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Kalil Sep 2014
Sleep
Is that you I see?
Why do you tempt me
With your beauty

Rest
Why do you massage my shoulders
Your touch soothes me
at the worst possible time

Relax
Your sweet words dance
Around my heavy head
Why are you lulling me into a

Deep

Deep

Slee-

WAKE UP

Class is still in session
This poem is dedicated to all the people who pull all-nighters for the sake of a good grade. Cheers!
Steven Fortune Aug 2014
I'm sorry
I can't be a bad boy
for you
I'm not the kind
of reclamation project
that women dream of
reclaiming
It's the attitude you crave
not the mood
I've been manufacturing
this bad boy body
for two months
Who am I fooling?
It's the mind
where the fantasies
and possibilities
take shape
Even though I've flashed
a knife at a bad boy
it doesn't matter
for I wasn't the bad boy
nor am I a rock star
or a pro athlete
or a student
who wears detention
like a badge of honour
I'm a ******* poet
and who wants a holder
of fantasies that have already
been disclosed?
I'm sorry
I'll make it up to you
I'll be the ear you require
when your heart is broken
I'll be the nodder
you require
when you need to make it clear
that all guys are *****
even though it was the *****
you were hypnotized by
in the first place
Bad boy body?
Bad boy language?
It's doesn't mean a ****
for it's all in the mind
Who am I fooling?
You'll be okay
for the sea is teeming
with jellyfish
08 01 14
Lauren R Jul 2016
(Mouthwash, shaken up in the kitchen cabinet and lunch for two.)

I bottled every bit of sorry you gave me, even if the sentiment wasn't there and nothing you ever told me about the knives I took from you was true.
How could you take my sense of safety? How could you rob me of my intuition? How could you choke the life out of me?
You didn't have hands, not even claws, you had jaws the size of Arizona and a tongue so arid the flies didn't think to find the leftover bits of corpses in between your teeth.
Give me the truth.
What's wrong with you?

I just want you to once imagine, without ink on your skin, without the superficial cuts on your wrists, every lie you ever told to be more like everyone else, different, I want you to imagine the color of my eyes.

(You stripped me of my happiness, turpentine. Jail breaker. Head nodder. You erased my chances. Hope is the sunset. Hope is the sunset.)
I am fatally petty
Andrew Rueter Apr 2019
Oil
A kerosene
Pharaoh leans
On barreled dreams
With feral teams
Using gasoline
To mask the screams
Of the last to breathe
On the path he weaves

His petrol
Gets sold
To fretful
Death droves
Chaos enfolds
Compounding tenfold
In this hell we’re stenciled

They’re fighting over a commodity
Using false dichotomies
Haughtily
Making others duel
Over fossil fuel
To say who rules
Which seems cruel
So they fill textbooks with lies
And put a gun in my hand
If I give a vexed look I’ll die
So I give in to their demands

I’m too blind to see
The refinery
Assigned to me
Is designed to be
The life I lead
For lies of greed
Making the sky bleed

We shoot chemicals into the sky
And deep into the ground
Never stopping to ask why
We hear a rumbling sound
And all the animals around
Have turned upside down

Getting oil
Is deadly toil
But not for the royal
Who’ve never touched soil
They’re too busy trying to foil
Anyone trying to save the planet
Anyone trying to use compassion
The prison door they slam it
Saying we don’t have enough rations

I become a head nodder
Eating lead fodder
As a pet otter
Clapping for treats
In shameless defeat
For the ruling elite
On a shrinking iceberg
Showing what my life earned
bennu Jan 2021
Simsom, wissin un a modder scable.

Ee sasterbuddy roun.

Cotta nodder scable--
Efry bottie younts.

Bosha hot pod o'dawdle
Scarf me nex me mekme randy
Goof, goof, a sart asoddle
Sek me sek me lek me kandy

A rim rite, a raddle
A pleep dwine of spaddle
Ohhhh, misser blimpkin,
Downda dwaddle
Hissy mifflin!!!
Ashly Kocher Aug 2019
It’s hard to believe that 5 years ago has come and gone. For a whole week, we gathered by your bedside singing, praying, laughing and of course crying, knowing the inevitable was going to happen...losing you...
In that time frame, we came together as a family sharing memories, creating new memories, and bonding even through this hardship.
From coffee runs, to taking turns sitting with dad, small cans of soda, watching the snowflake on his gown, we got a “nodder” sleeping in the floor, freezing in his room, many scares, singing all kinds of music, telling stories of our past, hugs, crying, laughing, here comes the sun, no shoes, who farted, writing poems, love, smiles but most importantly “Family “. I may have missed a lot but it was a lot to take in and try to remember!
Over the past 5 years, a lot has happened... the nieces and nephews have grown up into amazing young woman and men. The “children” have embarked on many different journeys with their own families, and Mom, she still her spunky, crazy, loving and caring as always.
To say it’s been quite a journey is an understatement to say the least.
We all may have different paths in life that were following, and may have rocky roads we embark on but in the end we are family and we are all always their for one another.
You know Dad is looking down on us, guiding us and protecting us everyday. He is proud to know he raised amazing children and it sitting up in Heaven proud of each and every one of us.
It was never Goodbye, it’s always “Til I see you again” I will carry you with me always.
Thank you Dad, Mom, and Family for all your support, love, guidance and trust. Today, let’s celebrate the life of Dad together and raise a glass to his life and the life he gave us together.
Love you Papa Bear Always and Forever

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