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Erin Atkinson Jun 2014
i feel
         a new
                    click
                            in my wrist
       the ache
                     from bruises
                                            long healed
bumping into things
trying to figure it out
                                     i always
                 figure it out
i will always
                  figure it out
the universe has sculpted my bones
stardust and ashes
half empty glasses

i know it may not be
             for a much greater purpose
i am simply
             the product
                     of everything
             that came
before me
and the weight of that
                                      is heavy
and the weight of that
                                      is
                   ­                       freeing
Erin Atkinson Jun 2014
particles
aligning
              galaxies
              colliding­
                             the universe
                             is trying to
                             figure itself
                             out
                                  but
here we are
               now and not
               to revel would
               be a mistake
Nikoline Jun 2014
you can spend your life
following the rules
breaking them
making them

you can choose to love
yourself
everyone
no one

you can get though the days by
drinking tea
drinking coffee
drinking *****

in the end, we all die

therefore, you can choose
that these decisions
your way of living

isn't what matters
is all that matters
or that nothing matters at all
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
.
Oak blasts through the sodden earth,
Vine, vainly wraps with pale veins,
Bark of tree, serrated, cuts—
Vine dries up spinning.
Alex Vice Jun 2014
What is perspective?
Perspective is the gift of feeling great
Like coffee after 8:00
And the curse of feeling like ****
Like the promotion you didn't get,
Perspective is however you want to perceive it
Good or bad
It's all a matter of how you look at it
And how you look at life
Either with joy in the sun
Or tears in the night
Alex Vice Jun 2014
Sometimes i am carried by the wind
Floating along throughout this place,
It carries me and whatever i bring
My hopes and dreams floating through space,
And of the *****-ups i might be the king
Every crime committed, every vice has been sinned,
This is my transition
From waste to gold
Pain to cheer
A place neither new or old,
A place not far away there or close to here,
A place not restricted to any one nation

I'm on the edge but that's where the winds have taken me.
unknown Jun 2014
Always look in multiple perspectives to view the full picture.
If you are quick to judge
you're basing your judgement off a cropped version of the picture.
When you walk around the picture
you begin to realize it is three dimensional.
You will become
enlightened
when you finally introduce yourself to the new details and to what the picture truly is.
Red, blue
and violet
Inside my mind, there is a riot
Gun fire
Bursts of desire
Will I rise higher
Or come crashing down
I always felt like I was meant for more than this town
But how can I escape
Design my own fate
When these walls I cannot break
If only I could reach out and take
My future
Pull it towards me so I can be there sooner
Oh, the irony
I want to escape reality
The painter of this picture is me
Too blind to see
I didn't even look at the canvas
Should have kept a steady hand
Scribbled all over it
Didn't give a ****
Now I’m left wondering who I am
Let myself decay
But I don’t want to waste away another day
So to myself I say, it is time for change
I have to rearrange the order of my brain
So things don’t remain the same
Gotta change my aim
Relight my flame
If life is just a game
I want to at least say I played
No longer will I sit out or be filled with self doubt
I’m going to love myself now
Or at least try
Life goes by in the blink of eye
If then ten year old me walked on by
Would they sigh or wonder why
I never tried
I never tried
I’m trying to look on the bright side
Always there will be high and low tides
All fears I must cast aside
The time has come to do more than just sit by
I want to see a change worldwide
So I have to start inside

A rising tide
Nationwide
To wash away this great divide
Steven Fortune May 2014
Soft shelter
I urge your preternatural
brigades of perspective
to ground my resignation
in some hypothetical
formation of inclined leisure
If I'm treading mere chance
in my hope then I urge you
not to simply humour me with
sly tomorrows assuring
optimism in the brittle molts
of days shrinking to reveal
solar aspirations
I'll turn my back
to the broken weather like
a naked sibling
There is nothing humourous
in humouring
though I've taken it
in self-destructive perpetuity
Tie me to the rack of realism
like Odysseus before the Sirens
I'll sigh and swallow
yet another new medication
one for soft shelter
in compounded sleep
where perspectives hide
and the chemicals of moods
long dismantled
congregate behind blindfolds of
destiny's clumsy executioners
05 24 14
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