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Tolani Agoro Apr 2015
She
She is not like everyone else.
She doesn't care what she looks like
She doesn't care if she's perfect
Because she knows she isn't
She knows she will never fit in
She knows she will always be weird
She is the KING amongst queens
She is the girl who never saw her own beauty
But wished she could gaze upon herself like you glare at her
She will never be '****'
She will never be 'pretty'
She will never be 'girly'
But she will be her
And somehow, 'her' was enough.
I never write poems about myself but I decided to, so this is kinda what I think of me. So every time you see 'she', put 'I', maybe you'll find yourself in the poem too.
Dead Lock Apr 2015
Oh just look at all of you boys
You can't believe your eyes
You had said that I was ugly
Now I take you by surprise
You really should have been nicer
Ironic at that
Now I'm the big show
And none of you are even half of that

Hope you enjoy
Watching my ******* rise
The dear bullies in the school yard
Am I on your mind?
You now say you love me
But what about before?
When I was nothing
But the ugly little girl next door
Yasha Harkness Apr 2015
Something in us shivers
Slides up our throat
Slick
Tasting like metal, crushed rain-bugs we can almost smell
Cascading along our nerves
They are so dreadfully taut
They feel like a stranger's body
In the dark pub, in the corner
with few couples dancing to a jukebox.
thinking of strangers and strange things
Brittle Bird Apr 2015
A sea of glass eyes
plagues my waking, breathing, fault
dries my brain with salt
Day 25 of NaPoWriMo.
Tamika Dakota Apr 2015
Raw
Naked told the winds of change to free your mind forgive the strange ....
The room was filled with freak ******'s and other assorted nut jobs and then there were the folks that weren't writers.

It was a poetry reading open mic deal yeah what a wild party this was going to be but being the best of the best from Hello were supposed to be there I figured my invitation must have got lost in the mail.

You know what that is kids.
See before the net you actually had to get off your lazy **** to mail a letter yeah I know how ****** up is that?
It's almost like music where you actually play instruments  to enjoy instead of steal a loop from one of your parents records yeah don't pretend you understand that one if you under the age of thirty .

But enough with the foreplay children .
The room was packed the poets ready and as I took my seat I was shocked to find they wouldn't be serving ***** at this snooze fest .
Probably a good idea cause after teen age Timmy read his ode to his two day relationship we would all probably slip into a coma .

No worries much like batman but not as gay.
, I always had my trusty utility belt I'm kidding I just had a flask what kind of freak do you think I am?, Okay don't answer that one hamsters.

So after ordering a coffee and adding a little ******* tonic  I sat back and waited to listen to the young crop of writers read there poetry eager to take it all in yeah, right I did as always sat back and waited to
heckle the **** out of everyone hit on the waitress and generally be known as the loveable poetic areshole  of the site.

The time flew.
If by that you mean the time dragged on like we were being ear ***** by a duet between Justin Bieber    and Selna  Gomez .
It was brutal I tell you but the tide was about to make a turn for the better .

As the MC  for the event announced we have a special guest in the crowd tonight and hopefully with a round of applause we can get him to do a reading for us folks give a warm round of applause for .

I jumped to the stage the truly poetic ego maniac ***** eager to save the day or at least give it a good kick in the *** there's only so much
you can listen to of this yuppy ***** before you go insane hamsters .

The woman must have been in shock being in the presence of the greatest co writer in Hello history .
For she looked at me like she had no clue who the hell I was .

Um sir do you mind getting off the stage we are getting ready to ask Joel M Frye  to the stage.
Joel ?

Yeah sure he's a great writer and can spell and his farts smell of cinnamon and pier one or at least I have herd.
But do you have no idea of who I am woman?

She looked at me with a mix of sympathy and probably thinking I wonder if the institution knows he's escaped ?
Umm no sir sorry I don't have a clue.

I had to take in consideration this poor women probably had a smaller brain than the genius that stood before her .
I am Gonzo my sweet lady I said really slow so she could understand
cause she had a smaller brain I'm not saying that cause she was a woman so don't get all *** crazy on me sisters cause you know Gonzo loves you all like a perverted uncle .

Gonzo where have I herd that name oh yeah I know you I thought you died ?
What duh I'm standing here aren't I?

Wait a minute maybe I'm a ******* zombie **** I hate to think I'm one of those walking dead ******* although I have had *** with some ladies I swear could pass for a zombie course that was probably just the drugs I slipped them hey don't judge  I'm kidding I would never do that I do what every true gentleman does when in need.
Pick up hookers .

Hey John Joel said as he slipped up behind me like some poetic ninja .

Joel amigo how the hell are you please do me a favor and explain to this woman just who I am I mean really yeah it's like they don't know how kick **** I am .

Well Gonz maybe I can talk them into letting you do a reading .
Look this guys totally ******* nuts okay so bare with me Joel
whispered to the mc lady  who's smaller brain was truly annoying the **** out of me.

Gonz let me just work this out okay buddy .
I began to object then Joel pulled a truly ***** trick by handing
me the most recent issue of hustler magazine  .
From what I herd it had a great article in it yeah right you have to admire **** that doesn't pretend to be nothing more than what it truly is kind of like me  .  

The woman and Joel spoke for some time and I assume she had seen the error of her ways as she laughed and shook her head oh that Joel he is a charmer.

I  was almost halfway through the ****** hunt  section when .
Joel appeared again like some magical poetic ninja slash friendly dragon .

Gonz man I pulled some strings and after I do a reading your going to close the show hell I even got you your own dressing room and everything figured you'd like to warm up a bit or at least not ******* in front of everyone it's getting a bit awkward I'm just saying bud.

I had to admit Joel was a true friend and as I was shown to the back dressing room it truly tugged at that lump of coal I called a heart to know I still had a true friend on the site I could trust .

Okay here's your dressing room Mr Gonzo it must be a awesome one I thought to myself for it had a big red sign above the door man they truly went all out for me .

But much like when I learned where babies come from my delusion was soon broken in half yeah I always thought they came from dumpsters like I did.

I was standing in a alley ***** cold there were no drinks or hot chicks with there ******* out as I had been promised .
****** man I was starting to believe I had been tricked.

I quickly made my way to the front of the club to tell Joel what these ******* had done !.
But the doors were locked man poor Joel they have trapped him inside
anything could be happening I sure hope he wasn't being ***** .

I banged on the door but couldn't see anything for the lights were off
it's like the people inside were avoiding me like most my friends .

Hey I know your in there open up you *******! .
Woman with the small brain I called out.
Please if you can here me please get Joel out of there he's to good to be tarnished by your terrible readings or *****  cause that's not funny haha yes it is I'm so demented.

I sat there for what felt like ages .
and after five minutes I had to give up Joel was lost to the poetic **** inside ****** man so many good writers have been lost to such lures as these coffee shop readings.

I made my way to the local bar heartbroken seems there was no love for Mr Gonzo left in this town  .
I ordered a double and drank one to my friend who probably is reading this and thinking what the **** am I on this time .

Well it's mix of speed and bourbon but I'm  taking it a bit easy these days .

Dam you!, poetry coffee house readings you have taken far to many of my friends .
I drown my sorrows and passed out as usual and thanked the lord I had escaped with my life and Joel's **** mag I will treasure it forever my friend.

Until next time
Stay crazy kids .

Gonzo
Hello My name is Gonzo and everyday somewhere in the world a terrible open mic poetry reading claims yet another great writer .
If you know someone thinking about going to one of these events reach out and help them before it's to late
Lia Apr 2015
oxytocin serotonin rhythm rhythmatic
a dopamine drip like a metronome tick
endorphins crash like waves

~ rest ~

epinephrine more like norepinephrine
neuropeptides simmer down &
monoamines die like flies
Phoenix Rising Apr 2015
I often catch myself
involuntarily whispering a phrase;
"I wish I were home"
while at my house.

I dream of a character
that I know exists but I'll never find
because I'm too comfortable with
being alone all of the time.

Light pets my cornea every morning, through the sunshine printed tapestry...
I prefer the synthetic things in life,


the irony.
They're not like red rover or monopoly.
These are the games,
That teenagers, that young adults play.
The rules are plentiful,
yet extremely difficult to understand.
You see, this game is played,
between a male and a female.
His role is to be kind, sweet,
and everything that the female wants him to be.
The game is easy at first.
it always is.
But after a while,
this is when the game changes.
The male slowly stops doing what he had been doing before,
and he starts changing.
He is gone an abundance of time,
does not have time for his female companion.
She starts to change too.
Tired of always waiting,
and wondering,
and trying to guess, what is really going on.
They meet one last time, before the game is over.
And it is to say their bitter goodbyes,
and to wish each other good luck,
on the next game they will play.
to be honest this probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense but it just seems right.
Paul D Feb 2014
If you go chasing white rabbits, you could fall down a rabbit hole,
And enter a world like none other and take a stroll.
Now you’re stuck in a Wonderland of malice,
A place where we are all Mad Hatters, and we just killed Alice.
So walk some more and go explore,
Soon you’ll find that the Queen is just a *****.
You can wish to get out of a land like this,
But it brings you a little bliss.
It seems like you’re getting a disturbing little smirk,
Because you realize you have this twisted kind of quirk.
Where the idea of pain,
Has become very plain,
So you decide to turn everything to ash,
Burn it all down before the high wears off and you crash.
Just then, you open your eyes, only to realize that mere minutes have passed,
And it was just your imagination that you harassed.
People start to notice that you’re truly insane,
A situation you can’t change, a situation you can’t explain.
They put you in a padded room to keep control,
But all they’ve done is dropped you down another distorted rabbit hole,
Will you be willing to take another stroll?
I'm a beginner, so I hope you like.
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