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fearfulpoet Aug 26
school starts soon
smoking joints on the weekday afternoon

in a sidelined shady
freight car, property of
Norfolk Southern

debating if this car will be
northbound or southbound
and master-bating our fantasy
where we want to be taken

knowing full well maybe one of us -
(and they all looking at me)

will get out of this car and live to
see foreign places without having to
return in a body bag

we argue lazy who should go get the beer,
collect the quarters and sweaty dollar bills
and **** if I am  not reappointed
leader of the beer fetching

besides it’s my
tan lab panting needing water so it’s my
responsibility and the nasty liquor store owner don’t hate me that much as the others so he’ll sell me beer without too much **** talk (some for sure)

asking where I’m laying low on a **** hot day like this one

tell him i’m getting on a train getting out of this two bit town which makes him reminisce and ask which direction

could be northbound could be southbound
**** could be west
but for sure won’t be
going eastbound

cause I seen the Atlantic and didn’t like it

too **** big and too **** cold,
too **** mean
Daniel Jul 24
The lull of a restless night relieves my senses
It's monotone silence maintains my breath
The cold night breeze enters through an open window
It whispers soft tunes and attempts to put me to sleep
The humming of an exhausted laptop helps me decompress
It distracts me from thinking about my past
As the night goes on it starts to rain
It comforts my senses and cleanses my pain
This time-worn house cracks and creaks
It talks of troubled times and how it came to be
This place I call home proves i’m never alone
And it's always there to support me
3rd poem. Enjoy :)
harlon rivers Oct 2016
H-o-w-l-i-n-g winds
muscle the evanescent autumn leaves,
shards of heaven raining down
      right as rain
upon this black as a crow night

Escaping leaves fleeing horizontally
                                         under cover of night,
frantic         to ever land again,    
                              knowing they should have never let go

Ruptured mindfulness sparring
with the deepening shadows’ dance
I have no name in the dark

Sleepless fingers poking and prodding
at nebulous shades of darkness;
                                              my fingers grow numb
feeling inside the cold shadows chill,

trying to conceive shapeless questions
     while trying to touch something tangible --
still never wanting to except
     it isn't just a lingering bad dream

The whoosh of the fir boughs
     belie the broken silence,
no longer of wind song's lullaby 
but a droning reminder,
     unhinged at the nadir of loneliness,
     unrestrained by the echo
of recurring sigh…

Insomnia churning defiant,
     relentlessly belligerent;
as if there were another realm’s
                                         unseen gravity causing
     the tides of sleep to wane and roil

Slumber slips away
     like the sands of an hour glass,
mind-made minutia grits
     swirling in tempest wind gusts within,

fragmented memories
     of unwashed beaches,
          sea-grass shadows sway
                         in the dimming summer tide.

     Dawning reminders
how fragile,  castles made of sand

   Life is short
            no matter how long the dark night

© harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
Night 5 of a loathsome sleepless cycle ...

It can make you crazy sullen - - -
Alaina Moore Sep 8
Thing's that make me uncomfortable:

That feeling when you get mad at me,
because I didn't do the thing, you didn't ask me to do, cause I can't read minds; I'm not your parent.
That tone in your voice when you go off about how unfair the world is, triggered by the slightest setback.
The feeling when I sacrifice all that I am for the sake of your mood and happiness, in vain.
That sound of the exacerbated sigh when I ask you to run an errand, as if I am not also tired.
The pressure of carrying us both on broken legs.
The pit in my chest when I ask your opinion and you say "I don't care," but you actually do care, because whatever choice I make is laced in ridicule.
When you say you're doing something for me but you're just trying to make yourself feel better about doing it for yourself.
When you use my disorder as a justification or excuse, but when I actually need your help you seem burdened and annoyed.
That "okay then" moment when I give you everything you ask for and you take it as if you never wanted it.
"If love is a labor, I'll ***** till the end." -Rise Against

"these words are knives that often leave scars" - Panic! at the Disco
our hearts keep beating
as long as they can

that's the sound of life
Quote from a source no longer remembered
Ben McDermott Oct 2016
A year has past,
And I am no longer the same.
But neither are you.

You were the girl,
Who turned from autum to summer.
With golden radiance,
I found myself looking to you,
As a beacon of hope,
In my dark sea of sadness.
You showed me the magic
Of paper and pen
And I was instantly enticed.

With every word you wrote
Every comment you spoke
I felt hope,
That I could learn
To voice my concerns
And finally earn
The right to speak, in turn

Now I don't see you write,
I don't hear your words
That resonated within me.
But it's okay,
Because you're doing something greater
Than just helping me.
You're creating beauty,
For the world to see.

And I am just as guilty.
In my metamorphosis,
I became complacent.
But a little medal around my neck,
Reminded me of the gift you gave me.
So those words on paper transformed
Into the sounds of my own thoughts.

You helped me find a voice on paper
But now it's become words
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