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Michael Apr 11
The tread on yer shoes aint there.
The tread on yer shoes aint there nowhere.
Worn out beyond compare, the whole pair,
so you slipped off yer **** and fell down the stairs!
Ya hollered and yelled the moment ya fell,
but no one came to help!
A loud KABOOM, but no one in their rooms
could even hear ya yelp!
It rained that night ya stepped outside
to a nasty tumbling blunder!
Cuddled up, cozied up in our beds
cause we all just thought it was thunder.

Stomp Stomp Stomp like an old wet mop,
you was mad as a hornet's nest!
Had to sit through what happened to you,
and you made sure of it!
Said you was out there just a cryin for help,
while everyone just stayed put.
You reminded us again of what happened to you,
then bent over and showed yer ****.

Not sayin that this matter is a funny disaster.
But seein that yer fine, don't mind the laughter!

Better go get new shoes today,
or this might happen again.
Land on yer **** like that, I say,
and you might just break yer chin!
Man Feb 22
the next time i dream
i want to remember i'm dreaming
so i can soar
so i can fly
and alter its reality to my vision
to terraform the mind
but who says you must take the reigns,
there's lucidity to you now,
but must you wrestle control?
Armand-DeamoJC Nov 2020
My demise
I cannot despise
I'll look it in the eyes
And accept my poem dies
I'll soar in the skies
For days
While nobody cries
And everyone strives
After their derives
I'll end up rich and alone some day. I just feel it
LC Nov 2020
I walked around, arms always crossed,
never speaking until I was spoken to.
I kept my head down, subservient to a ruler
who knew and preyed on my every weakness.

Lately, I've been fighting back.
My arms are outstretched, accepting what comes.
I released the anchors that sank my heart for years
without waiting for anyone's approval - only mine.

My head is held high.
The ruler can't weaponize the truth anymore.
My acceptance drained the poisonous power
of the ruler's previously potent weapons.

Now I am not ruled by anyone.
Try as they might, they'll never trap me again.
I'll never let them for as long as I draw breath,
and my spirit can finally soar to the greatest of heights.
It's been a while. I would love to know who you think the ruler is or symbolizes!
rig Oct 2020
old winds hold me all the way down
to the dead hyrax land below;
i am one with the house of zeus.
my thunder scars itch and open
up, the blood red and not golden,
but i know they will close and heal
as i approach the journey’s end.
honey, meet me at the downpour.
She just wished
that she could fly
she could just
grow wings
and soar high
above her problems
and her life
fly away to
a place that
took her away
Josephine Wilea Oct 2020
She gives me sweet butterflies
You make my soul soar.
Hungry Sep 2020
I want you to ride my wings
Where the wind moves you most
Pretty Pilot fly me
Im your obedient host

I want you to push me
Where boundaries seem close
Pretty Pilot control me
May I propel my blows

I want you to come
Where heights forbid those
Pretty Pilot it’s just me
Let loose and let go

I want you to sleep
Where comfort hugs you so
Pretty Pilot feel me
Only the wind will know

I want you to wake up
When time is moving slow
Pretty Pilot steadily,
Let’s dip high and dip low

I want you to be here
Where we can dive and row
Pretty Pilot confide in me
Just aboard and let’s go

I want you to trust me
When you’re afraid, although
Pretty Pilot direct me
My pedals grow and grow
Track 7
VBBOTG
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
A tall silver trailer

In my backyard

When I was a little girl

I wanted to fly

I figured out

How to climb

Up and up

To the top

Of that silver trailer

Pacing left and right

I wanted to fly

Let the wind

Get tangled in my hair

Lingering on the edge

I stood there

Content

With sun teasing my face

Confident, unaware

Of gravity

Hesitant for a moment

But patience taught me

To enjoy the view

Of neighborhood of rooftops

I wanted to fly

So I jumped

Off that silver trailer

Soared with arms open

Then fell

To the ground

Feet landed first

The ground jolted by body alive

Crouched there for a moment

For I had flew

Smile collected along with bruised palms

Hadn’t been afraid

For I knew the ground

Would catch me

I laughed and danced

For I had flew and found freedom

Collected rooftops upon my descent

I never regretted finding the ground

Or thought

It was a hindrance to be born with legs

And not wings
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