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Brent Kincaid Feb 2016
Not a lot has changed inside
From who I used to be.
I’ve gained wrinkles and gray hair
But that’s just humanity.
It doesn’t change the facts at all;
I am still who I always was.
It’s the packaging that changes
And that has a reasonable cause.

When I forget something
Folks call me old and senile
But, the fact is that I have
Been doing that for quite a while.
Ever since I was a kid
As a matter of pure fact.
So, don’t mislabel something
That is not an aging fact.

And when I groan a bit
When rising from my chair
It’s a bad habit I learned
Long ago, some bad where.
It is laziness and whining
And that’s the pure truth.
It has nothing to do with
My distance from youth.

When my eyes get misty
At something I may see
It’s not that old age has
Has totally overtaken me.
It’s because I’ve been around
For enough of these years
To recognize the feelings
That go on behind tears.

So tip your hat to me, my friends
And you surely won’t go wrong.
There is a bit of credit due
For sticking around this long.
It has given me some vision
Due to plenty of hindsight,
To make better decisions now
And to make most of them right.
105D11 Feb 2016
This building is so new, and yet there are already

spills on the ceiling.

How could something so pure, so full of potential, have

spills on the ceiling?

This baffles me.

If the people inside wanted to ruin the beauty and the goodness of this place, they would spill on the floor, the carpet, or even the walls but they would*  never

spill on the ceiling.

How could this happen?

We did nothing wrong!

These

spills on the ceiling

are staring me down, daring me to run, to give up.

But  I will stand my ground

because I know that

Someday,

these

spills on the ceiling

will come crashing down. And though it will hurt, there will finally be a way out, through the hole that appeared where the

spills on the ceiling

had been.

And we can run away, where the  spills  can never

hurt us

*again.
neko-nae Feb 2016
So here I sit,
millions of thought moths
rattle through my
skull, like change
at the bottom of
her purse--

the trees whisper
silently, urging
me to be still,
quiet, patient--

they give my heart
peace as winds
tickle my skin
in tender kisses,

I long for your
company, embrace even--
The winds of time bring me patience-- in Green Hill Cemetery. (02.01.2016)
Bonswan Jan 2016
If you wait at the edge of the ocean
You give every bottle at sea a purpose
every message that was written
you are what they put hope in

*if you're feeling like nothing and want to be more
go to the water and wait by the shore
I’ve always been known as a hopeless romantic,
I love love and everything about it,
I want to find it in the purest of forms,
and finally feel what others adorn.
To see the love in there eyes,
to feel the love in their words.
To thank God everyday
for colliding our worlds.
Little Bird Jan 2016
I fall in love
WIth the idea of Love
I know I do
coz with every end
I wonder what I ever saw
Why I wanted him so much
How I got so blind

It was just but
The thought of love
of being inlove
of finding love
I want it so bad
My heart goes  blind.
Jeffrey Oliviero Jan 2016
In no way am I trying
to intrude, jeopardize,
or interrupt your life
Before farewell my friend
or a final goodbye
I need you to know
there will be a guy
Waiting on stand-by
Dying to knight, shine,
and finally make things right

If you ever need me
No matter the reason
I will run full speed
and be there immediately
the next guy better appreciate
Every breath you breathe
You should mean to him
Everything and more
than you mean to me

The two of you
should always stay true
Leave nothing to prove
Celebrate while winning
because it ***** when you lose
It's like smelling shhh
and the last place you look
is under your shoes
Just keep a tight grip
and let nothing elude

With that I'll say
Goodbye for now
Margo May Jan 2016
for almost two and a half hours
we talked
mostly he talked
and i listened
but i could listen
to him all day
and never be bored
i could listen
to his stories
with undivided attention.

school
soccer
coffee
family
friends
childhood
church
­funerals
weddings
honeymoon
adoption
orphanages
relationships
hea­ven

maybe some day
you’ll discover my secret
maybe some day
you’ll smile in agreement;

until some day
i’ll be patiently waiting.
Lukoje Jan 2016
Insanity* is not
doing the same thing over
and over
expecting a different result.

Because I do
a mathematics exam paper
every week
always getting a different result.

Insanity is not
loving someone that doesn't
love you
back the way you deserve.

Because I have
loved my grandfather
each day*
since death stopped his heart.
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