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Jay Sep 5
Don't you think we'd be better off,
Just tryin' to tie it all up in a knot,

Can't you find a better way,
If you got a word or two that you need to say?

Yeah I don't think,
It's healthy,
To be stuck,
So please tell me,

The answer,
To our problem,
Is to not fall,
To the bottom.
keep on movin up friends
Trout Sep 1
Only one minute of plaster in wrappers
Golden embraces and chatters and slappers
Milking a chime in the blink of an eye
These are the ones who can normally sigh

Drinking an island outside in the open
Like a balloon it can never be broken
Chosen pedometers cry when they’re called
Never amused and they’re never appalled

My amazing panorama of the gorgeous land
The moon of the weather and silverish thoughts
The sun is out there

Men that caress drama packing the village
Joining the camera when it’s time to scrimmage
Scream like a cannibal eating alive
Foreman and playground and funniest eye

Lose all your wishes and wait for the kisses
Like angel food cake and innocent glistens
Smelling a robin inside of a tomb
Glasses are sitting on top of the spoon

Oh I wonder how my knowledge can be used for good
The little girls charm everyone with their smiles
So how many miles
To go?
Jay Aug 29
I'm tossin' around,
I feel like a clown,
The world's rollin' over me

I'm goin' to town
I keep fallin' down
This atmosphere's killin' me

It's been a long day
And the night is gettin' longer

I ain't no alley cat
Or a black and white striped robber

I need to go to bed,
So I'll wake up in a morn,
With some pepper in my step,
Feelin' like I've been reborn
But the clock is tickin' by
And the well is gettin' dry
So let's all go to sleep
For a while.
blues blues blues, I'm feeling blue
You know that little light in your eyes that is extinguished when you die, the one that gives a person that tiny glimmer of hope every morning that they have something resembling a soul hidden away, I never had that. It was always more of a murky darkness like sinking in a pond yet to drown. Some may say my eyes resemble the ocean but when I look in the mirror all I see is a tempest approaching land, and with all its rage and fury it swallows up people whole. I guess that’s why one would say you get swallowed up staring in my eyes for to long. I’ve always sung a sad song of sorrow for that ember of hope that inhabits most but the twinkle of light in my eyes must have gone out long ago. There is no other answer to my lack of a laugh or my lack of empathy for other people unlike me whose pilot light burns on in their heart. I’m fundamentally broken, blame free and bruised. You wouldn’t pick me if I was a fruit. I am the bad omen at your doorstep and I am the evil that lives in the cold damp living dungeon that is an empty mind. I am the devil in disguise.
Ron Conway Dec 2018
Love is a dance ..two..three chance ..two romance ..two..three
Hearts beat so fast ..two..three vast ..two the last ..two..three
Movement and rhythm split light through a prism becomes something more
Temperature rising the future devising becomes something more
Love is a dance. Take a chance Life enhance ..two..three
Emi Jay Oct 2018
the sound of the highway outside
whispers through this rain-tapped glass:

quiet and fleeting and constant,
so like wind and rain and nature,
ebbs and flows, soothes with those
highs and lows and breaks—

with no telling when it will end,
just a rhythm like sleepy breaths,
a lullaby in the making

i prefer this noise to silence
outside my window in that dark;
a vast world alive and vibrant
while i slip into muted dreams
Mae Oct 2018

Yes, it’s not all about love, or pain but surely it’s a metaphor for the depths of the halls we walk by ourselves amongst ourselves in order to confuse anyone that tries to wander too close to our hearts. Oh come on! Poetry is so pretentious.

To hide through rhythmic syllables, to share a sonnet with thee. To dedicate an entire repertoire of acoustic melodies in order to talk about her body?

Do not get me wrong, I love my fair share of dramatic soliloquies but it seems, to me that honesty has lost its value. Especially with writers. There’s no more truth anymore…no. It always has to develop into a complicated string of ideas. There was a time when writers were able to talk about a woman or lover or whatever, without invoking all the gods.

Learn how to love for what simply is
Jack L Martin Aug 2018
I eat my rice with birds and mice
I treat my nice with turds and lice
I drink my wine with pigs and swine
I write my words with prose and rhyme
I swing my club with strength and pride
I take my steps with prance and stride

I show you all now what's inside
These words I trust; I will abide.
Updated 9/11/18
Delia Darling Jul 2018
My heartbeat's gone all wrong
A stuttering flutter of rhythmic butter
Something this *****'s been slipping on
And what is the tempo marking, dear?
Quarter note equals freakin’ infinity
It's come to my attention, I fear
I never breathed a note this long
CeeJay Mar 2018
They say love lasts forever, alas I beg to differ,
Tell me you can look in the mirror--
And sternly admit to a life without flip-flopping,
Between a quitter and a winner.

You spend your time calving out an image,
of the perfect life, the perfect wife--
Oblivious to her wishes, her dynamic ambitions,
Offering your warm heart but to change minds in an instant.

I lost myself with and without you,
For years we were an inseparable two,
Ready to take on the world full-force--
While endorsing eyes had kept us on course.

Two minds were torn apart by expectations,
Guilt ensued from causing your frustration,
Not ready to let go of comforting arms,
That arbitrary line alarmed and harmed my calm.

Although my time as yours had filled my heart,
You will always remain, my doors wide open from the start,
Whenever you have clarity, whoever you see at dawn,
Don't let it be an eternity, now that you're gone.
I wanted to have a go at writing a more rhythmic poem.
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