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Candy Flip Jan 2016
Poetry in free verse
Doesn't need to rhyme
Or have any
Discernable structure.

It is
The best kind
For aspiring writers
Who lack
Eloquence,

Such as
Myself.
Full yea free verse
Candy Flip Jan 2016
This time last year,
I thought I was the ****.
Turns out I was not the ****.
This year, I am the ****.
I am the ****
Jordan Rowan Dec 2015
You can refresh your mind
Discover what you need to find
"It will be just fine"
We'll see
It seems you're out of line
And you've gotta find the rhyme
It'll come back to you in time
Just like me

There's somewhere else around
In another town
Where I've heard you've been found
Paying dues
It's not like I'm blind
But I can't see the signs
They'll come back to me in time
Just like you

I'm not a crying man
But I did way back then
When you said it had to end
That I was free
But now you're finding out
I'm hard to do without
For you, I've had no doubts
Just like me

It's personal again
But I can't believe it, my friend
You're back here again
What can I do?
The attitude has died
It's grown up and realized
It had to come back to me in time
Just like you
Àŧùl Dec 2015
I really need me for myself now,
Change I must very soon anyhow.

Enough of selflessness,
I need some selfishness.

New routes call me right now,
Routes to the chaos I must modify.

The routes to my ultimate targets,
Be aimed rather than maimed.

My ultimate targets should be clearer,
The family needs me more than anyone.

Soon I shall be attaining peace,
Pure, divine, singleton peace.
My HP Poem #930
©Atul Kaushal
R Tollefson Dec 2015
I once told a girl that I loved her.
She laughed and shook her head, with a smile on her lips, god
she had a beautiful smile.
“I love you too silly”
These words rolled off from her tongue like honey
I gave a bright smile and hugged her
Holding her body close to mine for the split moment we had.
Was this romance or the platonic love of a friendship?
I'll never be able to find out
But I know that every time I held her hand, i felt so happy
And her big brown eyes were always filled with hope
Along with the sleepless nights where I would listening to her breathing, wanting to hold her close
But I couldn't
Cause we were just friends
Friends that haven't spoken in over seven years
And *******
I miss her voice
And her slender and small body
I loved her more then she’d end up knowing
Sophie Healy Dec 2015
Great. Okay. We're on the same page about this finally and it's great because friendship is great...
But I won't lie, I wish we weren't finishing this book
I wanna be on the same page of a different chapter with you, in a different book with you with a completely different ending with you and a plot line so good we're played on movie screens...
But, unfortunately, I am not the author of this cliche and honestly rereading this failed fairy tale is starting to put me to sleep
And I feel as though I am effortlessly putting effort into trying to be mature about this if that makes any sense because this feeling comes and goes and sometimes I care and sometimes I don't and other times I just can't..
By Sophie Healy
Jonathan Keeley Dec 2015
the same place i used to play with my toy trains i get drunk alone at 230 in the morning
thats a sobering thought
Em Nov 2015
She has constellations on her skin
And galaxies in her eyes
She is a work of art
Worth more than all in The Louvre
Her hands touch everyone's soul
And her laugh is a breath of life
She's astounding, yet doesn't know it
Your dream used to be
To show her her worth
But now she's gone
And left you in the shadows
this is all cliches and i don't care
Chris Nov 2015
what is it that fills you with malice
the fact that you will die alone and afraid
or
the fact that you lived alone and afraid
Àŧùl Nov 2015
They talk of spreading equality,
They call themselves religions,
Yet they restrict female prayers?

This is no equality,
They established no religions,
Only hypocrisy.
Many religions have few places of worshipping that don't allow women into their inner sanctum just because they think that women are impure due to *******.

My HP Poem #921
©Atul Kaushal
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