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Claire Nov 2014
That taste on your tongue
The smell in the air
The hair sticking up on your neck
The feeling of guilt you get texting her
The secret messages
The phone calls
The blade glides
The red river greets the tile again.
Your hold over me is deadly
The lipstick stains his collar
Her lips shine with chapstick
Under the rainy gray sky he departs
To meet the girl with the lipstick.
Don't be the lipstick girl.
Steele Nov 2014
I wrote a beautiful poem today,
and then I frowned when I saw it again.
Someone had stopped by in the comments to say
their own sonnet; they put their own poetry in my margins.

I'll be brief, and I'll be nice, and I'll attempt patience at least.
Clear and concise: I want your poetry, but not on my lawn.
I don't want it in graffiti in the margins of my piece.
Leave your words in your "New Poem" section where they belong.

I promise I'll look at them if you ask, and if I have the time.
If you want to reach more people, don't use me as a conduit.
I realize I said I'd try to be nice, but it would be a crime
if I didn't put it as blunt as possible, and honestly?
          If you need to plug your work that badly,
                                                         it's probably sh*t.

          If I inspire you with my words, then respect that inspiration;
          Please cease. Hawking your wares on my turf reeks of desperation.
I love you all, but please, knock it the f**k off. Every minute I spend combing through my poems to delete your graffiti is a minute I'm not writing or working, and that's not fair. Again, I say this with love. Thanks.

- Ian
mip Sep 2014
psa
culture is:
i. something earned
ii. something fought to preserve
iii. a part of a race or group of people
that you simply cannot take away from them.
iv. an essential part of their being
v. a heritage
vi. a legacy

culture is not:
an accessory.
Ignorance is no excuse for cultural appropriation.
Spencer Dennison Aug 2014
I admire a lot of the poets here.
I believe that wisdom is a thing
it grows inside you like a tumor,
not always benign.
I sometime felt like I lived on a fault line,
because things never stayed where you put them.
I've seen many poets here
spill their pasts out for us to see.
I'm not here to cry, scream or shout
because for me, that's never what it's all been about.

I placed myself here for the recognition...
at first...
Now I've realized I can do so much more.
I got a message by someone saying that
I had made their life.
Heh.
These words cut me sharper than any knife.
Made me wake up and realize that
I can turn this whirlwind of strife
into a twister of hope.
And much like twister
we all find ourselves in a knot from time to time.
But there are sublime moments
that hit us in our blind spots
until we see spots.

If I can give someone that feeling,
then I can start reeling in the fish that got away,
I can stay planted in the past
less like a grave and more like a flower.
sway in breeze
and tower above these problems and enemies.
If I can find it in me
to bury my demons alive,
to strive for the happiness I inspire in others,
to see not strangers, but sister and brothers,
IF I can do that,
so can you.

I've prayed for meaning
as if it would help me live,
but God is a master
of the silent "dunno-what-to-tell-ya" shrug.
Maybe I didn't make this guys life for real,
like... 4real4real,
but I did SOMETHING.
This something
was worth than a million lifetimes
of nothing.

So.
Poets?
Scholars?
Women and Men of the Pen?
Let's give the mysteries of the universe
a break for a day or two, eh?
They'll be there when we come back.
Let's stop cracking the locks on life
and crack a smile instead.
This entire website is black and white,
but let's color inside the lines,
if just for a day.
This is one of the important poems for me, I almost entirely abandoned rhyming where it wasn't nessecary in order to put my feelings across. Thank you all, we're doing God's work.
Dani Allensworth Jul 2014
I get Grumpy.
That is to say,
I understand the dwarf.

Not that I don't get grumpy.
That is to say,
Become irritable.

In fact that is what we have in common,
Grumpy and I.
We both become irritable.

Except it's not that we are grumpy,
Grumpy and I.
Not really.

Grumpy and I are sick.
But people don't realize it,
Because it is not in the Sneezy kind of way.

Depression makes people,
And at least 1 in 7 dwarves,
Become irritable.

We get grumpy about ***** things,
Yell at our families,
Then get mad at ourselves for being grumpy.

There are other symptoms too,
Like being sleepy or sad.
But irritability is often overlooked.

What Grumpy and I really need,
But we're too Bashful to say so,
Is to see a Doc.

Because all any of us want,
Grumpy or not,
Is to be Happy.
Meh. Not my best work. But you get the point.

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