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K 2d
Hit my throat like a boxer,
Smoke my lungs out,
Then open my mouth like a skunky VW bus-
Pick my brain up,
Light up.
Swirl up into the sky,
Adamant you're worth it to die.
last day before return to college
spent hour an a half in shower
enjoying hot water

my favourite poet become famous
they called me mainstream
Drums in the distance we ran to the beat,
Outside Maternity a Sikh throng,
Clapping loudly, dancing and song.
We soon join in - unexpected spectacle this and full of joy!

"Its a boy, it's a boy, it's a boy!"
Silly me, silly me
Thinking I was fine.
I walked through the city that’s so bright,
Blocking out the wails coming out from the night.
Silly me, silly me,
Why would I be fine?
I think of what I used to have,
And how my mind has turned so mad.
Silly me, silly me,
I should have known so much better.
Then to turn me against the tides
and crash the waves of all that has past
Benjamin Sep 28
You're the poetry that became reality.


You make my sensories wild.
Couldn't think of a name, perhaps you can help me out. It's been a minute since I've written and I love them both separately yet together. Made them within 3 hours of each other!
Xen Sep 25
the choices
death cactus
the we are she
Assembling like bright spoken words
we leaned fake
take it breeze
all **** shell?
Maybe we so wish
the feelings we explain can't
Maybe have sight
after being
on will
She save same
or with drink nights
avoid this saw

More could we
world hands always teach
should she never glow
and all you do
the door light shined
my cell
nourishing what I wouldn't see
You ****** sympathise just not sometimes right?
taking gleam you forget who
the sick don't
the we

well leaned
well we maybe know?
my so all who still sow
dreaming only death
work us on
me cry
learn money
tell and loathe
save sleep
we could just think

to hell


choices saying we just could feel
are just what
burn tools she knows well?
but life it keeps focus
and we place selfish dreams
we make hands turn
a set Nightmare
they drink my death brain
This heart ****** you



what wouldn't.
messy. stream of consciousness
Not a could in the sky.
Oh why, oh why.
I am as blue as
the sky?
Oh why, oh why.
Is the there no
reason to feel this way?

Must be something deep,
deep in self pity.
Must be something in this world,
Full of self pity.
Or just emptiness is the life
of this city.

Stuck in the patterns
of the day.
Don't stray, don't stray.
Chewing on another broccoli day.
Don't stray, don't stray
It must mean something,
for us to feel this way.

Towns mean frowns.
Pounds mean sighs.
People are just mean.
Hands are stained.
Minds are clean.

I guess life
is meant to be
such a bind.

Stuck in the patterns
of the day.
Don't stray, don't stray.
Chewing on another broccoli day.
Don't stray, don't stray
It must mean something,
for us to feel this way.
Amanda Sep 24
I make the best of whatever life throws at me no matter how much it puckers my lips  
Tangy drops of nectar meet a H2O sea with a sugar beach and ice cube glaciers
Garnished as always with a bit of bitter zest and vioĺa! That's how I make Amanda's Unlucky Lemonade
Day 5 of the 30 day poetry challenge
Write a three-line poem about lemons without using the words lemon sour peel fruit round yellow citrus juicy ****
Amanda Sep 24
Roses are colored red
Also can be blue
Artificial dyes turn white ones
Into shades of every hue
A silly note I wrote after I found a rainbow pen at work hahaha
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