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sarah Dec 2018
memories remembered
from the pictures on my wall
people change but pictures don’t,
wish i could feel nothing at all
for you
because these days, all i do
is wonder who you are
i wish that i could know you
but you’re always too far

if you don’t want to pick up the phone
why should i be at your beck and call
if you ain’t got no time for me
then my mind won’t be filled with these
wishes that i wish i didn’t think

desperate for a sign,
but i’ll tell everyone i’m fine
nothing i wanna see
but your name on my lock screen
but you make me stare at my screen
you do
because these days, all i do
is wonder who you are
i wish that i could know you
but you’re always just a little too far

if you don’t want to pick up the phone
why should i be at your beck and call
if you ain’t got no time for me
then my mind won’t be filled with these
wishes that i wish i didn’t think
if you don’t want to pick up the phone
why should i be at your beck and call
if you ain’t got no time for me
then my mind won’t be filled with these
messages it tells me that you read
i wrote this a week ago when my now-boyfriend left me on read for too long, i'm not petty at all
Tyler Smiley Nov 2018
He’s never good for mouth play,
is only skin deep. Same old, same.
His heart, his tongue, his sweat
don’t come every night and day.
Is the sweet smell worth it?

I lie and wait,
you pick and choose.
But in the end,
there is no I in her.
Riley June Sep 2018
do you ever feel like you are a scrap piece of paper,
people use you as a test since you have no worth,
like if you never existed people wouldn't even notice,
crumpled up and tossed to the floor to soon be forgotten,
who would remember something so completely ordinary,
lined up and picked off to assert your worth,
never picked but left to rot alone soaked in bitter tears,
does it ever get better,

for now, i sit in a corner and question my worth
Sydney Sudano Aug 2018
We will walk off thousands of cliffs,
but not all of us hit bottom,
some will learn how to fly,
others will lose themselves in the fall,
and the rest will wait until the cliff finally ends.
which are you?
Isaac Aug 2018
What should a person spend their life doing?
How many things are worth pursuing?
Chasing dreams? Running errands?
Ticking off responsibilities? Getting to know people?
Getting really buff? Creating beautiful art?
Writing great poems? Winning at sport?
Getting super famous? Growing rich?
Reading good books? Helping the poor?
Watching movies? Fixing things?
Playing music? Learning languages?
Traveling the world? Teaching wisdom?
Building structures? Studying flowers?
It's hard to know, but you better decide quick.
Because it could be over before you finally pick!
Written 9 August 2018
Scotty Reynolds Jun 2018
Impulse buys and **** meat pies,
crispy snacks and cans
Fast food bags, discarded **** all chucked from sweaty hands

Into bushes, roadside drops or tossed from speeding cars
Consume and lob, “it’s not my prob”
junk stuffed from fist to gob
 
Foods that ****, eat our streets, Mother nature’s ******!
Disrespectful, scant regard, her beauty hid amidst
 
A correlation, may I address... littering to health
Or on a controversial note, worst areas lack in wealth
 
Discarded dreams, stretched at the seams
Life’s stitching’s come undone
 Scratch paper hopers, ciggy smokers
Our streets are overrun
 
Deadly habits, toxic foods, mainly line our streets
Left for volunteers to pick, a never-ending feat
 
Healthy trash? Avocado smash?
Imagine streets adorn
 
Kale and spinach everywhere
We wade through piles of corn
 
“There’s ****** carrots are everywhere, why don’t they use the bin”
“That courgette’s dropped right next to it, why not just put it in?”
 
Coastal towns with plastic seas, wildlife getting sick
All tangled, trapped in Ghost nets like a phantom sailors’ trick
 
Above the ground to the depths below the litter never ends
Poor old Mother Earth, being driven round the bend
 
So how do we control this?  Education is the answer?
Let’s all work to turn it round for Generation Alpha
 
The new emerging vibrant minds, absorbing like a sponge
The lessons passed on down to them, by loving Dads & Mums
 
A shift in thinking is afoot, I feel it in my bones
Let’s join as one community, it starts within our homes.
DP Younginger May 2018
There is a decision to be made,
There is a future,
There is a past,
There is a "so-so" chance at happiness,
Behind door number one is your future,
Door two contains some pain, but with a hint of pleasure.

What would you miss most?
A place to laugh like no one is watching?
Or a place to shred the moment and skate passed your problems?
This is the riddle that hides the key to the door of your choosing,
Think hard,
Thoughts can be a teacher in the dark.

Door one is Blue,
Door two is Black,
Choose between your favorite colors,
You've got a tough decision to make, my darling,
Secure your dusty pencil shavings,
Switch to ink if you must,
Do you enjoy being humid when the frost blows?
Cold palms when the heat rises?
The past is freezing in the shaded fog,
The future is boiling with steam-filled bubbles.

Door two is in your future if your mind stutters at the thought of "I love you",
I'll tell you something simplistic,
Door two is indestructible to everyone, except yourself,
Door one is to be shaved into crumbs of sawdust, once your decision turns,
There is no going back and those shredded pieces of entry can never be referbrished,
Read the fine print,
If door one becomes door two,
You lose the door that dissipates into nothing,
You can keep the fire burning with consistent attention,
When it defuses, it is like scraping a burnt match,
Never to be utilized again,
You can't manage a roaring fire in the pouring rain.

So here you stand,
Two doors,
A 50-50 chance,
Pick,
Choose,
Don't do damage to your dome,
Follow your hearty wishes and dreams,
That is what your future holds,
Live it,
Love it,
Idolize it,
Forever.
Door one lives on,
Door two fades to black,
No thought,
No hesitation,
You win,
He loses,
I prevail.
Written in winter of 2008. Slightly edited in 2018.
Lila May 2018
The flowers you pick,
Are never for me.
I'm a shiny penny lying on the sidewalk
Shining rays of sunlight up at your face
To signal blessings of fortune, for you, if you
care to collect me to your space.
Enjoy the shine of my copper
Enjoy my face upon the top of my "1 cents worth of luck"
as it shall lighten up further days...
If you don't pick me up, someone else, who believes in me, shall.
The rays of warmth and charitable positive energies, upon them, do double back
In power, unity, and added wealth.
Even if it isn't a Million or so...
Why leave opportunity behind
In a hurry?
Or too lazy to know?
That with each blessing I give...we share a common bond
Karma that helps both of us
In life's garden
To gain experience, blossom, and grow.
has your mind


has your mind
the
ability
to ask
what
heart
what heart
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pick me
Teacher
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