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Jack Harrell Jul 2019
A jack of all trades
But a master of none
How many can I claim
Before I’m done?

Titular titles tumble from my tongue
Mumbling by mere menageries
Of often overlooked and occult occupations
Professional practices performed profusely

Waiting out the rain
Slumping through the pain
Perfecting nothing but aversion
New things tempt me like a ******
mickaela Nov 2019
A word to begin
the singing of my lines







A  word to end
this sentence of rhymes 


But the    middle   is lost     and 
undefined. 
So the     poem is unfinished     until 
due time.
My first poem on this site in what, 3 years ? Glad to be back.

Thanks for reading <3
Nolan Willett Nov 2019
My tongue could never keep up with my thoughts,
And I stutter.
My thoughts could never keep up with my ambition,
And I falter.
So it just makes sense my works will forever be untitled,
And I shudder.
Q Sep 2019
strange
how strangers
fill our lives with
endless, heaping love


then walk away



s.q.



.
gratitude for those moments of rejoicing and the cycling of event




.
inthewater Sep 2019
is what you left me
not important enough to be named
no reason, no plot
no closure
Elusive eyes,
Hold my gaze,
Look me over
A little slower.

Entwined in rich
Belonging,
Moonflower vines
Blooming,
Follow their DNA twist.

Seductive eyes,
Follow my gaze.
Hold me slower,
Just a little longer.
will Aug 2019
when sitting at your desk
you experience hypesthesia
from being to statuesque
it's called paresthesia

don't want to swear
by yelling out bollix
take it out with blare
or a string called grawlix

do you have that tickling
feeling on your niddick
don't know that christening
it's your nape to be specific

going into winter sun
that soft warm felicity
experienced by everyone
that is called apricity
Just a bunch of things people don't really know the names of. They have titles but we don't call them we describe them.
Chloe Aug 2019
mad
there is a method to my madness
                                                  i admit
      it may seem
                                            a
                             w
                                           r

                                                         y
Adrian Jul 2016
Never knowing
Did I make the right choice
Wind ever blowing
Birds singing in a familiar voice
Too many choices
Which path should I follow
The voices, too many voices
They're leaving me hollow
Did I speak the right words
Move in just the right way
I'm just trying to save the world
Don't mind me
I am crazy by the way
Neverending
Did I make the right choice
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