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exist Nov 2017
i may not have it all together, but together, we have it all
faith Nov 2017
"love is not an emotion, love is what makes us human."
I know it's not a poem...but I like this.
Emily Grace Oct 2017
To bloom is an individual experience
Yet I still want it all together
Forever collective
Therese Aug 2017
Look past the things you think you see. Move your head just a touch to the left- a glance in a world of perspectives- and then you might see it: an entire universe in the corner of your eye.
Anonymous Writer Jan 2019
apparently girls are only attractive
when they are difficult to get
my friend once said this
Therese Jul 2017
We understand so much. But the sky behind our city lights- mostly void, partially stars- that sky reminds us we don't understand even more.
Jaxey Jan 2019
The most painful experience
Isn't losing someone
It's the moment you realize
You've lost yourself
- Elena Gilbert
One of my favorite quotes of all time. If you haven't watched The Vampire Diaries do it now.
Donna Aug 2018
What did the washing up liquid say to a ***** plate...
Your a messy eater
First of my silly qoutez :)
Troy Dec 2017
The only true way to see beyond the words of another is through the eyes of a child
Butch Decatoria Apr 2019
Whisper to you

The Sweet-Nothings

Of this No-nothing

The point made moot

My whispers with you.
Decra Kerubo Dec 2019
Until you press on the edge of a sword, you'll never understand the trauma of a crippled.
Bus Poet Stop Jun 2018
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!

the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs

summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)

but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early

got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
You said “ I would follow you to hell”

What you didn’t know was that I was already there.
Butch Decatoria Jun 2019
An Uplifting language

Of baggage:


Some are spoken at waking

Some are felt rather than heard.

The word:

Jordan Rowan Aug 2015
Let's get some sunlight
Let's start a bar fight
We'll take our problems and forget we have to solve them
Let's take two tabs
Let's start a **** lab
We'll cover up insecurity with promiscuity

Let's sleep 'til Sunday
It's only Monday
I have to work at 2 but I think I have the bird flu
Let's call the drug store
Ask for a couple more
Insignificant reality crashes into banality  

Let's make a hash pipe
Out of Brite Lites
We'll quote Pulp Fiction with Ezekiel's conviction
Let's start a fight club
Where we can make love
Punch me in the ear and then I'll disappear

Let's start a new life
But after midnight
There's a whole universe waiting to be uncovered first
Let's make a difference
Let's make new friends
Let's go where the wind blows but first I have to put on clothes
Donna Aug 2018
I know why z is the last letter of the alphabet
It got bored and fell to sleep
Hey, You wrote a happy poem!
Oh wait, nevermind.

~ You

(Credits to porpor for saying this
A poem every day.
exist Feb 2019
don’t take what someone says to heart
their comment is nothing but an opinion
not a fact
what makes you unique, is amazing.
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