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Bob Sterry Jul 2014
Now and then
I take a nap
A nap on the couch
It’s that or pretend I am paying attention.
To accelerate a reluctant somnolence
I return to another house
A house very far away
And in the past
Where my mother is busy in the kitchen.
While I doze off my jet lag in the closet she calls a bedroom
The almost rhythmic sounds of her kitchen are a sleeping draught
A draught so powerful no ****** competes.
I wonder now if she knew.
No explanation needed.
Marlo Jul 2014
Can you hear something that's
Not real?
Time is not real,
But you hear the
tick tock of a clock.
You say you're heart,
Is nonexistent; not real.
But you can hear the
thump thump
In your chest.
We used to always say we didn't have hearts.
. *** .
Dark Jewel Jul 2014
Thy heavenly sound,
Hath unleashed fury.
Upon mankind,
For all eternity.

Thy guidance,
Into a realm of lore,
Hath cometh to destroy,
Your true words.

Wilst thou remain?
In thy Reqiuem of hell..

Fall mortal,
*Thy serpentine awaits thee.
Lyra O Jul 2014
At this advanced stage
of our labiodental skirmish
& alveopalatal explorations
Words won't come anymore

Only mangled morphemes going
in & out of you going
in & out of me
Only tangled utterances tripping
over themselves in utter haste
Shapeless & shameless

Proper articulation is abandoned
along with all other senses
of propriety

& The critical period is past
& The critical period is coming

& Words won't come at all
but even if they don't

Using my tongue
I can still make you
I'm just going to dump all of my old + new poems here. This one's from a few days back.
Hannah Mary Jun 2014
you hear the waves of the ocean, right?
That sound is water smashing water.

You hear the clapping of hands, right?
That sound is hands slapping together.

You hear the cries of a girl, right?
That is the sound of her heart being shattered by her virtues.

You can hear various sounds
If you just ponder
About your universe.
Not my best but I like the idea of all the different noises created in the world
nichole r Jun 2014
There was once a man made of beer bottles.
they clanked together as he walked
and the sound echoed for miles.
his mind was hazy and full of slush.
the bottles' weight made it difficult to walk.
and he could not hear his wife's screaming

                   his daughter's sobbing

his son's pleading

over those **** clanking bottles.
Hannah Anderson May 2014
I think I love too easily.

I find it so simple to pick out the best traits in somebody.
I like to know what makes people tick and what makes their pupils dilate. I can fall in love with the way they talk about
their favorite shades of color
and the way they pick out groceries.


I am interested in the way people take their coffee
and if they prefer tea better.
and why
herbal
caffeinated

I find myself loving people for their laughter
and the crinkles beneath their eyes when they smile.
And I think it’s so cute whenever they suppress their grins
when they think of something funny or memorable.
I love the way people talk about life
and what’s on their mind;
it’s nice to know that there is more
more to discuss than the sounds on mattresses
and the type of plant they inhale.
You are beautiful.
I love the way people spill their hearts out when they’re happy
or when they’re sad.

Sometimes, when they don’t let me love them,
it makes me want to love them even more.

And even when they don’t love me back, I still continue to love.
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