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lib Mar 2018
love
without risk isn't
love
at all
anotherdream Mar 2018
Time has passed,
Dreams are forgotten,
We've all chased them,
But never have caught them.

Regret will stick to us,
It never will fade,
We'll try to teach them,
But they'll never behave.

Risk has passed,
Opportunity with it,
We think we'll last,
Until we're not winning.

We thought we knew best,
Hiding away,
Never to hear,
That small voice in our brain,

Pushing to act,
Screaming to talk,
We just ignore it,
And end up to walk,

Slow and alone,
Thinking of people,
Sitting on thrones,
But still stuck in our zone.

We have to get out,
Leave all the pain,
You won't know love,
Until you can say,

You've tried everything,
Walked every path,
Felt every sting,
Seen every scathe.

Take the risk with you,
Make it your friend,
The end is too soon,
Don’t stay in your bed,

Thinking of people,
Dreaming of love.
You’ll never know the feeling,
Cause you’ll always run.
Forget the contingencies and do whatever you have to do because the thing that we fear the most is often the thing most beneficial for us :)
this bowed Zoe
seeketh a sunny pace of friendship -  
   to share joys n woe
'specially, tis best this beast tip row seed slow
cons far outweighed by even one pro
for u r well worth getting to know
juiced a run of the mill (by the floss) common joe
after we greet each other hello
radiance of optimism indicating positive glow
ought not cost any dough
if amenable with this hea kin be yo faux bro.

this bundled - naked ape from **** sapiens zoo
   wen me ma n pa raised sheet er or blanketed drape
would d lite if ye lemme chat with u
and lemme hip no ties thee true
    with swiftly tailored hair reed words i sew,

whereby nonverbal hints point to one direction, thus rue
man tic desire in limbo, while waiting in a queue
or taking a walk with winnie the poo
4 a new
found local guy noir i.e. me who doth moo,
who would be thrilled 2 say "ha loo"
or imitate an owl - hoo

ting over a lovely lady gaga goo
wing in2 me subconscious where few
get permission 2 enter n dance like dew
drops among motley crue
of fantasies that brew
like some congealing microscopic ague.
hello

a gal who regularly wires
and treads by ap ply ying instant feed that tires
meself to spin (and/or doctor aa previous write
   cuz, mum Madge gin nation
   flecked with a notion of Elizabeth Squires,
whose literary appetite requires
meat hoo summon all my brain cells -
   exhausting mental effort forces hires
help full doppelganger for whatever
   supplemental effort this chap re choirs.

:。✿゚‘゚・✿.。.i'm a geico caveman  
.:。✿
゚‘゚・✿.。..:。✿*゚‘゚・✿.。.

Enter prize zing wit

read none, some, or all the following aye writ
   eight nine two nine while i ad mitt
to be upon porcelain goddess,
a brilliant idea in mind did lit
   though not b4 this seasoned bugs bunny
   car tune character son of blank kit -

a trickster - took me as raw pressed dough
   n proof pork **** rib rocked
   instant karma bitta bing bitta bang - loosed ten chin
   n wrought genesis as son of well bread Inuit  -
   igloo cradled helix nomad,
   which gene net turn pronounced me a beatnik
   b4 i went on the road - imagination
   fired up with fleeting thoughts, that softly hit
futilely attempting tin nay shuss lee
   by skein of teeth, er...dentures, they flit
nonetheless, I yam a poet favoring words that rhyme a bit.
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iambic pentameter strands crochet themselves
   magically into verse
interleaving like boughs of an arbor
   stellar solar shield entombing solitary soul
   ***** wonk ah shaky spear shafts of sunlight dapple
   the canopy affecting shadows to disperse
ebbing and flowing in tandem & sync
   ably built circadian metronome
   doth oscillate rousing trolling minstrel
   transformed by hypnotic tolling serenade
   from mother nature snapchatting son
   sans, eternal sleep tightens with scythe lent funereal curse
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congregating amongst distinguished
   flora and fauna, the latter sending tendrils
poised on brink of philosophical revelation
   delicate as hocked china
which capricious metaphorical musings as a minority
reporter - resurrected and crowd-sourced from propriety
devoid of vicious evocations, nor premonitions
while ensconced in eyesight viz myopic quality
of my adobe dwelling away from mass of society
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whence return of this native
   Norwegian bachelor wannabe son
   doth pond door, what lake woebegone harbors
   garrison against madding crowd,
   who cease, dwindle n evaporate
   less than effect of a mosquito
   needling proboscis in nape o me neck,
this contemplative human being
   feels leaves of grass like
   a tea zing whit tilling man wit spindle
   completing colorful pastoral palette
   of utmost verdant splendor upon flotsam speck
allowing wisps of euphoria to warm tinder psyche
   easing books set afire to kindle
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under azure mortise tenon soundcloud
   rigged tenebrous vault
the entire warp and woof one mortal male
   lies beneath celestial sphere transfixed vista
   akin to primates who preceded him
millenniums forebears
   moost likely similarly inebriated
   from wondrous panoply of one star
comprises a near infinite candelabra
   guiding ma mind to posit infinite universe.

      
Thomas Feb 2018
Old habits of another life,
Constantly creep in
Polluting my soul with its strife

Do I deserve love? Am I worthy?
These questions that forever haunt me
Feeling numb has no judge, has no query

An emotionally joust within my own mind
To open my heart
I must step away from
These walls I hide behind

There is a comfort in loneliness
A sanctuary from feeling
Where time is of no consequence
No desire to smile or take a chance
Never wanting to laugh or dance

But existing without living
Isn't living at all
To never risk being hurt or taking a fall

Risk, reward is an equation that's answer is steep
Balancing protecting your feelings over the treasures you may reap

These are the demons I face everyday
And the constant fight not to drink them away

The battle is both inside and out
Ulcers and anguish are it's trophies
Time to put down the bottle
And face life like a man
Not with shots of tequila and pulls from a can

Time to plunge into the unknown of what could be
Embrace the love that's in front of me
Free fall backwards into her radiant clutches
Stand on my feet without  inebriated
crutches
anotherdream Feb 2018
Wish I said more,
More than small talk,
Just to open your door,
Walk where you walk.

Yes I was scared,
Extremely afraid.
Didn't want to care,
Of things they would say.

It’s true I panicked,
Instantly left.
But love’s never handed,
Or directly is sent.

You have to risk,
All that you know,
Facing its kin,
Accept what you’ve blown.

But now I realize,
I acted too quick.
But now I’ll be fine,
Now I’ll be swift.

No reflection is needed,
Just want you to know,
You’re who I’ve been feeling,
Just hope I can show,

That you are perfect,
To God and to me,
It’s been so worth it,
Being able to see,

You smile so wide,
Bright and so cute,
I hope you find,
Love exists for you.
Sorry I'm not strong enough... S.B. <3
Meaby Pom Feb 2018
I hope tomorrow
You find a way to forgive me
Im sorry im beat,
Im sorry I feel sixty.
I know it, I see
When you're in my front seat
That you worry im risky.
Tonight I sleep alone
Tomorrow I hope to have you
Im not high again, no not ******
Im missing a warmth, I am blue
astrid Feb 2018
i should've jumped off the cliff for you,
let the rocks throw themselves through my shattered soul
had my bruises cut open even more
and still run with my bloodshot eyes
paving a way through my cloudy sky,
struggling to avoid the muddy waters
as i keep my heart all still and complete;
for you to gratify again and again
to be sure you won't let me down.

jumping off a cliff wouldn't hurt as much;
one leap would have my life shut
with my hands tightly ****** with cuts.
i will let you dig my grave
their tears blotting the casket.
but i'd like to feel yours, how they stream;
how your eyes puff out when you scream
to make me stay, to make sure i stay
insist my death to delay.

my heart will stay with yours, dear
until its last beat cries out your name
my organs might detoriate
but my mind will keep our fate.
now lying ice-cold with my filth,
my heart pumps its faint droplet
circulating all the regrets and guilt
why i didn't take a ride
to jump off that cliff.
Samuel Louis Jan 2018
Our time is running out
And we must make the most of it
I know you feel the same way
I will show you that I'm worth it
You just have to get away from the prying eyes and take a risk
I can see that you're scared
But you don't have to be
Come with me
And we can experience it together
I will be patient...
I'm just anxious
Wrote this after an experience I had with a girl whom I dated for a short time. This poem was pretty much about how I was trying to win her over, but it was taking longer than expected.
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