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marshay lewis Jan 2018
There something about remembering
The ripples in the current
The break in the silence
An ever ringing tone
that rebounds through the sea
and oh my nostalgia
How long has it been
Since you have left me
The center of that breaking wave
The remembrance of my longing heart
Long ago a core reminder
And now shallow pulls in a raging ocean
Take me back to that quiet breaking water
Where I was once a little fish
In a small pond
Yearning to be free
Leland Sep 2017
upon a hill with the birch and pine
into the shade of north mountain rain
past the foot-marks and berry bushes
i tear into the frame of what makes me.

i dig holes into dim reflections
and use and fuse the self shut.

tongue can taste the ripping of wounds
the sour and gluttonous spite
my greedy mouth chews and chews.
teeth tear the rusty bearings lose

and i sink in the swell of the sea
where the stinging is most.
Joy Jul 2017
Call it experience, self-protection
Or even just "listening to their gut" -
But people can smell self-hatred
Like a pile of dog ****
What made me think of this was this kid I work with. He's so eager for attention yet so . . Neurotic, I suppose would be the right word? It's sad. He makes bad jokes, and talks about how much he hates himself to strangers. I find myself squirming with discomfort whenever I'm in a conversation with him, as are others, because he's so friggen unsettling. I know what it's like-

It sometimes feels like people are built in with confidence sensors, and it's terrifying to think that suddenly all of our emotions can be exposed to people by something seemingly insignificant like how quickly we react or the speed of our speech.
July, 2017
MARK RIORDAN Jun 2017
I COMPOSE MY POEMS
ON TOPICS I SEE
HOW YOU REACT IS
TOTALLY UP TO THEE


THERE IS NO MALICE
OR HARM OR CONTEMPT
JUST INFORMATION I COLLECT
A POEM I ATTEMPT


THE WORDS EVOKE EMOTION
THE TYPE SET DOSE NOT MATTER
HOW YOU UNDERSTAND THE POEM
WILL START INTERNET CHATTER


THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR COMMENTS
AND ALL THE INTEREST IN MY POEMS.
" THE TRUMP CHRONICLES " WILL DEFINITELY
CREATE EMOTIONS.
MY POEMS SEEM TO EVOKE EMOTIONS SOME GREAT COMMENTS SOME NOT. ALL I DO IS COMPOSE POEMS ON GLOBAL TOPICS FROM THE INFORMATION I SEE. HOW YOU UNDERSTAND THEM IS UP TO YOU.
Jawad Apr 2017
When I
Remembered
Your name

When I
Imagined
Your smile

Heart beat...
                   ...Heart beat

When I
Received
A message

Containing
Some of
Your thoughts

                        Bright eyes...    
Bright eyes...

When I saw
Your face
Blushing

From
Something
That I did
Say

                     Hot ears...
                     Hot ears...

When I listened
To your voice

Whispering
Something
So cute

Goose bumps...goose bumps...

When I
Noticed that
Your eyes

Started to
Tear from
My talk

Melt
       Down
                  ....
                  Melt
                           Down...

But since all
Is over
Now

Everything
Feels
So mundane

                      
Silence.

                    Just.

Silence.
Interactions feel so stimulating and emotions so intense when we are in love. The rush disappears after its over, and only silence and a feeling of tiredness remains...
Gabriel burnS Dec 2016
bodies are galaxies;
and within ours
constellations
go all rogue in seconds,
talking to each other
without
permission and consent;
without our knowledge;
there is a plot
behind our backs,
a conspiracy
of unexplored possibilities;
and like plastic dolls
at the hands of gods
we are drawn so close,
a clash ensues
of comfort zones
with the aid of gravity;
we'll regain control,
of course,
just before impact
If I killed myself tonight, what would you do?
Meant to be a questions from someone you love more than anything else.
Cat Fiske May 2015
I used to fall for her,
head over heels,

but somehow I let us,
get off on the wrong foot,

because I didn't put my best foot forward,
enough times to save face,

and it didn't take an army full of men and women,
in about face to know they set up there own fate.

but of all the wars best spy,
none have gotten the chance to spy on your eyes,

eyes of sparkles and love though light,
but you don't know that when I see you everything seems alright,

even though it will cost me an arm and a leg,
to get close to you and I'm greeted with a cold shoulder,

when I just want your open arms,
to be meant for me,

meant for just holding my body,
to hold not just our body's but souls closely,

but I have to keep my nose clean,
and stop my tears and sniffling,

I will start by keeping my chin up,
and playing my life  by ear,

for I wasted all these years on you,
so I need to bid these thought of you "farewell"
idk just something about love, I made it about a girl, in ways the girl could be me, or she could be another girl(s) I wanted to be with, but like her and like myself sometimes we all don't relies when a guy likes us. sometimes its our bad days. sometimes were painstakingly rude. But if you wanna call this person a man, he is inspired by this fat boy I go to school with, Very good at foot ball, was too heavy for wrestling though. But he is the gentle giant, who really wants a girlfriend. he does a lot with the plays. and we are good friends. why he asked me out many times. but every time I said no. And one time I was complaining about it to someone who told him I hated him, witch wasn't true, I just didn't wanna date him (Also I was seeing someone I didn't wanna share with people at school) and he was very upset. and Its happened worse with other girls, who said yeah to dates or made him buy them stuff, and I Showed him this, and he really liked it. so I mean IDC if anyone likes it its just for Jacob, because he deserves love I guess, or I mean At lest not to get led on and used for so long. I love him like a brother, and he gets that, because I've been honest with him from day one. Witch is what a guy wants.
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