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Darkness Apr 2016
Eating breakfast on a strange star
way up in the sky
Baconian, egg-less and toasty creatures
passing by

Waving at me
four arms four hands
avoiding crumbs  
while dancing to joyful one-man bands

Painting Cezanne's masterpieces
with van Gogh like skill
painting purple geese
and showing off until

I woke up hot
looking like hell
cursed my way down to my mademoiselle

Apologised to her in rapid succesion
got on my seat and called me a connection, waitress;
told her my **** breakfast was tasteless

Looked up at her hands and noticed some things
she was wearing some great tiny shiny gold rings
that wasn't that much strange but i noticed something else

She had twenty fingers
and four ******* hands
'crazy', i thought, all by myself

Woke up again
but in rapid succesion
and glad to find my girlfriend
waiting in vain
Sombro Apr 2016
I held my hand out to the dark
And scooped a black from air
I held it hard, a beating heart
'Tell me all, hostage fair,'

'I slink and sleek,
Cramp and creep,
Hustle hiss
I foe your sleep.'

Rumble, bumble, tumble so,
taken over by hand-held heart,
I crumble when I see it hold me,
It shakes me shakes me till I part.

Let it free, I said to me,
And go it did, fly on scales like music,
Clunking, chunking out the door,
I felt a little mad that day.
I don't even know what this is. Writing this was quite an experience.
brixton bell Apr 2016
The idea is that my life is beginning to feel like one big joke & i’m god’s punchline.

my stomach churns. i can’t eat. Nothing equals out. The stupid world keeps turning & i’m not going anywhere but down. it hurts– nothing specific. it’s all lies on top of lies on top of half-truths on top of lies. Unraveling. Detachment. i can’t go anywhere or do anything. Everyone is out to get me. My existence is nonexistent. i’m stuck in a really horrible drawn out chess game & i’m always the losing piece. i’m selfish. you are like a weapon & an addiction all in one.
By YOU i mean EVERYTHING. whatever you want to call it, it’s all the same end result.
odd-man out, downfall.

i’m hurting all the ******* time & it makes no sense.
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Kale Apr 2016
Isn't it strange
That men women and child
Are being prosecuted
Because of their beliefs
Because of their color
Because of their gender
Because of their class.

Isn't it strange that
Now-a-days it is cool to be stupid
But stupid to be smart
It is cool to bully
The weak
And praise the unworthy.

Isn't it strange
That we disrespect
Those who raised us
Because we see it happening
On TV.

Isn't it strange
That we would spend
Thousands of dollars
For the latest item on the market
But can't afford to help
the less fortunate.

Isn't it strange
That my voice will become
Unheard
Rejected
Scorned
Because what I say is true
and I stand for what I believe in.
Christina Cox Apr 2016
And for some odd reason she hasn't had her coffee

                                                         ­                   And for some strange reason
                       she's hanging upside down

                                                                     And if for some little particle of time you see her right side up

                      Tell her hi for me and give her this little bitty cup
Àŧùl Apr 2016
Firstly, sit somewhere,
You can never in your life,
And it won't matter whether
You are a husband or a wife,
As a matter of fact you can't
Just make a square in air,
With your right hand,
And
A circle on the ground with your toe.

That is 'cause your brain,
Now just so very humane,
Can't follow this paradox,
Conflicting activities both.

Now position change,
Get down on the floor,
Yes, on all your four.

And you can not breathe in and out,
As quickly with your tongue out of your mouth,
And your nostrils both not being used.
My HP Poem #1050
©Atul Kaushal

Like this post if you tried either or both.

If you tried the second, you might have realized that it is possible, just that there isn't much difference between you and your uncle's dog!

Sorry!
Pastell dichter Apr 2016
i feel like I'm falling into a dream
where my best friends are strange memories
and i can't bring them back
and I'm a little girl again shaking with fear
how do you get you girlfriend and best friend back
when they are controlled by something
i don't know what to do
Inflection detection in wording circumspection.
Emotion induction from sentence construction.
Thinking,reckless, breathless.

Intrepid interpolated  meaning interpretation.
Conclusive concussive membrane concussive.
Paranoid, panoramic, irrational.

Dogmatic denial Vexing act servile.
Divisional divisive delusional decisive .

Thinking,reckless, breathless.
Paranoid, panoramic, irrational.
Jasmine Moreno Mar 2016
Always having a different type of view,
The type of thoughts that differentiate me from you.
Always had dreams I've wanted to pursue, know there's more to help the people we can do.
So many people getting abused,
The pain and struggle locked in our "strange" rooms.
Lingering the feeling that all has been doomed,
Remember the media's view is the truth misconstrued.
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