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emptysuitcase Mar 2018
Galaxies have collided,
my neurons have gone into a frenzy,
there’s a soundless explosion somewhere,
and god knows why I have a sudden urge to run.

“Run, fast,”
That’s what my mind commands.

But like an ancient monk,
my heart coaxes me into staying.

“Feel the pain, my child” I can hear it say,
“and use me as your sponge…let me soak up all the
emotions, let me wipe out the cunning brain’s commands, for I have a better plan.”

“Your mind is your greatest enemy.” It murmured.

And that’s what happens every time I see you.
Rationality takes a toss, my sanity spills out of the glass.
and my coward heart suddenly becomes a tyrannical dictator.

Every cell in my body is colonized by the thought of you,
and oh my ******* god,
you invaded my dreams too.

It’s weird; you’ve fermented into my bones,
I’m sitting in a ******* boring class,
and all I can think about is
the time when I put my head on your shoulder,
and how we painted a bubble around us;
breathing at the same rhythm,
hearts beating at the same Time.

But there’s a voice at the back of my head;
At the very back, enclosed and trapped.
“You must run,” my skull echoed,
“For our beloved heart is a fool,
and I mean to protect it.

Run, my friend,

for when our dear heart shatters,
and you go to pick it up,
only your fingers will get pricked.
only your blood will leak.
So run, my innocent soul,
Run.”

~emptysuitcase~
constructive criticism please.
This poem is one of my personal favorites.  It's kinda chaotic, i get it, but most of my poems don't have a sensible order. Tell me what y'all think <3
Sam Mar 2018
The cat steps on the creaky floor
Looking for its prey.
It crouches.
It pounces.
Its prey has disappeared.

The cat looks not to eat,
But instead to protect.
Its owner produces demons,
Ones that destroy the mind.
But the cat scares them away.

It defends its owner.
They need help,
And the cat is willing to provide
With cuddles, pets, and purrs,
Until both are satisfied.

The cat crouches yet again,
Ready to give chase.
Someday, it'll be gone,
But what is important now
Is that it chases the demons away.
Dedicated to my late cat, Ed, and my current cat, Finn. You two have always been there for me.
History contends that on that score
hing hot summer at 6:00 pm June sixteenth
in the year 666 after the Devonian era,
two lovers - a Mister Belmont Me

and Missy Bryn Mawr Hu felt the call
of the wild within the wilderness
in ****** hinterlands of Penn Valley
and supposedly got cannibalized

by a Hottentot Mailer Daemon named
Manayunk Yahoo. All plugged stoppers
got pulled as the passionate children
of Mother Nature and Jethro Toll

rumbled, fumbled, bungled in
the jungle, and shook the firma
ment echoing subterranean cat a
combs with their private feral

Carnival antics.The ensuing Millennium
spawned one bizarre tale after
another each appending a more
farfetched tail spinning embellish
ment from the preceding legend.

Mary Waters ford considered as
the first person to record the shroud
of mystery lurking in the hollows
of sleepy hills, which rumor harbored
this legend of lost Lower Merion lovers.

Even to this day (one eerily similar
at that fateful bewitching hour)
one can hear the blood curdling
and hair-raising bacchanalia under
ground Brahmins deep pounding
beets on their crude ovens deep
purple within the bowels of the Earth.

Many believe present day tremors
that line the main tract hearken
Earth linked presence of sinning
wood nymphs and elfin grots continually

being birthed within many gnarled rocks
causing groundswell similar to
a Welsh Valley overtaken by hocked
conch blowing Harridans. Some
of these hardy adherents corn beef

hash tagged as unprintable expletives,
whose self-righteousness bound
by unwavering assertions of Woody
Woodpecker apparition. Visages of
fearsome flesh eating muscle bound

underground golems toting haversacks
as big as a town (surpassing the likes
of 1148 Matthew’s rolled into one)
sustains longevity of ogres not even

all the brooms could sweep away far
as next square rush new town. Although
rarely seen, but more often heard
tectonic vibrations that shake and bake

like local crowded house special chicken
Radnor (often cleft fissures upon flint ******
layers of bedrock comprising Delaware Valley)
infuses imagination of (top notch pugilists)

bravely ventured into this haunted haven
and vanished without a trace. Most likely
their fate became a gourmet meal i.e. tasty
as Salad Augustus with seven season Caesar dressing.
Ann Marie Peña Feb 2018
Are you trying to protect me?

Or are you trying to protect yourself from me?
Xaha Feb 2018
Is it me?
Or is it you?
I almost never know what to do.
In trying to protect myself I shut you out,
But I’m wrong to do so, without a doubt.
I’m sorry I don’t think I can trust you with my heart
When so many others have torn it apart.
You know I can’t bear the thought of us apart
So I guess that for now
It’s a good place to start.
Baylee Kaye Feb 2018
the creator of the horse.
the goddess of the sea.
the master of winds.
the commander of the breeze.
offspring of Epona, gilded and refined,
to protect the majesty of the divine.
Epona is the protector of the equine species in Gallo-Roman religion for those of you who don’t know :) and yes, I know Poseidon is the GOD of the Ocean but poetry can be fiction mind you!
Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018
Treasure…by Jessie 4/05


Today I dug up a treasure, kept buried rather deep

Treasures frail when left exposed to the elements won’t keep

Knowing I had but one chance, to keep the treasure safe

I rushed it over to you, in your hands the treasure placed

I’m making you the keeper; in you I give my trust

To keep this treasure shinny and never let it rust

Keep it protected at all times, never let it break

Hold it close against you, so no one else can take

Keep a watchful eye and never be too far apart

For in your keeping, is the treasure of my loving heart
Will Feb 2018
It all began with a simple question.
~Do you trust me?~
-Yes-
~I will never leave you~
-Nor will I-
~I promise to protect and hold you~
-I'll always need your warmth-
He stretched out his arm
~Take my hand~
I reached towards his outstretched arm
Our fingers intertwined.
My heart skipped a beat
~I've got you~
-I know-
For that singular moment, I felt safe.
Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018
Angels Wings…by Jessie 11/04



Feathers create an Angels wings…
One is for their flight
One is for the children, to protect them in the night
One is for the broken heart that needs an Angels care
One is for humanity, in need of much repair
One is for the starving man, living on the street
One is for the liar and all of his deceits
One is for crying souls, which have not yet been born
One is for the widow and every night she mourns
One is for the rich man that never seems to give
One is for the attempt to die, when it hurts too much to live
One is for the ignorance and all the hate it brings
One is for the caulis words, which swarms at you and stings
One is for the gentle touch a mother gives her child
One is for the summer breeze, which makes the day seem mild
One is for the little girls, chasing little boys
One is for the sad birthdays, when children have no toys
One is for the mother, working two jobs, day and night
One is for the baby bird that jumps to its first flight
Angel’s wings have many quills; each one there is a need
And every time a human cries, the Angel flies with speed
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