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Amoy Sep 2018
There is a storm outside
The windows blew in
The roof is lifting
The foundation is shaking
Inside I sit wondering will I make it
Down comes the roof, it was carried away by the wind
The glass from the windows has shattered
The rain is blowing in
Inside I sit wondering will I make it
The foundation cracks, I can feel it shaking
Inside I sit wondering will I make it
Down comes all the walls
It all fall down around me, everything every last drop
Still I sit wondering will I make it
I have shed my last tear and cried my last cry
But still inside I sit wondering will I make it
Brynn S Nov 2018
Blood has risin
Fallen under the demise of gluttony
Throats shutter in a flourished gleam
Spilling out their smokes; the evil stream
With closed eyes the horizon did strike
I was the one who favored spite
Invisible to eyes the mind grew thin
Wearing down from the mask of sin
Oh sweet child have you strayed so far?
In the final moment did I become a star
Ripples of triumph
I have fought death
Swimming towards light
For one last breath
Decrepit old sun burnt out and cold
Heart wondered beat less
Fortune favored the bold
AD Letwixt Oct 2018
All the things we neglect to say or feel
are stored up somewhere
swirling and undulating in the deep

Eventually, they all rise up--
in a single violent urge
it exits our cowering bodies all at once

and there's nothing one can do but shake
Colm Jul 2018
There are girls who smell like spring...

And there are girls who smell like books...

And there are girls who paint a trace along the lines of your own family.

Which are most to be avoided.
Something in the air. Which cannot be shaken. But shakes me.
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
You hurt
Yet not with blood
Yet still you breathe
At least you breathe
Keep breathing
Please

You shake
And shiver
A fearful lone quiver
Yet still you breathe
At least you breathe
Keep breathing
Please

You live
You survive
I hope you can thrive
Forgive my lies
For you, I’ll stop breathing
Stop breathing
Stop

You hurt
I hurt
I’ve cried through the times
You’ve cried through my lies
The Blue Man is coming
For me to stop breathing
Stop breathing
Stop

At least the Blue Man
Isn’t coming for you
I’ve lured Him to me
With my silly false truths
You just keep breathing
Keep breathing
And someday
I’ll breathe again
Too
But if I don’t
I will always love you
I had to pick myself up and save myself. But in order to do that, I had to let part of myself go.
Gale L Mccoy Jul 2018
why do i have to stand
when i could fly
my feet are glued
to a ground set on fire
ive waited long enough
for my wings to grow
no matter how my hand shakes
i will grab each feather
try try try again to stitch together
day 4 for 31 days of poetry
a pair of bad eggs they do make
by always playing an ill game
we've grown accustom to their shake
over at the forum's house frame

by always playing an ill game
they've caused such great naughtiness
over at the forum's house frame
we've seen all their gross haughtiness

they've caused such great naughtiness
which can't be gladly excused
we've seen all their gross haughtiness
this behaviour they've well used

which can't be gladly excused
a twosome showing disregard
this behaviour they've well used
in the nice recreation yard

a twosome showing disregard
we've grown accustom to their shake
in the nice recreation yard
a pair of bad eggs they do make
Benedict May 2018
I know you shake and squeak,
I bought you cheap,
Parts of you dropped below,
Down to the road,
So, I slowed,
To rescue your parted pieces.
Then back inside,
With limited tool supply,
I’d scratch my head,
And knot my brow,
As your rusted threads,
Spun round and round,
But I’d make you whole again,
My shaking, squeaking friend,
With you there is no end,
For every time your handles creak,
Any rush of air that peeps
A look through treads run bare,
I’ll carry you home,
With care,
And make you whole again.
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
Cry
I do not want to cry
Or hear those words yelled
I should not have to hide my tears
Yet I lower my eyes when they are welled

My hands should not shake
I cannot stop them though I try
My eyes and nose are red with grief
I do not want to cry
An oldie but goodie
Haruharu Apr 2018
"Trust your gut they say".

I felt it coming but I chose to ignore it.

Yet here I am.

Left alone, shaken from what just happened.

Dumped.

Breathless, in shock.

Longing for his arms that I won't feel around me anymore.

His shirt, folded on my couch.

His scent is gone.

A sign of this story's end.

My heart is pounding.

Tears running down my cheeks.

With shaky legs I go outside, to look at the stars.

To ask them, why?
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