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ㅡjatm Sep 2015
Poetry doesn't need to rhyme
For every single time
Considering that poetry is emotion
That's evidently in motion
And I desire to write something subtle
Where I'll be thinking hard for a strange title
(J.a.t.m)
Xoi Oct 2015
I had a cigarette for lunch today
and everyone knows how hard it is
to function when you're full
so in trying to digest
and get back to my day
I had another
and now I miss mamas cooking
Nessa dieR Oct 2015
I hear them all,
I hear them say:
This Love you feel,
Is not meant to stay.

This love is so strange
It'll drive you mad
Smiling through tears
At the thought of what you had.


I hear them whisper, "we are nothing but blind"
Their voices get tangled in my mind.
They question me
And never let me see
When will they just let this love be?
paper boats Sep 2015
Through beauty, you have spoiled me
And I run from life and death,
Hiding from foreign love.
Lest I pay for my sins,
******* in your bed,
Begging for the ropes to to cut through my acne - spotted skin.
Then in my bed,
With no arousal left to stain the sheets,
I let spill the tears,
From naive memories of the hands which touched me then.

Sonnets are post-modern confessional poetry,
And my love the subject of them all.
Like a sun,
Forgetting to light half of the moon,
Your unbuttoned shirt often slips my mind,
Slips into my mind during languid afternoons,
When I haven't quite digested my lunch,
Or your smile.

Can I leave?
But I am trapped,
The key in my pocket,
Rusting.
MsAmendable Sep 2015
The shrine for the unknown god,
Whomever it may be
Turns out that the Romans, for all the gods they worshipped had a shrine set up for another god in case they missed one.
Cave Man Aug 2015
Entertainers go out on stage and howl
For people
People think they own the music
The music is for all.

Get lost in a created sound
One word makes you disappear from
Reality,
Native Americans
Symbolize animal life
The nature of the gods creations
Billions upon billions
Of worlds
Majestic world's
Don't fall to the evil.

Evil is explored
Death is not the end
We live on.

They're screaming ghost of the world
Dancing,smoking,
*******.....a very strange life


3-915
Something I wrote back in March while I was in school
I was just sitting there at my desk thinking about life and how strange it is.
Then this popped up onto my paper.
Kody dibble Aug 2015
Although I'm here,
Living this frivolous life,
The steadiness of virtue and strife,
Lead me into indecision and decision,
Like a broken symphony,
I chastise the thought,

For truth and bottles of blue,
Beneath the evening view, divine, present my intentions with,
The finest view of what to think,
Or what we think together,
At rest forever


Your persona and mine,
Mix like water, fire and filth,
Burning the melodic stench of depth,
A trance of melting of skin
Lively notes....
A leaf in shadow
Blown gently down darkest path
Dancing with the wind
LS Jul 2015
Funny how
I went from
Church every Sunday
And kissing boys
Only happened a week
After I started dating them

Strange how now
I haven't gone
To church in months
And how
Me and my best friend
Take turns
Giving the same boy
A ******* on the way home
From another party
After getting drunk
And fighting another girl together
Violet Blue Jul 2015
Is it strange
To not worry so much
When I can feel myself drifting away from you
I don't seem to mind somehow
All that I've been put through
Kind of feels okay to be slowly drifting
.-.
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