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Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Depression...It Creeps in Like a Specter:

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Nancy McGinnis - Roberts

Depression...It Creeps in Like a Specter:

It creeps in like a specter...
Blocking the light...eclipsing reality...
It pulls me under... leaving me flailing just under the surface of my life...
It suffocates me... breathless...heaving...gasping for breath...
It devastates me... robbing me of hope...happiness...
It dances around me...like fog engulfing who I am... barely leaving my life visible through the haze...
It makes me a distant stranger... even to myself...longing for an introduction...
It makes me desperate... to laugh...to dream...to feel...
It numbs my humanity... monotone responses to amazing events...
It leaves me screaming at the top of my lungs... my words echoing into the cavernous abyss of sadness... It leaves me...sometimes...and then returns...
It creeps in like a specter...

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Crows

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Lucy Tonic

Crows

Nighttime has its crime
And daylight has its violence
I’ll travel to the Saturn of time
And try to turn back the smiles
I gave to those with their pseudo-love-
Crows disguised as doves
I came to play like a child
With a pill upon my tongue
They came to conquer their desires
By dissolving right from wrong
Cause nighttime has its violence
And daylight has its crime
I break the hearts of those I love
When love is what I had in mind
I’ll travel back to Pluto
Fade out into the galaxy
But I’ll live on like the setting sun
Rising in the east
I need a change
I need a change

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

one day

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Whyleigh evermore

one day

one of these days, you will be me. one of these days, i will be you. one of these days, the world will turn in my direction. one of these days, the wind will blow the dust across the sea. one of these days, i won't think of you quite so much. one of these days, my heart won't have so many cracks visible when you look into my eyes. one of these days, the tree's in my yard will be big and strong and no longer bothered by the wind. one of these days, we will be old and full of hard lessons and tired sighs. one of these days, we will return to the earth and be one again.

one of these days, but not today.

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

here it is

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Helen

here it is

here is my heart
here is my smile
lets just sit and wait
for a while
here is my memories
here is my past
lets just pretend
it will last
here is my body
here is my passion
lets just go forward
lest it lessen
here is my promise
here is my truth
lets just pretend
beyond the ruse
here it is
my innermost secret
hold it close
to your heart
I hope
you keep it

*I Love You

this goes out to my bestest ;-) poetry friend

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Office

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Jess Sandler

Office

Click…
Click…
CLICK…
Earsplitting silence surrounds me
As I waste time envisioning a new setting,
Where my paper, pen, mug, and coffee are still there,
But the paper is bursting with passion,
And the magic of espresso beans enable the pen to float along my rapid thoughts.
Right now it is used to stimulate the monotony.
Unfortunately,
Money cannot be bled from words on paper and,
Beers are not bought with dedications in hard cover.
Click…
Click…
CLICK…
Yogurt wrappers opening, spoons being slurped.
***** expanding atop their encompassing chairs.
These are the thoughts that fill my head,
As co-workers plan the next birthday party,
The next lunch, client dinner, and snack.
It seems that bars do not enclose me at my desk,
There is no guard at the door and,
Above me the exit sign gives warmth.
Click….
Click…
CLICK…
Not today, today is not a good day.
There are presentations, Power Points, data to analyze.
Analyze feels like a ***** word in my world,
It covers my neurons and destroys imagination,
Synopsis seize to fire.
It seeps into my blood until I become a replica,
But it is the word that takes my balance off negative,
And applies charming labels to my purse,
I wonder if this is how it starts out for everyone,
Humans are adjustable, no batteries allowed.
Click…
Click…
CLICK.

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Divine Interpretation

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

NDHK

Divine Interpretation

Faith o faith...

I'd like to think,
That all the bricks
Of disappointment
And tragic inevitability
Are giving me
The heavy strength
In which
I'm going to build the foundation
I will rise from.

The confused spaces
And doubtful understandings
Will turn into stairs.
Leading me up to the potential
Of pure grace
In this life that I'm living.

I pray the welcoming door
To the house of me,
Stays as compassionate and open armed,
As my spirit feels
In this moment.

*© NDHK

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Doorstop

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Samuel

Doorstop

the stillness is never still
   and all the world is a
             door left ajar
        without you here

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

*Does your mother know best?

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

L Smida

*Does your mother know best?

Her sneaky way of stretching your ear
And silently one stepping herself inside your head
Completely unaware of the puzzle she's building like castle walls around your brain
No matter the combination to your safe of hidden secrets
There she is
Surrounding you like a thousand knights to one thief in the dark eerie woods
Prying even more secretively behind the red scene
Twisting the rope of war right out from under your feet
Because your hands are already tied
No matter how determined you are
About keeping your hot hair balloon afloat
She'll squeeze you like a lemon to get your acidic confession
Her blood hound senses will sniff 'em out no matter what
And then lick up the floor to judge your statements
No chance of over looking the oder of guilt gushing outta your pores
Or the bashful heat boiling through your veins
And the shameful twitch starting in your left eye
But of course
Your attempt to stuff those emotions inside the false confidence of your jeans
Is only a clean wiped window for her to look through
She'll ease herself on you at this point
Knowing the mouse in the trap has nowhere to scurry
Her approach will stare deep into your soul
Very painfully silent
After a crucially long moment
The silence shatters with her first question of interrogation
And the weight of your balloon comes crashing down to the crumbly ground
Feeling broken and hopeless in the rubble
Laying limp in the muck like a wet noodle that has escaped the spaghetti plate
Drained of emotions
And exhausted by shock
The final announcement says the war is over
And the opponent has won

My attempt at a visual poem. My goal is for you to get plenty of crazy images in your head as you go

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Desperation for Understanding

Jan 2013 The amateur poet

Alice Kay

Desperation for Understanding

I need to force these words
these stories into people's minds.
They need to stop running,
bad things do happen.
What are you going to do??
Ignore them????

I could talk to someone for hours
but they still wouldn't understand
a word I have to say.
Everyone hears
but far to few ever listen.

It makes me want to cry,
how easily people forget
how easily people can ignore
deaths before their eyes.

NO ONE REALLY THINKS ABOUT ANYTHING!!!! IT MAKE ME INSANE!!!!!!!! HOW ARE PEOPLE ALREADY FORGETTING ABOUT NEWTON AND IGNORING THE FACT THAT PEOPLE ARE SLEEPING IN DOORWAYS DOWN THE STREET?????????????? ARGH!!!!!