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 Jul 2017 Aidan A
NARMONSEA
A dancer's mind is,
An amalgamation of serenity
With one's expression,
Reaching to a higher plane:
A world devoid of language.

Manifest a paradise
Within yourself, only to be described
Through yourself, in the form of
Dance.

Weave the pattern that you will glide along.
For every breath of life,
Into the sway, twist, turn of each limb
Is never complete,
Ever flowing.
 Jun 2017 Aidan A
The Jolteon
You are a planet
Come crashin into me
Start feeeling like
This is hennessy

Everytime that you
Come rushin into me
I start to think about
Everything I really need

But it seems like
Seems like
You don't care about
My life

But at the same time
I'm ok with that
 Jun 2017 Aidan A
Ryan Holden
Before I started draining parts of me
onto this page
I couldn't see for the clearest of paths,
I would dwell,
Hide away in my own safe house
Of saturated stories.

I would scratch my head catching gravity
between my fingertips.
A color would be a rainbow in black skies
of circling crows.

The floor around me would move
dancing along,
It would lead me and my pen to paper
Like a knight's sword to stone.
I would wonder why my mind
Could paint,
My thoughts would explode
into millions of fireflies.

Sometimes I would see the most
flawless imagery
But I couldn't write it down for the awe
of being lost,
Inside my own world of untold stories,
and poetry.
For the times I don't get chance to write down my thoughts!
 Jun 2017 Aidan A
haley
makes me feel
brand new.
My breath was stolen &
                                                                ­                                                  I'm
utterly speechless.
Missing you feels
like an eternal death;
                                                          ­                                                  Afraid
I may not wake,
but your kisses
give me life.
                                                           ­                                                     You
are my reality,
my world,
my universe.
At times, I wonder if I
                                                               ­                                                 Will
ever feel whole again.
Yet as this stupid smile you
                                                             ­                                                Leave
spreads across my face,
I have begun to understand
why you love it so much.
Poetry style influenced by Ellen Hopkins
 May 2017 Aidan A
Mark Lecuona
When the solo is not that great
But the groove is unmistakable
You know where love lives
It's not in a lawyer's brief case

When the brush cuts into the canvas
There is nothing but blood to spill
You can't ask him to paint a jail cell
Or children crying unless that's the point

Don't ask a poet not to care
Don't ask an artist to be afraid

Don't ask
Don't ask
Don't ask

Don't ask except why children are hungry
Don't ask except why does a soldier have to die

When the words play music in your heart
There is nothing left but to listen
There is no greed or lust for gold
Only the truth of God's commands

Don't ask
Don't ask
Don't ask

There is no argument
There is no debate
There is no wall
There is no question
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