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we are poisoned by reality

we are brain/\washed by society

we have no colour

within our poisined souls

within our brain washed minds

winthin our broken hearts

we are not the artists

but more so the art

society is the artist

and we are the art

the sad

**sad piece of art.

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Happy New Year to everyone on Hello Poetry
Thank you for all of the kindness you have shown me in 2015, you have brought so many smiles to me that thank you just doesn’t seem enough. I hope that I have been able to show you at least as much kindness as you have shown me, I know I have tried.
My wish is that every one of you wonderful poets find every happiness you could ever imagine in the coming year. I am proud to be a part of such an amazing group of writers and to have the ability to call many of you friends.

Here’s to the best poetic year ever.  

Chris

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I watched today
as a wicked rain storm
pounded a rose bush
into the ground

Then when the sun came out,
the rose bush stood up
and bloomed like
it never had before

I wish I was a rose bush

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When’s trash pickup,
I’m tired of sitting on this curb?