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Jamie King Feb 2015
.                      *
                            The
                            Xyr-
                       ­    -esic
                   Steel of justice
             Real and unfogiving
                        Cutting
                        through  
                        Foes  of
                        The thr-
                       -one pro-
                       - tecting
                        Friends
                        F­orever
                        presev -
                        -ing pe-
                          -ace
                             .
Inspired by Cat aka Catwoman aka Catbrd
Kristen Hain Jan 2015
LSD
The lower back arches
Muscles tangle in with the spine
And intertwining curvature sneaks between vertebras
Creating a vineyard of sweet spirits
That I could drink from the palms of your hands

As though the gentle and rough intentions
Had forever been engraved in a fate
That the universe hadn’t even planned for it
Otherwise the circumstances wouldn’t have been

And so foolish, I looked onward to the lit pavement
Walking between the crowd in hopes that
The grasping of my soul would stop from being tortured
In ways so tender that I wish I could expand in to the millions of atoms I am

Your skin felt like a warm liquid
That washed over your bones structure
Your eyes, those brown eyes
That looked at me with a shine that
I wasn’t sure if everyone else could see
And the light freckles and tinges of skin tone
Pixelated the platform of your body
And I, could look at you forever
Without even thinking twice about tomorrow
elizabeth Dec 2014
Not all bridges are made of wood,
you tell me,
when I ask you why you have not yet
set fire to the pathway
that connects us

Some of the ugliest structures
are the ones that last the longest-
the ones where you can see the insides
and there is no masking
the wear and tear
of years of rain and wind and snow

Eventually,
those structures become landmarks,
pieces of importance

I realize that our structure
is by far, the ugliest,
and I hate it every time I see it

but I will not remove it
Shruti Atri Dec 2014
The beauty of chaos is that,
It doesn't always stand for destruction;
Sometimes it's merely a lack of structure.
It's Fate, undergone a twisted lobotomy...

--

You're caught in a whirlwind, with no sense of direction;
Once the storm has passed
And the feeling of sanity is restored,
You get up and walk on,
On whatever path you've been dropped on;
And after a few miles you'll ask yourself:
*Was it all meant to be?
No matter the chaos, no matter the destruction, the confusion, it will always subside. There will always be a path to walk on after you've been thrown amock, remember to gather your courage and march on...
For, what else is better than to be alive?
Once upon a time I sought a structure
that decided not to be found.
Perhaps on a map I’d look
                                      but Nothing
would stare back at me as if questioning its own darkness
and speaking as if          submerged.  



And so it remained as though of treasure submerged
within the withering structure
                                                       ­                    of a sunken ship in darkness,
praying to never be found.
                                     Nothing
would do much to reserve a second look.


Yet every so often it would open its eye and look,
submerged
                 in Nothing,
building piece by piece its own little structure
                                             to look
through the darkness.

And when complete, a light drowned the darkness
and gave away the slightest chance to look,
                 but to be found
                                                 in the vanishing darkness
would prove fatal to the structure
         and so it died and returned to Nothing.

I had thought it would all be for nothing,
maybe a chance to wade through the darkness
would wither            away the need for the structure.
                                                 I wondered if it would be of use to look,
even in those places so deep and submerged
    where nothing would be found.

   Or maybe all along it had been found
   and the light had since destroyed the Nothing,    
leaving it to wither away submerged
and drifting to the empty void of darkness.
With a feeling of peace to stop and look,
a gentle glint of light revealed the structure.

But what to do when the structure was found?
Was to hold it for a look worth nothing?
Should something of such darkness be submerged?
Erin Atkinson Oct 2014
The absurdity
is in the conclusion,
                                   but it's also
                                          the cliff
                  from which I jumped
From Chaos,
                      To Chaos.
                                             All that is left
                              is a futile attempt to understand
                                       the silly habit of living:
    *A constant battle between
Order          and          Disorder
Nicole Sep 2014
I want to feel, yet
I want to die..no
I just want to go back
  to an easier time.
When life made sense
When people were there
When you didn't have to worry
  if they even cared.
If not for now, then what?
If not here, where would I be?
If I'd changed my mind in the beginning
  I know this wouldn't be me.
She brings me back down when
She holds my hand in hers
She usually keeps these feelings
  from getting so much worse.
Home isn't where the heart is and
Home won't set me free
Home won't stop my aching chest
  or **** this insanity.
fun with structure but also this is really how I feel
Kevin Eli Sep 2014
Time and space in which we think we are.
I wonder where it ends, and the beginning starts.
Somewhere past the infrared,
Between the black and ultraviolet,
The vibration's hum is endless, but seems so still and quiet.

Heat from suns and cold, empty distance
Keeps perfect balance for our existence.
A symmetry for simple structure
Expanding in explosive nature.
Life is sparked in the darkness.

Pressure buckles under construction,
Mountains skip and oceans boil
Struggle for substance in the morsel
Whether microscopic, or colossal.
Evolution keeps threading the needle.

Vicious fire, ice and flying rock
Versus a little blue bubble, that one day will pop.
It's too much to take in, like counting raindrops
Appreciate the beauty and forget-me-nots.
Because one day, this might all stop.

What an overwhelming universe.
Structure.

Stability.

Rigidity.

Critical view.

Thoroughness.

Totality.

Honesty.
Lani Foronda Jul 2014
I don't like labels.
Labels mean restrictions.
Oh, you want to do that?
No no, you can't!

Labels mean expectations and
Expectations means disappointment.
Labels mean something has to be
Ought to be
Like this
& not like that.
We'd constantly be thinking if what we were doing
Was what we should be doing.

I like labels.
Labels mean structure,
And structure means order.
If everything was in its place-
Exactly as it ought to be-
We'd be okay.
We wouldn't have to worry about crossing over the lines
That the world has drawn up against us.
We'd know what to expect
And what to feel.
September26,2013
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