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Ella Gwen Aug 2014
It is too dark and too late and too soon

It’s always the daytime someplace
And if we were there you would say
It’s too light and too early and too late

And so neutrality would be preferred,
To maintain ourselves on both sides of the fence?

Either side of the fence, you mean
For opposite we stand and shall remain
Until you let me climb over
Where the grass is green

It is no greener here
And all the more feet for trampling
Would ruin what is already bruised
And which would never grow back

I would not trample you.

We were talking about the grass
But now, yes, you will obliterate me
If you take but one step closer

Darling I will leave you
If you do not burn down that dratted fence

Oh my darling,
you were never mine for me to be left.
Johnny Hearts Aug 2014
Still waiting for a response or reply
Time is the key, we would be together
forgive me for my faults, lets focus on forever
Lets just talk before i start to die

Be angry with me its okay
just dont ignore me like a rock
let us feel infinite, endless hours of talk
i just wish you forgive me and stay
Emily Marie Aug 2014
Your "treatment of me is not a direct reflection of my value as a human being", so what is it?
Maybe it's because you're surrounded by people and still feel alone.
But it's probably because of your daddy issues.
You've forgotten what it was like to be respected by a man, so you went searching to fill the gaps;
But all you found were empty promises.
You got tempted along the way and somewhere you lost your self-esteem;
Self-Respect turned into Self-Hate, and your bitterness grew bigger and bigger.
You're losing more and more each day,
but you lost your innocence a long time ago so its okay.
Your daddy used to tell you that Respect was love;
But somewhere along the way you tried to replace it.
You confused yourself by thinking that Love was respect.
You've lost all respect for yourself,
and tried to tear me down so I'd take myself down too,
And I'm glad to say that I may be a stranger to love,
But I know respect.

So I'm here to tell you that you don't need a man to give you respect,
as long as you love yourself.
Not the kind of love you buy on a street corner,
or find in your bed,
But the kind that you feel in your heart,
and know in your head.
*Quote from John Green*

First attempt at spoken word poetry. First poem ever, right here. There's a girl at school who walks around like she's better than every one and she's not afraid to let you know it, and she bullied me alot through junior high and elementary school. This is my response to her.
diana Jul 2014
"Find what you love and let it **** you" -Bukowski*
this is a response to this quote i find intriguing.*

well i found what i love, and it
wasn't the type of love
you can get over in a day or in a year.

that love came in a form of a human
being, a great genuine boy-- well i thought.
he wasn't the most perfect human being
in the world,
but i loved him.

slowly but surly, the love we had
didn't last.
he started to move on with out me
leaving me behind.
but in my mind,
oh god how much i loved him,
i couldn't seem let him go.

the love that i had for this boy,
slowly did end up killing me.
not physically but emotionally.  

the sad part of it all,
i don't know if i should believe
in love anymore.
just random thoughts i had when i read this quote all put together.
Erratic Piety Jun 2014
I'm not sure I know
If we are truly honest or not
How can this work out?
Inspired by "I know" written by Corrina
Dhaye Margaux May 2014
If God would ask me this:
"Why should I give you another day?"
If God would really ask,
Oh, what would I say?

Please give me another day,
My Lord, I want to stay
I want to live with my loved ones,
Please give me another day.

I want to ask that forgiveness
From them whom I hurt so much
Show them the love, the real change
From the bottom of my heart.

I want to be with my precious friend
The one I met as an angel
Tell him the truth inside my heart
Show him I really, really care.

I want to show the whole wide world
The best gifts that I have at hand
Tell them the mystery of life
That given by the Lord our God.

I want to live, I want to live
Another day, please give me Lord
I want to live another day
To feel the beauty of this world.

And if it’s time for me to go
I would go on with peace of mind
That I have done in one more day
Those things inside this noble heart.
A response poem to Night’s What Would You Say? http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Poet_Night/1114030/
Invocation May 2014
when I see the colors you carefully speak
your tongue to ink to paper to screen
to my eyes
to my heart, which knows
begging to be let out ( i caged it long ago)
running sharp nails along the dark
side of my ribs, i beg for mercy

heat in my stomach
(or lower?)
I've never been starfishing
I suppose I could have tried
but I digress. this moment i realize
falling stars are real, one has
crashed into my skin
alighting upon my shoulder
whispering in my ear
rain falling and birdsong
and the sweetness of a guitar

are never any match for the voice of a god
Invocation May 2014
but the hole in my lungs is draining
my air into the the sky, plugging
it with all this nicotine is utterly
useless. i do it often enough
to know. bleeding eyes
stare at your face, or
what i can see of it
on the screen, I
guess. will you
come for me?

take that it any way you prefer.
( i meant it in every way possible)

replay the music
i can't fall, not without a soundtrack
hands sting from skinless remarks
shuffling sideways to avoid
blatant attraction
words spilled from the side of
a half-closed mouth
that never fully closes

I would bleed for you if you asked me to
i would rather you kept me from losing everything.
we could be sheep in the fields forever
sunlight and waving golden faces, old rain
on the trees slipping down to remind the dry hands

lay with me in the grass, but don't get wet
we can do that later
Hello.
olympia May 2014
i've got a lump in my throat
that won't go away

and some tears in my eyes
that can't seem to sway

my hands won't stop trembling
as I sit here and sigh

from all the postcards stacked
by this window so high

but you haven't responded
so they haven't been sent

and so my anxiety
is all I have left

but these voices won't stop screaming
and this ceiling never ends

and this lump in my throat
keeps on doing big backbends

so please respond
before my landlord calls

telling me the neighbors
have been complaining

about these love letters
through the white drywall
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