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anotherdream Dec 2017
Black ash,
Fallen trees.
Endless trash,
No more breeze.

Broken city lights,
Devastated buildings.
Eternal night,
No longer will be,

A time for peace,
A time for sleep,
A time to dream,
Although it seems,

There is hope,
There is life.
Let it go,
Seek and find.

Nothing to hold,
Only bright ashes.
I feel so cold,
Permanent rashes.

Sun fleeing,
Hope leaving.
People lying,
Love dying.

Suffer seeing,
Destiny weaving.
All is lost,
No more keeping.

Broken hearts,
Broken bones.
Nowhere to start,
Nowhere to go.

Lost in fate,
Found in despair.
No reason to hate,
No reason to care.
The aftermath that occurs after we give up...
nim Nov 2017
one year has passed
everything changed

but you?
you stayed
the same.
the owner operator
of the poetry
site
doesn't adhere to
his own guideline's
rite
it states that all members
must be
polite
yet he allowed slurs
from the Michigan
*****

one clearly recalls
what happened on that
day
a lowlife bloke used the term
***** in an offensive
way
whereupon the poetess who'd received
his nasty comment, left the site's
bay
she'd not be subject
to this derogatory
spray

no action taken against
the one in the
wrong
he still remains part
of the site's
throng  
an injustice within
the owner's weak
song
the smell of it is unforgettable
of reeking
pong

would seem that the trash talker (****)
does whatever he
likes
and the webmaster is complicit
in the words he
trikes
we cannot condone those
who trash a writing zone
they waltz in and litter the abode
as if it's theirs alone
well excuse us for not liking
the bad state of our cone
before they turned up everything
had a tidiness in tone

the ******* has no sense
of where it should hang out
it just delights in strewing
its self liberally about
we're all wishing that it'll
be on the way out*
cause none of us are
fussed at its piling tout

our environment is under
a waste cloud
may we soon see a lifting
*of its grotty shroud
Katelyn Billat Sep 2017
I always lived in the moment, got lost in it.
 I didn’t think of the future,
 I got lost in your eyes.
Hypnotized by them,
By your voice, your laugh,
 Now you’re gone because “it wasn’t going anywhere.”
 I cried for days, for nights.
 The sight of you brings an ache to my heart.
 I was truly lost in this world
 And trapped inside my dangerous thoughts
 That you always made me forget.
 Now I can’t stop thinking.
 Your smile that warmed my heart.
 Your laugh that made me feel alive.
 Your light brown eyes
 That sometimes magically changed color.
 Their happiness.
 Thinking of how happy you are with her.
 At least that’s what I’m told.
How you don’t know
 The pain I feel for you.
How you don’t care if I see the light.
Thinking of how you don’t care.
 Thinking of the memories you threw away
 And how I picked them out of the trash,
 Too afraid to let them go.
Viseract Sep 2017
It's all just cause and effect,
Protect and reject
Detect and defect,
Discard and collect

Trust in the trash,
Liars mix and match
Selling you the shady ****
That destroys every pact

Getting luck from a draw
The Irish in me is called
As my number is pulled
Adrenaline is pulled forth

But here is my call,
The Misfortunate fall
Around me stands doors
And all lead to closed corridors....
opportunity hits dead ends sometimes. so does luck, and so too do my relationships
Cloudy Heart Aug 2017
Old words are meant to be thrown away
they're like snake venom throughout your body
all the old, faded words you wished

were never written

I'm glad someone stole my old journal full of poems
because I am a new person now

a new pen writing on a brand new page
the page clings to me, and I to it,
and together we make beautiful new work

talking about the one who makes your heart sing
and the past that has hurt you, but you finally overcame it

that's the thing about old words

they're meant to be thrown away

-m.a.
Just some thoughts
Andrew Kerklaan Sep 2013
As I approached this new anomaly I couldn't help but notice how seamlessly it was dancing...

Flowing through the street like a land-based whirlpool with the elegance of a veteran ballerina

It's distressed white plastic tutu left drifting freely, spinning into a pirouette in spite of it's singular audience

A defiant **** between sidewalk blocks--It's simple presence, a larger then life statement

As if to say "Go on, try to stop my freedom! I'll just pirouette away!"
A short scribe from one of my travels. Enjoy.
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