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Andrew T Oct 2016
You Facebook messaged me today.
**** it’s been a month or two!
I remember at Velvet I tried
to be like Lennon to your friend Roxy!
“dance?” I said, raising my arms; eye contact; smile.
She smiled and said, “Oh no that’s ok…”
“Ok, I’m not John Lennon haha…”
Twenty mins go by. I lit a jack.
You and I geeked about Murakami.
I was three Natty bo’s deep. I glanced up; rain fell
Your friend Sara pushed up her huge [ellipses] umbrella.
You mentioned your boyfriend is a Deejay at Flash.
You Facebook messaged me today.
Y Rada Oct 2016
I looked as you got out from the house
I was suddenly swayed by your manliness
So lovely and rugged in your checkered shirt
Dark beard so scruffy and muscles so rippling.

You slowly walked towards me like a panther
The birds suddenly sang ting a ling a ling ding ****
You slowly stretched your arms and whispered
Huh? But I cannot hear what you say, what is it?

Are you going to **** me at this very moment?
With just your looks you can but I beg you don’t!
You sized me up and down and I was scared but then
Thank goodness you are simply a Lumbersexual.

You opened the zipper of your worn-out jeans
Ooohh! What a huge “hatchet” you have there
You poured everything and I accepted silently
I cannot complain nor retreat for I am just a tree!
Day 6: Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest FB status update in any order.


My FB status is: "ooohh Lumbersexual is in the house"

Thank you lumbersexuals or urban lumberjacks. Why oh why was this my latest FB stat? Gaaaahhh..!! I tried my best tsk tsk...
Through anarchy, you gain fame.

Through monarchy, you claim an executive name.

Through trial, you earn a new automobile.

Through a steal, you gain a first class meal.

Throughout it all, you learn that the battle is not worth the fall.

Throughout it all, you learn how to find your natural call.
One of my better poems I think, as it can be very difficult creating rhymes aligned with the same rhyme throughout; without losing any authenticity or creativity. Hope you enjoy.
Steven Forrester May 2016
Trying to race my mind
It usually wins
My pain comes alive
And so it begins

I'm thinking
Wanna be drinking
Sinking
With an inkling
Of what comes next
I'm flying
And dying
Don't like me?
*******
You're lying
So keep trying
To produce that copious shade

I'm frustrated
Recreated
Into the fray
I'll navigate it
Swipe here
A slash there
I'll gravitate
****
A wink here
The charm there
I radiate it
I always get what I want
Can't negotiate it

I want to live my life
Like the ones in the movies
And I start to think
My life's a parody
Of a tragedy
Deepening my grief

But I'm still alive...
Greenie Nov 2015
She is looking out the window

again. Wishing for there to be

no window. That she could feel the

tumbles of pittering rain droplets as they

run with the wind. On her face. She

thinks on how her autumn-harvest

hair would plaster against her pinked-out

cheeks and jaw and lips. She

watches, seemingly unable to forget her

evening plans. It's down to her mother's

black silk or the leopard-skin

gloves, but both are ripped and she

doesn't know how to sew. She

isn't tired. She's exhilarated. Ready to

feel the rain and wind and trees sail

across her face and down her neck. She

sits and watches through glass panes as skies

whip clouds like batter.
Arcassin B Mar 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


I'm washing my hands now...
I'm washing my hands of you,
The feeling of dread is tasteless,
But you have no intention to be rude,

~[ I'M TOUCHING YOUR FACE]~
~[JUST LOST IN THE WORLD]~
Thinking of a million ways,

of you just hurting me,
feeling so sparkly,
while your eyes are still blue

No control of what my mind is thinking,
From my feet to my eyebrows,
Washing bad memories away now,
You use to wanna make me proud,

~[I EXPLORED ALL YOUR FEELS]~
~[WON'T YOU GIVE ME YOUR LOVE]~
~[FRUIT WAS MEANT TO BE PEALED]~
~[AND I WANNA OPEN YOU UP IN YOUR LOVE]~

of you just hurting me.


http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/03/sparkly.html
Very bright in our futures
Joz Mar 2016
I was the one
Who thought status was not important
I was the one
Who always felt status was just a word

Now I'm in this uncertain situation
Where I do not know my position
Should I demand something or not
Should I give it all or not

Why am I jealous?
Why should I complain?
Why do I need to feel loved?
Why am I suppose to care?

Then I relalized something
Statusless is not good
A thing must be firm
So you know what you should do
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