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Michael Ryan Nov 2015
If I never wrote
people would never know that I live--
does that matter--
it sure does to me.

That when my thoughts
and words
all my experiences
never hinted to involve another person.

How can anyone ever know:
that I think
I ponder
and I thrive
that amongst all my knowledge,
desperately I pander
for the eyes atop hills
and inside the trees around me

to speculate about my life,
when the wind brushes
through my hair
and sweeps across plains
knocking into trees
and leaking into your homes.

There are hints of my brevity
lingering within the air
and next time you speak
you'll realize that these words,
are not yours alone
but the words I've snuck
into your mind
with the wind.
I don't really have that much interaction with people even though I am good with people due to circumstances. Some people want contact and desire/need to see the impact they have on their world.  To the people that are trapped.  You are impactful!
Madeline Frosh Nov 2015
And my thoughts tend to be enclosed to myself
     For only my head to place them upon a shelf
To think as I please
     And develop an idea that may or may not appease,
These people do understand how this process works
     Policies created and all that lurks
Before you and I, in a different place
     Subject to locking lips and showing face --
When it came to thinking what you believe
     You were forced to leave
'Welcome home' they would say
     'This could never feel like home' considering all the games
      they play--
Off the shelf my thoughts will roll
     My words spoken, content, without paying a toll
Based on the Human Right: Freedom of Thought
SilverSpoon Oct 2015
In the days of princes and jesters and coronations and queens
We humpty dumpties fell to the ground
As we let our walls break down beneath us
And we didn’t need all the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men
Because we put each other back together again
And sat there in our piles of rubble
And talked for hours about each ****** crumbled
aurora Sep 2015
i miss
getting drunk
and talking to people
whom i'll never see again
Rachel Sterling Sep 2015
Don't really know when it's okay to talk to you
Is it okay to talk to you?
You only answer at certain times
Maybe you're just busy
Maybe you have nothing to talk about
I want to talk to you about everything though.
I want to tell you about my day
About my classes
My lack of art this week
My professors
My classmates
My job
Veronica's dog.
I feel like I would be a bother if I did that.
So I try to say nothing.
Poetic T Sep 2015
Staring out of the window a blank stare
Radiates outwards, cold methodical
Unfeeling of what is seen.

"What do you think,

As not even a glimmer of life breathes forth
A reply, and they just stare at the film reel
Of scenery that leaves eyes behind.

"We'll be their soon, don't worry,

Head leans forward as eyes brushed closed,
Nothing is missed it wasn't the others times
When eyes stared to long now closed.

"What shall I do with you,

"I know I spy,

No answer comes back, just silent, vacant
stillness.

"Fine be like that see if I care,

Dried up roses sit on the back seat. petals
Scattered over the vacant area, others
Dyeing an old wet jacket soiled and haggard.

"May I borrow that I have some thing in my teeth,
"Don't worry Ill give it you back,

He leans over, and removes it, making an
Unpleasant squelch as if not wishing to
Let loose that which is desired.

"Look I gave you to look after,
"Not to own its mine,

With a final pull taken with force.
Picking slowly at that piece of burger stuck
Lodged in-between two teeth, them a bump.

"Holy mother of crap,
"This is your fault for not releasing it when I asked,

As blood seeps from a lip, teeth bathed in droplets
Of crimson smudged with every painful lick and
Touch of their grazed lip.

"Here have it back,
"It was mine, but now I'll... I'll...,
"Who am I kidding, not like it can do anything else,

Sitting back in the car a hanky chief held tightly
Between teeth lip and tongue. Were here now?
Don't look so shocked, as headlights glare.

"Now look I prepared it for your arrival,
"Always best to plan ahead,

A picnic sheet, is laid on the dry grass, and then
As a stiff crack is heard echoing out, from
Where rigor-mortis  has set in like stone.

"Wow maybe I drove a little too long this time,
"But you liked the views didn't you,

As the knife again pulled out of their chest,
wiped upon the sheet.  it was a cheap thing
Only good was to wrap up unwanted things

"Good as new,

Sweat drips on the ground, as the shovel
tightens the shallow graves soil,
Leaves pulled from the boot cover evenly.

"Another one rested, I do enjoy these drives,
"Next one may have to be shorter?

Getting in to the car looking at the empty seat,
Thinking of how soon another like ones
Before will sit in that seat and enjoy the ride.
Becky Littmann Aug 2015
Look at you sitting there on your high throne,
looking upon all you own
your mini-you's & the clones
you think you're high & mighty
because your a ***** daily & nightly
but what I'm going to say won't come lightly

The ones you knocked down
just so you can wear that crown
don't think you won't drown
& I'm not just trying to clown
You're really a lonely *****
who's hobby is being a whitch
so get back on your broom
messing with me will leave you with a wound needing a stitch
So if I were you, I'd watch what I say...better yet what you do
my guess is you'll end up black & blue
with scars on your face
you'll be put back into your place
I'll ******* up with my words & class
& you're more than welcome to KEEP my TRASH
because second hand ***
is never going to last & that's a fact
& I sure as HELL DON'T want him back
that would be a huge mistake
my happiness I'm not looking to break
So say what you want
with all your ******* & lies
everyone can see the truth in my eyes
Jesica Dittemore Aug 2015
I hate causing you pain
My old friend
I can’t seem to think straight
Nothing can help, I’m insane
I don’t want to hurt you
I don’t want to hurt
Is it better to pretend nothing happened?
Or should we never speak again?
I have no idea, but I know I can’t do this anymore
I don’t know how to look at you
Without an aching in my heart
So I must say ado.
Sonya L Aug 2015
information
informotion
flowing potions
b a d or g o o d
know your notion
cease the commotion
be you and your devotion
one like the waves in the ocean
Gearsofgizmo Aug 2015
Just because you're not talking doesn't mean you're not saying anything.
I can hear how you feel through the silence.
I can see what you're thinking from the look on your face.
I can understand how you are through a simple hug.
Just because you don't talk doesn't mean there's nothing to be heard.
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