Vexren4000 Feb 20

Two prisoners,
Trapped in a cage designed by them,
Built and established by them.
They made the locks.
Yet forever they remain,
Trapped inside a gilded cage.

In perpetual solitude I linger in the shadows.
Fragmented in which pieces to me are unbeknownst... unrecognisable.

Am I who I was or am I nothing but a memory of what I once were? Something other than me. A corrupted part of my insanity.

Maybe I am nothing more than lifeless flesh, rotting in perpetual solitude.

Chris Neilson Oct 2016

Watching way up high
'planes criss-crossing the sky
weaving geometric vapour trails
from multiple metallic tails

Watching from a hill
motorway traffic standing still
clogged up, bogged down and static
motorists somewhat short of ecstatic

Watching through my windscreen
at every unfolding scene
nose to tail, tail to nose
bumper to bumper, queue jumper

Watching through my glasses
the flow of the human masses
everyone in perpetual motion
c'mon baby do the locomotion!

just thought I'd toss that last line in :)
Cody Henatt Sep 2016

The world brought me to my knees so often that
I chained myself to a wall;
Though I am secured to its masonry,
From time to time I start to fall.

Wrists slide from their shackles, to the abyss below,
Where the quiet seems to stretch out like a warm embrace.
Where the trembling lips and shaking forms cease,
Where no longer exist the tears that roll down my face.

But perhaps I have too much resilience,
To break away from my bondage;
Though I often squirm against the metal,
Feeling as if I've been taken hostage.

Each morning I wake in peaceful silence,
Yawning, stretching, starting the day.
But a mournful agony screeches inside,
Manipulating my thoughts and the words I say.

The world brought me to my knees so often that
I chained myself to a wall;
Though I am secured to its masonry,
From time to time I start to fall.

Jamadhi Verse Jul 2016

You exist to me as an undulating sea
moving in tides and spittle of foaming ecstasy,
endlessly erasing the landscape of the shore,
letting it settle in place to erode it once more.
I’ve grown used to the roar of your blue, rolling surf
pounding into my heart and shapeshifting my earth.
Submerging my dunes like watery graves,
dismantling the sands, then pulling them away
into the greedy backrush of your merciless brine,
leaving only my tender foundation behind
as my testament to you reassembles in vain,
hurriedly before the next intense wave
of unbearable yearning.

I hear your sea churning as I quickly erect
ridges of reverence and barriers to protect
what is left of my precious sandcastle dreams.
Burying my pearls in their crypts hid beneath
as my reckless drifts restructure the beach
in a desperate attempt to addictively reach
and kiss the hungry lips of your invincible ocean.
Every grain of my utter devotion
surrenders willingly to your fluid motion
as I forever bear your ebb and flow:
the waves of longing that come and go,
that engulf the landscape of my soul
and draw me into the horizon.

J.M. 2016

Dawn of Lighten May 2016

Cradle upon the spooned arms,
And the sunken fetus lay at ease.

As the night sky yield a breeze,
And the illumination of dawn woken by the alarms.

Serendipitous actions peak with charms,
And all things calm to a breathless sieze.

The presence brought myself to a knelted knees,
For the shimmering fire showed no harm.

We can only glisten by the laughter it gimmer that all things are going to be okay!

Symbolically spring is beginning of life, and there are stories in every spring, also known as rebirth, or dawning of a day! The more you can let go of control of a moment, the moment will flow with the stream, and with it you can take a journey where it flows with the current.  Such is life willing to take a chance, and see the results unravel it's mystery.

Perpetual war
With my soul
I think its almost done
For now
I'll dial you when it comes back
Just make sure you're ready
For anything

Thomas Rex Mar 2016

All my days start out the same:
every single minute
is reflective of the
ever simple second
is there a silver to the lining of my linens?
The underground; they just don't know

There's wisdom in my patience
a poetic slander
to the ever passing hour
I'm afraid of singing in the shower
and touching bodies with the flowers
because I am frightened of bees

Brianne Jan 2016

I am a living chaotic mess
Strange, when you're a fan of cleanliness
I want to do everything
Yet, have the ambition to do nothing

I am a conflicted individual
That's looking to just unfold
I want people to know how scarred I am
Yet, so scared to let them in

I am a genius that hasn't made much sense
I've been striving for happiness
Yet, holding onto the downfalls of life’s heaviness

I am a human contradiction
That hates a mirrors reflection
Yet, I smile and admire myself to a T
Because I know there’s nobody quite like me

I am a perpetual paradox
Living both inside and outside the box

Written on: January 28, 2016
Brent Kincaid Dec 2015

Go on, young soldier
Go where we say and die.
Take this gun and shoot,
Don’t bother to ask why.
Carry on this war we wage
Though it doesn’t make sense.
We invade anyone we want
And then call it all defense.

Go on, airmen and women.
Climb into expensive planes.
Fly over countries, drop bombs.
Don’t expect anyone to explain.
Line up ground targets well
In your high-power sights.
We have declared them enemies
And they don’t have rights.

Sail on, you navy people.
Turn their seas into ours.
Help our country reduce them
To rubble and dead in mere hours.
Transport equipment and personnel
And help them change things,
Then go to free ports on R and R
And buy your sweethearts rings.

Tromp on, military machine.
Make the world into the USA.
After all, they’re just wogs
And don’t have a thing to say.
If they were worthwhile people
They would be from back home.
Places like Akron, L.A. and Nome.

But they are not real people or
They would not get in our way
And try to stop our holy advance
To be the only people to stay.
When this endless war is done
We will be all that remains.
Be part of the American way, and
Kill or get killed for your pains.

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