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Aditya Roy Feb 8
This' heart's a jukebox
Darling buds of may
If you love him
Clap your hands
If you know you hate him too
You love him
Clap your hands
If you can't get enough
There'll nothing left share
If you don't love him
Then dump him
If you can, Polly...

Polly (The Poem)

Love can be annoying
But, annoying can be lovely
Women
You are beautiful
Look at a mirror
Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. That's a true reflection.
A clock tells you the time.
A poem tells you the rhyme.
A ladder of poetry tells you to climb
Monika Nov 2018
Roses are red
Marijuana is dank
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Jasmine dryer Oct 2018
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thats all i got to say

it means a lot.
Gypsy Ashlyn Sep 2016
And this is what I do
What a child am I
The moment a social gathering is mentioned
Or I meet another with similar
Creative interests
I become crippled and inferior
Shaking in my boots
My voice shrinks
My mind is domed by a hovering cloud
Dark and Endless
My eyes become dry
No ,they don't soak
With salty tears
They stare
Off into the sad abyss
That is my reflection
My eyes are paralyzed
By silent thoughts
That have no voice
But the most physical effect
A caved in chest
Heavy breathing
Every bit of my strength
Refusing to scratch out my eyes
And pull out my hair
Because that
Would just add on to the migraine
I have been dragging on and on
Much like the cigarettes
People are so confused on why I smoke
Don't you see?
I am terribly self destructive
My world opens up
And I shut down
All the emotions of just sitting in the living room with my roommates.
Gypsy Ashlyn Aug 2016
She lights up with innocence
But is tempted by a rebellious bone
Small and sweet
But has had only one love
An aching heart pain
It sends shockwaves to the brain
That puts her in lockdown
No way in
No way out
The poor thing
When good comes along
She dances and sings
But soon enough
She stops and thinks
Ponders the scary things
With no knowledge on how to jump
Leap from the cliff
Have faith that destiny will catch her
She sways and grooves along
Until she finds her song
Gypsy Ashlyn Aug 2016
Are they treating you well there?
I'm sure my home
Is nothing compared to yours
People here drag their feet
And curse standing in line
I'm sure your neighbors say hello
And I always thought
That maybe, there, where you are,
Is quiet
No highways or sirens
No bad news
I wish I was there
I would never desire your return here
It's too messy
You have been stripped of chaos
Worry, doubt, and pain
We all felt it a bit when you left
The pain
Especially your children.
I saw such worry in his eyes
And she lost her spark for a while
But they had us to lean on
Their whole family
The kids' smiles
I think that was the real step
The real thing that helped
Because they have no idea
They just know they are alive
And are really happy about it.
The thing is
Though Its been a minute since you left
I still can't detect  your absence  
Sure, I get sad that I cant physically see you
But I feel you
And we speak in my dreams
You always talk to me
When I was at my worst
You told me It would be alright
You encouraged me to get an education
And you were on those bleaches when I fell in agony
Nanny, Poppy, Grandma
I love you so much
Without you,
I just don't think I would have made it
And I'm sorry I started trying after you were gone
I wish I did it while you were still here
But I know you know
You hold the babies while they sleep
Comfort my mom and dad
When they are slumped in a chair
Stressed with life
And are helping us grandkids make the right choices
So we can venture into this world of uncertainty
With at least one reassurance
That no matter where we go or what we do
Our family has such an unbreakable bond
Death could never intervene
We miss you
We feel you
We love you
To my passed grandparents
Gypsy Ashlyn Aug 2016
I may fall
And spend years
Building my brittle bones to stand up
With indented red knees
Your hand sitting in front of my eyes
I am left speechless
Besides, I would much rather show you
hat I am stronger than you think
The incoming tides of my insecurities,
They restrict me
My crash is silent
How are you even able to turn around?
Willing to see me on the ground
Now I feel a burden
Causing a sting in the steps
You have been taking, consistently
I suggest you leave this be
For a crippling collapse is easy for me
To not recover
Just to sit and stop breathing
But with a sunlight smile you say,
"You have beautiful knees.
Stand up and let them breathe
Be clear of dirt
Clear of scars
You are not hurt
Your mind is armed"
I am giving all I am now
To keep my feet on the ground
Still shaking and scared
You're still breathing
Still there
Kiss my wounds
Lead the way
Teach me to be brave
Gypsy Ashlyn Aug 2016
There's a brick road
Barricading my sight
But, nothing is for me in the distance
Nothing but a colorless sunset
It's only vibrant of black and white
I hold my cigarette up and squint one eye
To replace the sun
Because the embers are my warmth
They ignite the nicotine
Destined for my blood
They produce the smoke
That will probably cause my premature death
The thin layer of  snow crinkles under my boots
As I walk over to my old Elementary School playground
I sit on a swing and let my feet drag
The chains are icy
Its dead silent
I toss my smoke to the white powder
Then laugh.
It looks like ******* *******.
****, it looks like ******* *******.
I'm the last left.
Friends moved away,
Others OD'd
We couldn't trust each other anymore
Not like we used to
Not like when we first all met here
I was on this swing actually.
Tommy and Sarah came up to ask for an opinion.
Do little girls have ***** like big ladies?
We were **** out of luck from the start
Even as second graders we were sadistic.
Throwing rocks at the fat kids
Kissing under the slide where teachers couldn't find us
I cant feel my face
I don't want to be the last one
I pull out a cigarette
This is my last one
I better head home
Gypsy Ashlyn Aug 2016
Red lights are gently painting my room
Gracing half of my mattress that rests on the floor
As I lean upon the window sill
I send empty glances to strangers
Only wishing for one to occupy my time
Until my neighbor finishes stitching up holes in my dress
In exchange for a pack of Marlboro Reds
My frail bones are aching for validation
Causing me to become desperate for the ability
To throw my skin on the floor
Tainted in prints
And beg why
Why it may only maintain it's survival
With the touch of wicked sin
Feeding off of high heels, drug store mascara, and soulless hands
Red lights
Why are there so many red lights?
Jazmine Moore Aug 2015
Take all of me/
Roll me up/
Smoke me/
I could get you so high.
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