
but because they wont even try to win you
i had to let you go because i was tired, tired of everything ...i just couldnt take it anymore..........
Johnny walker Feb 15
I remember when I was a kid when It raining bad weather my dad would say Its all these aeroplanes the
satellites and rockets Into space

that have caused the weather we were having I would think he was being silly but know I was wrong
he was correct

for he had  seen the changes from his day as a kid like I'm seeing now he said we were destroying the world but we didn't take things seriously
when kids

but If had realised my generation good have prevented so much of what
Is happening now "If
only"
My dad was right he had seen us destroying the world will all the pollution pump Into the atmosphere
sophia moz Dec 2018
how long did it take you to forget?
the overwhelming pain that latches onto your heart and won’t let go
it will always be there
watching
waiting
for you to break
you are surrounded and there is nothing you can do to rid of it
because this is what your life is now
constantly drowning in the waters that are depression
A Harris Aug 2018
Both the wait and weight of my heart, is the anchor I must set free.
Mary-Eliz Mar 2018
Through the gray fog
of sub-conscious
she seeks the laughter
shared by others
soft eyes full
of questions and desire

With the deepening
Autumn shadows
Winter hovers
in her mind
bitter and sodden
burying all the once warm places
with its icy cover

As endless afternoons
stretch out
in front of her
she reaches
for something
to hold on to

Her slender fingers
cling
to a book
with no substance
just words upon a page

while her fragile mind
weaves a tangled
web
to catch
the scattered elusive thoughts

But the web is empty
its silken threads broken
no longer able to hold onto
eternity
JayceeJellies Dec 2017
I want to hold on to you,
even if it burns me.
I want to be next to you,
despite how you've hurt me.
I hate not talking to you.
els May 2016
the colourful clouds
brightening up the
sky with many
wonders.
happy smiles
planted on our
faces.
when the sky turns
grey,
will sorrows fill
our hearts?

someday it won't.
we'll be able to
hold the colours
instead.
it's ok May 2014
The stars were once so friendly,
dancing with the moon to radiate on each
satellite, plant, galaxy solar system
The stars were once so bright,
But that was before they saw a bitter life form
And they dimmed a little
They met the city lights, and saw they were
least important with such beauty,
A planet with stars of it's own,
which lead the stars to dim enough
But then the far away suns noticed
Hatred, and the beloved planets
not being taken care of,
water sources being drained,
Fake satellites being place all over,
The forbidden moon having
Earth's stolen elements stabbed into
Planets hid, and now
All the stars are all a dot to twinkle
Still holding onto that last piece of illumination
and lately, the moon seemed a little dimmer
How many times
How will you write
About a glorious light
It's mighty bright
When will you realize
it's worse off than you
                                        Let me be when I stargaze
            The sky will look back at me and reminiscence
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
Whose got the answers?
Rise oh rise!
Whose got the answers now?

Whose criticizing?
Oh rise, oh rise?
Whose criticizing now?

Who thinks they know,
and who knows they think?

Trumping their thoughts,
onto me?

Who knows what's right,
and who knows what's wrong?

Who has the answers to fix everyone?

Tell me, oh tell me,
I just have to know,
whose got the answers now?

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