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Cecelia Francis Jan 2016
I can feel
by myself

I feel clean hair
because mama always said
to wash it when you feel sick

No tear shampoo was a
******* lie and so
were we and so we'll be.
Sick from unwashed hair.
Rah-Rah Dec 2015
All my life I was taught
Feelings come and go
As the rain and wind do show.

All my life I was taught
I must stand in line,
That it must stay as sturdy as the Rhine.

All my life I was taught
Rules are to be followed
As birds walk on a tree that has been hollowed.

But must we believe
What we have been taught
For I have for so long thought that not?

Must we believe
What they all preach
Or become new like waves on a beach?

Must we believe
That they stoop so low
Or be individual like a river’s flow?

I now believe
That I must indeed
Find something that the world does so need.
A pretty simple poem I though up recently. I am open to any critiques that you have (ALSO GOES FOR ANY OF MY OTHER PEOMS)
heisenvader Oct 2015
now
I will prevail
The system that's failed
Beyond expectations
What often is hailed
The be of success
But never the best
"Just lie on your back"
"Like all of the rest"
"The door is right there"
"We'll keep you impaired"
No, you must break free
A world that's unfair
So stick to your Guns
And prove you're the one
To defy the standard
Of "One versus None"
Raúl Oct 2015
We are beautiful, incredible people.
Precisely handcrafted with imperfections.
So we let others dictate our understating,
I call them cowards when they try to take advantage of the weak minded.
Oh how blinded!
They put a dollar in our face and we’re enchanted.
Look beyond the paper,they use to be acres,
of trees that served as our protection.
The ground we stand upon is our foundation.
The wind we feel is our elevation.
Look within and find motivation,
to lead this world in the right direction.
PaperclipPoems Oct 2015
It's the strangest thing
To think you're in love
And then in the end
To not really know what it was.
In the end you start to question
"Does love even exist"?
Because I swear I think I would have
felt it by now if it did.
In the end one mans' hurt weighed on you
Reminds you of all the others
And how they all turned out to be
No different than each other.
In the end you see no light
But that's normal and that's okay
Because soon you will see a new light again
And you will forget all this pain.
That smile to come in the future
Will be worth all this mess
And so just remember these things, my dear
When you start to feel down and distressed.
I needed to write a pick-me-up today. Had a bad day.
Marium Iqbal Sep 2015
The feelings I got.
They want to arise.

I tell them sorry, no blue skies.  

These wounds they'll bleed.
I'm no nurse.
But it's nothing I can't handle.

Those lips of yours.
Oh, they tell the prettiest lies.
Things too pretty to come from you.

Nothing but pretty lies.
False love.
And guilty hope.  

Tell me secrets.
The dark ones.
The ones too ugly to see the light.  

Secrets safe with me.
I'm just a vault in the ocean.
That won't be set free.

May faith be resilient.

The doors have been bolted shut.
I'm trapped.
The only way out is up.
Shane Aug 2015
The tea sits
Death collecting different scenes
I’m stressed
Such a mess with the reaper next to me
Life vest on my chest
And I couldn’t really see
Long steps to unrest and I’m bent reality
Still
The fragments breathe
Will deliver and I’m keen to the quiver
Arrows preen
The apple’s novelty
Real
Surreal it seems
The venom makes sin of me
A little sliver the beast
Disturbing the honesty
Feel
The havoc see it in the light
And let it seek a little strife
Collapse in dreams it’s still alright
Just follow me and

Days go by
And the days go by
And the days

Fall next to me
They wither in seasons
Oppressive tendencies
Observe the winter casualties
With frozen blood and splinters
Unruly royalty for dinner
The bloodline isn’t coiled
So they haven’t found a winner
The peril focused
Elapsed so nobody would notice
It wasn’t hopeless
Ascension hadn’t found a locus
Scrambling the frequency
A remedy just like unbroken chains that lead to purity
As if the marks of shame were lotus
Petals
Drinking deep amidst tequila dreams
Settled
With that much alcohol I’m bound to see
The difference
What it takes from me in travels
Hollow ships that creak and battle with my frenemies
Just trying to find some ******* peace
Scattered
A little crazed
A little battered
Hazard
So many names
Poetic ******* is my favorite
And it’s said with sharp tongues and flagrance
Art forms and a cadence
Just trying to count the ways that

Days go by
And the days go by
And the days

Make clouds break
Unraveling the seasons
Couldn’t fathom all the reasons
Left to brandish all the pieces
Couldn’t handle all the artifacts
To me the voice of treason was a pretty ****** father that I couldn’t wait to see
He left scars
Gave me emptiness to seek the stars
I grew lost
With a tendency to keep to bars
Some new parts of me I never noticed
Please
I wasn’t hopeless
I’m just barely even getting started
Some new paths
Chasing fantasies I seek to harvest
Undo traps that I set to self destruct the progress
Parallel to heavens gate
I’m aiming for the secret garden
Eyy
So catch me gliding through the waves as

Days go by
And the days go by
And the days go
-Whoo-
-Whoo-
-Whoo-
And the days go by
*And the days go by
Nameless Poet Jun 2015
Rip,tare and shred.
Bred from a different breed, born from a different need.
Implanted with a violent seed, a born killer.
That is the fault of man yet I am at fault.
I am at distant. I am at prison.
I am trapped in my own mind
  
Tear, cry and weep,
  I am born weak and meager
again and again,
between two extremes all the same.
In this state I see these things.
They don't change.

Either I become the drive to self destruction destroying all around me
or
I am the coward stuck in a shell who can't expel the dark thoughts.
Only two,
never one.
Driving-Coward
Pain
K Balachandran May 2015
In a clinic, getting treated for amnesia of the soul,
I meet her, by chance and feel a sense of deja vu,
but can't place her properly,from which age do you appear?
you sure are her. Your face is familiar, even after ages,
then you ask me whether I remember; in my brain
solar flair like magnetic energy, light up hidden spaces.
The red poppy design, isn't it a pointer enough?
"The poppy effect.My insignia won't allow to forget
though I too fall in to a forgetfulness described as divine"
In a moment, it happens, I tumble down parting
thick clouds of stardust memories,fleeting, yet haunting,
intoxicating scent of poppies, ***** haze  takes me over

youth was the country, we've been banished from long time back,
I destroyed my passport, in an angst, that can never be expressed,
I land on my legs, flying down,before her curious eyes and smile,
interplanetary voyagers, we hardly know what happens to us,
like a poem with images broken as seeds  and spawn.

I was the naked man on your bed, the day you came in
under the cover of darkness, made love heartily till the morn,
you mourned aloud, I didn't stop you, no taboo,threatened me,
and you said, would never forget the play of natural instincts.
in many places we met, in some strangers, others as lovers,
each night different, with our bodies regaling in ****** finger play,
we sat opposite, had dinners, joked about blind dates, being swapped,
promised to be in touch soon and properly date, though not compelled,
to find out more about ****** habits and ,decide where to meet.

At the time of a heist, notorious, we meet in a diamond showroom,
you thought I am the kind pin that pulls the string.A mole I suspected
you were, though confident in duping you one more sweet time.
In this world of make believe, you can take me as any avatar you think.
Converging in each other's eyes, we reconcile and forgive. for this life
You whisper, "Ï knew you were a nihilist"Ẃe were, that and more,
exploring the core,till the essence inexplicable, will be  clear.

Appreciating a glass of fine wine, we sit opposite,to each other.
we shake hands and I see you off, from an underground station,
to a galaxy, light years away,called Pinwheel, a cosmic  spiral,
then, I realize, we don't exist, you , me or whoever think they are,
when we insist, we exist, forget it brother,only eternity, nothing else.
— for the American Mustang



Strung up on one leg, bled dry while alive,
unloaded off trailers crammed full
of the crippled and blind —mares
giving birth on three legs, foals trampled
by stallions, and a wave of fear
hovering over tossing manes
like the sea after Moby **** surfaced
for the first time. Last year,

135,000 horses died —

rounded up in hundreds and sent
off to slaughter like feeder goldfish,
three stops from Canada
or Cabo, displaced from plains
once revered for their livelihood.

In 1969, Vonnegut
wrote, “And so it goes…”

In 2061, our children will ask about the wild
horses who used to live in their backyards
as they catch the last fireflies and bottle
them up in jars, flickering and dying
like tired bulbs giving up on electricity —

2015 sees Henderson, Nevada grasses paying tribute
to power-plant-lines and a suburb built
on Tralfamadore fiction: house-mounds
and picket fences caging domesticated dogs,
curb-lined streets and caution signs, billboard
warnings of humanity’s fixation with progression,
combined like coffee with an overabundance
of half-and-half and too much sugar — only 99 cents
at Dunkin down a little ways, and home
to the dreamers who forget the word freedom.
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