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KZ Dec 2014
Life.
Is short.**
Soo short that,
The things I want to do,
I can't do.
The things I want to say,
All come out but as hey.
Soo what do I do?
Well,
My friend,
That choice is up to you.
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KZ Nov 2014
There's difference,
Between everything.
Repentance through our actions.
Distance through time.
Riddance through death.
**Hence we still act as if nothing happened.
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JP Goss Oct 2014
Sayest timshel from leaf and vine
You keep yours and I’ll keep mine

I vow not to be a shoulder to cry on
A balm to that Sartrean dis-ease

At which even he would shake his head.
Can you choose when things are weighted

By our stones a lapis and gold?
Of truncations of freedom to you

Even seem old? You, you step back
From the depths, from your behest

For know you are learned, deserved, and
White, your struggles aren’t so lead

Lament, can I, at no progress
Being the same in thought, though

Practice, marked indifference. We are
Not free, nor are we doomed

Rail against thyself and bear
And bite your teeth at the cord.
Daylight 4U2C Sep 2014
Give me the freestylin', free-write.
Give me the stuff that makes you see day and dream at night.
Give me the highest peak,
give me the valley pit,
and if you can't give,
then try and don't quit.
I'm sure the words you say,
you say so fast,
you don't really mean.
And if you do it often,
then they call you 'queen bee'.
If you don't say enough,
they call you not tough.
If you will talk and talk,
they just ignore stuff.
You're not a rock.
You could still try and try
to change inside yourself,
but they will never change.
Saying they don't really care,
and you should listen to what they say"
?
But if you hear them out,
what favors are you doing,
all that turkey flying out their mouths,
is surely cooking.
Give me the sour slice.
Give me tongue-tied.
Give me the Gatorade that quenches me on half-time.
Give me that sunny side,
when hills are steep *****.
Give me the love life,
that steamy"yes",
and cold"no."
There's nothing I don't want to hear so,
if you can give me something here,
I will listen real clear.
I will read your thoughts,
or compliment for talking about your fears.
I'll be here patient and calm,
awaiting something,
soon as I see it there,
I will be observing.
And when you pull away,
I hope you recall,
all of the comments I made,
that made you feel real tall.
Freedom rest in the air, it's just a matter of how you get it out of there.

Any ideas to add or remove? Critic and stuff? Personal comments?
EDB Aug 2014
They yearned for a life of ease and peace.
But the foundation crumbled under the weight of their dreams.

Their hearts believed what their minds enjoyed, so their beautiful addiction filled their void.

Yet Only the child eats and sleeps, without gratitude towards the one who feeds.

Unknowingly following their path foretold, while their incessant fears restricted their growth.

Living in each movement, as though it's the last, with their tainted moral compass and skewed looking glass.
Usgaga Aug 2014
Swag
It stands for me
I am the meaning of swag
Don't hate appreciate

swag yolo
Usgaga Aug 2014
Yolo
it stands for
you only live once
this is what i live for


yolo swag
Usgaga Aug 2014
"i give up on love! i've
waited my whole life
for love!! but
it's never found me;
it will never find
me!"

see, Love
has been waiting ever since;
even before you came
into existence.
you just have to
look, be aware
of the Love that
surrounds you, shields
you, covers you; Love that
keeps you warm
Yolo Swag
Xan Abyss Aug 2014
my eyes are little television screens
projecting into my brain
still life images that capture my home
in all its unwavering solitude
the music curls around me
i feel the devil's blood in my veins
as a satanic elvis serenades me
with old refrains i can relate to
i lament my present foray
into social media poetry
but i'm much too intoxicated
for an emotional reponse
i choke down this rip of mad man OG
a sip of coffee mixed with E&J;
and wonder if hank bukowski
would have been a hit on facebook
had he emerged today.
it began as a crossfaded facebook status, and became a crossfaded hellopoetry post.
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