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sweet ridicule Nov 2017
Drops of red drip down my hand it
(looks like blood)
sweet red juice
the cold water is numbing my tingling
hands as I separate arils from peel
one popping bright red jewel at a time
I am learning to be patient with
(traffic and fruit peeling and anger)
myself
this sink room smells like burnt
ramen and popcorn and my socks
stick to the ***** floor
sitting on the ground
against the wall
If this is all there is I swear
I will be happy
Skylar Keith Nov 2017
A dark field that stretches in front of me
Seeming to have no end
I sigh, turning my head to look back

The black mist seeps through the crack of the wall
I built it
Safety or precaution
I don't know which
I can't remember

Both things are dark
Seem to be a danger
I must face
As I can't go anywhere else

Left - Right
I don't want to go there
Inefficient

I sigh, looking back
It's grinning at me
Creepy
It's laughing at me
Creepy
They come closer

I smirk
Not at the path
Not at the mist

They close around me
Trapping me
All I can do is smirk
They sky went from gray to black in a matter of seconds
Blois Nov 2017
Give me bricks, give me mortar,
and give me space to build my wall
higher, high enough to reach
the stars, the empty space,
because this is not high enough.
I want the higher wall a man
has ever built, it is needed.

Yesterday, I looked over it
and I saw you, and you saw me,
and we saw each other, and you
talked about the weather, and about
trivial things. You talked,
so beautiful and unaware,
and I listened and understood
how much I've missed you, that
and that my wall needs an upgrade.

I understand it, a wall will
protect and isolate he who builds it.
Fear and love, bricks and mortar.
This is going to be a high wall, indeed.
EXTRA…EXTRA…REED…ALL…ABOUT…ME!
Deep lore a bull red basket case
Well versed in procrastination set me on trajectory -    
for this buck minister fuller of himself tube became
an Eros Hubble ace letting anxiety stew and fester,    
whereat family and classmates solicited to brace
didst inculcate within me major component  
  
Wherefore art thou' Romeo, the surveyed psychic monkey
did chase the tan man hat coursing around    
neurological mulberry bush,
an imprimatur no erase sing could rid,
thus even to this very instant    

repercussions from adolescence i still face
with grim determination to avoid engendering    
psychological bottleneck, a slick grace note
herewith attempts to sound off    
self induced imprecation finds me
bing stabbed with ice sic culls

Merck cure chrome-plated metallic    
like ****** sharp daggers on par with
trent shant razor teeth of mice which,
jagged piercing sensations invisibly punctuate psyche,

thus equals existential price paid in countless
non GMO grains of Uncle Sam’s    
unconverted nonestablishmentarian Unitarian rice
unseasoned, but naturally adequately salty    
appeasing cleft chin, and sub-mucous cleft palate
spice girls sin men to perfection

since Michelin hired famous chefs    
(nano size implanted integrated circuit),
could twice as fast whip up concoction
immediately envisioned by robots yours truly archetypes
did designinitially help me cope viz

The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the *****
and Whipping fine Cords Will Serve You
More than Ropes Will Ever Do, or more succinctly mental illness -
cut a line visibly evident when electro cardiogram    
administered evincing sight for sore eyes -

gray matter practically totally tubularly pock marked,
and cratered with more than...oh my dog, the total pits
greater than sixty-nine exacerbated without doubt

from atomic structure comprising
this bloke kin son ova bit chin with sign
of evident bio-chemical deficiency, hence necessity  
for pharmacopeia meds doc severson did assign,

who drummed up cocktail after numerous trials    
and errors reflected spastic behavior,
when dining with family, friends or neighbors,    
one acquaintance ranked as top notch British Nottingham ensign  
so this poet with schizoid disorder firmly believed

asper thyself anything touched became mine yea...
akin to patterns associate with toddlerhood,    
which at the age of LVIII did not serve
to wax nor shine as salient trait,

yet reality thru myopic brown eyes
sensed paranoia with posse to ent twine
from head to iambic foot, which crowdsource    
programmed by Donald trump,
who implanted an integrated bit, sans latest state of the art
re: lob bot tummy without major risk
imposed on cerebral cortex -

custom fit grown from stem cells within said person    
undergoing quick permanent fix -    
so as to curtail quarks quite hit tee us -
if espied iron (maiden china) curtain,

and essentially this medical break through    
allowed, enable,  provided and immediate end
to kit a tonic state, when of a sudden,
an afflicted individual, would mew,

or burst out reciting pages of great lit er a chore,
though only chancing to hear    
horse hay renown masterpiece juiced one time
recall ad mitt ted lee quite amazing

(perhaps positive outcome duff furring tasks)
with many a severe ache in the pit of abdomen.
whereby physiological symptom until small number of wink'n,
blink'n and nod would not quit

thus reason without rhyme hive felt inclined    
hurriedly, swiftly Tay lord, and sty lushly
hare reed rote this habeas corpus writ.
Richard Grahn Oct 2017
Drawing on the concrete wall
Images begin to crawl
Thoughts revolve
Feelings fall
Like raindrops
Singing
Making pictures
Echoes there upon the wall

Chalk and fury
Little flurries
Tempered moments
Passing by
Illusions screaming
Memories leaving
Little scars
Across the wall

Drenched in color
A moving glow
Descends into this
Hallowed hall
Intentions growing
Little meanings
Leaving time
There on the wall

Growing older
Nights are colder
Looking back
Through what has been
Thoughts dissolving
Days gone by
Dreams left sleeping
Seeping deep into the wall
Wellspring Oct 2017
You say we're stronger together,
But in truth,
Every wall f
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DRAMATIC POEM
Poetic T Oct 2017
We all swing on the ropes
       that we hang from.. depression

Alone on a slide of dejection
         that seems endlessly static.

But nevertheless we play on this
       fake illusion of reality..

Were playing ball on a wall of nothingness..
Samuel H Oct 2017
Catch me naked and bare
A scabbed heart is what you’ll find
So much tear and wear
All that is left is a wall to be climbed

Fought in battles and wars
A tired soul gifted as prize of war
All that but still no remorse
For the tired soul no longer sore
Emily Oct 2017
She always wonders why no one calls.

But it’s her fault since she had to build a wall.

This wall, made out of broken stones and sticks,

Is something that is very hard to fix.

No one is ever allowed to cross over

To her side of the wall that’s full of green clovers.

A place full of happiness, laughter, and bliss.

An ocean full of memories that she would surely miss.

Resting in the grass under the sun,

Feels like she’s on a cloud full of fun.

The way her eyes glitter at her side makes her so proud.

She never looks at the other side of the wall, afraid of the crowd.

She doesn’t want anyone to ruin her paradise.

People play games and there’s always a price.

The darkness and shadows hover over there.

She doesn’t like the negativity that floats in the air.

Instead, she wallows and stays in her zone.

She’s full of joy, but she’s never felt so alone.

But one day, a person with the hair of gold,

Broke down her stones and her side felt cold.

“We do not need a wall,’’ the person smiled.

Tears fell down her face and she felt like a child.

She didn’t want a wall in the first place,

But she just wanted to always have a safe space

From the world all around her, that bends and breaks her.

A world that makes even the strongest man stir.
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