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You will never understand how bored I have gotten before
That's why there's poetry from me galore
It's one of the very few things that make any sense.
AM May 2016
shut my eyes, close my ears
steal my sun, torture my soul
funny how the sky fell unnoticed
and all my senses lost their role

cause I can live by everything
you are
I'll hold on
until it doesn't make sense
and when you tell me there's no point,
I'll give you a reason to love
and to hold on.
Emmett Husmann Apr 2016
Humans make no sense,
We're unreasonable selfish beings.
Our motives are unclear,
And our actions are obscene.

Bees will always pollinate,
Monkeys always climb.
Elephants store water,
And pigs prefer their grime.

As opposed to other animals,
We're complex, obsessed with fighting.
But these traits of ours aren't just a curse,
They also are a blessing.
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Even this latter
lingering emotionality
will vanish somehow,
masked behind an affable reflection,
but already collapsed
into a black hole.


Bigger and bigger.


Mastery of nothingness
in satisfying myself
as mute, stripped leaves
observing their art
of turning into glow of warmth.


Autumn’s heredity.


Fierce hyperbole is Melancholy,
remote and severe sixth sense,
obsidian monolith
in this too mild dimension.


Melodrama of light
is the vacuum of such empirism
saturated ad nauseum
by the ceaseless delay
of the most natural
and contemptuous ease.
... Yes, I'm an autumn child ...
Brigette Beck Mar 2016
Life is whipping around me
And changing everything I know
When the wind stops howling, all I see
Is wreckage from what was long ago.

Emotions are ripping through my mind
My common sense has gone
Sorry is the only word I can find
When I can't feel the urge to carry on

Who I will be when I awake
I can never really tell
Who I was before leaves an ache
Reminds me of how I fell.

Fell from grace, fell from light
Fell from everything good in the world
I've been swallowed by the dark of night
And that's how my life has unfurled.

Everything is changing
Now nothing is stable or clear
My life is completely rearranging
And my death feels very near.
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
We fear the things we cannot see,

Or things we think we hear,

A moment though of clarity,

Shows all we fear, is fear.
I live in pain, for that I am grateful. I recently realized that life isn't the desires we make in our heads or the dreams we want to achieve. Instead, it is a never ending cycle of bits of happiness replacing the pain everlasting pain for just a short while. As much it is necccessary to rejoice everyday for the small acconplishments, it's also very necessary to acknowledge pain. Pain forces us to grow up and accept life and struggle. We will never live  in a fairy tale where everything goes according according to plan and there's a happy ever after, reality is the we can only hope and that is okay.

I just hope that in whatever place you're in, you're trying. As much as I would love to tell you that happiness is all that matters, the truth is happiness is like a rainbow, it's there when it is necessary. All we can do is try and be our best selves even through this atrocious thing we call life. We will get there, we all will.
this is not a poem. its a letter.
Johnny Amadeo Feb 2016
What do you see?
The white mounds over the trees and over the ground, the night skye, and a friend watching my own intimate experience with Mother Earth

What do you hear?
The wind as is runs through the trees and the hum of the generator that sits behind me

What do you smell?
The smoke from the cigarettes that I turned to for comfort

What do I taste?
The chill from the snow and the bitter taste of tobacco that somewhat reminds me of bad coffee

And now, what do I feel?*
The tiny crystals that greet my face with an arctic hug, the gusts that push against me

And finally,
I feel bliss
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