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SunFlower May 2017
You were my cure
But I was the poison streaming through your veins
You were the pages I could write all of my darkest secrets
I was the cigarette that burned your lungs
You were my canvas I could paint on
But I was the tools you used to carve all fo your pain away
Tawanda Mulalu Feb 2017
My jet-lagged self sleeps early,
wakes early, sleeps again, reads.
Having watched one movie too many over summer
I relish the sounds designed above- a click
of a door handle, bare warm socks gliding
across wooden floor, the scrunch of toothbrush
against the rusting metal straightening yellowing teeth,
the few lone cars across the street, that hazy
early sound that only light can make as it
becomes aware of itself in my dorm room. What
kind of camera lens would make this moment more
livable and is it already dead?
As is as is is as.
Àŧùl Oct 2016
O my mind's magical drop,
Tell me the meaning of UP,
Why everywhere it is used,
And why it is abused,
How can a bottle in the *** be up?
The first time I tried a limerick.

HP Poem #1188
©Atul Kaushal
Karmen Jul 2016
Alone so long
Makes me question
whats so wrong
Is it how I look
The way I talk
Do I feel
And can you tell
It's all way to strong
Glaring at these stars
As streams run down my cheeks
I just want to know
What the hell I did wrong
Cause last I checked
I've given everything my all
Putting up a front
To get the Job Done
Making it seem
like I have it all
When really down deep
I'm falling to pieces
Begging the Lord please
To help me get some sleep
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
A second lasts forever,

As a single memory,

The choice is yours to make, now,

What's it going to be.
Sara Jones Feb 2016
You
I never thought you'd treat me like I'm nothing.
Even when my sharp mouth would fire off, at least I'd always speak to you.
I've never ignored you for days on end and never once did I question you.
Now, I don't know how you feel.
I don't know where you are or what you're doing
I don't know who your with or who you're thinking about
And my god do I miss you and every inch of you
All I can think about is the spaces between your fingers which my hand fit perfectly.
The rhythm of our bodies in the night.
The way you would look at me,
You'd melt me with a glance and now,
I'm crying over you
And I miss you
Please
Come back to me
PoorLionNotKing Nov 2015
They're looking for their daily bread
searching like they're the walking dead
just fighting for a chance to get ahead.

You want change, but you're afraid to part
with all the junk that seems like art
guess that comes when you trust your heart.

We never walk the streets at night
scared to death to do what's right
while proclaiming to proclaim a star so bright.

Trying to live life without a prize
maybe one day I won't be paralyzed
not to be famous, but perhaps to be wise.
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
A short poem for all of you Special People that don't want to belong. I am a true radical. I am different. No one really knows who I am. Perhaps, this is the way I want it. Perhaps, this is "the real me."

While growing up, I too didn't "belong" and still don't. Freedom is the right to choose. Often others want to impose their will on you. Too often, it seems that external pressures force us to do things which are not always necessarily in our better interests. Peer pressure, social pressures entrap us, and we end up "going with the flow."

I went through my early education with very few friends. They were what I would define as friends of the moment. Sound advice, have many "friends," but find yourself one "true friend." This is the one to call friend for your entire life. With this true friend, you are going to grow in this world. Growing in confidence, in wisdom, in knowledge, in security and in realizing who you really are. They will be the "Real Mirror" whose reflection, in time, you will honestly be able to call your own.

**For all you radicals, there is a time to stand up and shout
refuse to belong to those that choose the easy way out
For what purpose would he decree, when G-D granted us life
if not to stand firm and avoid all forms of strife

I'm a radical, to this I must admit
always looked upon differently, as if I'm unfit
But why follow others who think they suffice
to control everyone else with the roll of their dice

Having gone through a lot, one begins to discern
there's a time for discipline, and a time for concern
Stand up and be counted, you alone have begun
to realize you can be different, and still be as one

All you radicals, to you alone do I salute
your ways may be different, but none could refute
Imagine our world, without you, what it would be
a place where individuality could never ever be Free....
It's OK to be different!
2ndBest May 2015
rock bottom isn't as bad as the bottom of a bottle

at least the sediment doesn't bury itself in your bones


as the blood starts to run thin


everything becomes poison with the right dose


but I love how the *** warms you up
and brings you and I closer to us
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