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Pisceanesque Apr 2017
He said those words
I can't
and my heart fell out of its pocket
like there was a hole in my
chest and
that very last stitch
heard him speak
Our mobius strip
lay suddenly flattened
- I on one side and
he on the reverse
like destiny and distance
were the same bridge to gap

Now I want life to end
as I lean down to hold
what's left in my lungs
- my final breath leaving as
I fall beyond the edge where
by some miracle
this leap of faith might save me
and I am captured by the arms
that wait beneath
- my fate finally showing its purpose
until the only strip that remains
is the one where
we remove each other's clothing
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 10 April, 2017
Shofi Ahmed Apr 2017
If death was designed
only to be dead
If that was the only purpose it had
its too linear to end a vivid life.
  
The original Maestro Mighty God
created a radiant thinker mind
He is unlikely to end it in a single line.
Arcassin B Apr 2017
By Arcassin Burnham

Look at those eyes in the beautiful mirror,
i was always the outcast so I find it hard to believe that i'm beautiful...
But i'm not minding you,
it was often that I've seen you walking down the hall,
and I've been wanted to approach you baby,
But i'm not minding you,

She could make my heart
skip beats more than twenty-three times,

it was more than just her looks,
she a good girl, i see it in her eyes,

and when we don't talk,
there's a feeling that i just can't deny,

and all this built up animosity to knowing her,
and her leaving me to dry,
Well go and mind your business girl, cause i'm not minding you,

for the pain that i went through and the help that i thought you'd give
but you didn't
so **** tired of all these feelings that i had towards you in love,
it just wasn't given..
aside from me having my bad days i at least thought we were friends
in the beginning..
i had my doubts that you weren't going to be loyal at all,
i should have seen it coming,

As I Write these lines,

i just wanted to spend some time, with you...

But i'm not minding you.


/

If you're reading this.
please help me fight the demons deep in my dreams,
People get through this all the time,
so this shouldn't ever really be new to me,
slowly clarifying the next victim due to harsh symptoms in a dark
room where you can't even move,
might have committed sins that you'd didn't know that you'd ever do,
is there bad juju in every direction?
afraid to step outside without getting arrested,
i'm not crossing any lines anytime soon as a part of way to be
free with no session,
learning lessons in some full disclosure like a real man that gets
the job done,
done a lot of things in my life i wasn't proud of walking in a loop
of a beautiful garden but its endless hell with a single phone booth not knowing
**** well a demon just answered,
he says come back and take me some pictures,
i said hell no,
you will let go of my soul,
its the Christ's hands i wanna hold,
shine like the nova i am , well behold..
©ABPoetry:RisenLP2017 ©ABPoetry2017
http://abpoerisen.blogspot.com/2017/04/r-i-s-e-n-lp-official.html
Jim Davis Apr 2017
Poets twist, flip, and stretch words

Into an airy jumbled kind of order

Writing with exquisitely fine care

Love in all zillion brilliant colors

Bringing life to big splashes seen

Hate shown in some deviled words

Oozing, drying, dying, real blood-spill

Arranging letters, phrases, sounds

To flow like ancient fine wines

Scrumptious laid in clear outlines

Feast for all hungry searching souls

Starving for any old spirit's lifeline

Giving a little delicate morsel of

Help for loved, lost, ripped and torn

Wringing out kinda new thoughts

From nothing as it seems to some

A mortal mind's stir of hazed ideas

Attempting match of a holy's divine

Wishing a part of life to live forever

Thought of in worlds not thine own

However, all must truly truly know

The secret of a dead poet's words

Is a twisting of a simple mind into

Strange or loose shapes and forms

Leaving space for a bigger space

To hold a guiding little white light

Gift of clearing sight for the blind

©  2017 Jim Davis
For National Poetry month, and the Hello Poetry challenge - 2nd day, 2nd poem, doubt if I'll keep it up, or want to!
Diego A S Apr 2017
I am who I am today. Half prey of circumstance, half a result of my will. Human.

I am living in the context of my life, defined by temporal conventions that much too often merge good with 'acceptable', and wrong with 'intolerable'.

There was never a guideline. There was never a book containing rules that we could follow on the certainty that we were doing what we came here to. No. We arrived to this world naked and alone, only left with life and consciousness to water the seed of our existence: the pursuit of truth.
S cape Mar 2017
"Everytime I think I find the purpose to life they seem to change it. "
My bestfriends sister said this and I couldn't help but write it down. I can't seem to stop thinking about it. Life is too inconsistent to be summarized in one single purpose. Maybe there isn't a purpose maybe there's millions upon billions of purposes. The thing is we'll never know and it's abseloutely mind boggling
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