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13lueCLOUD Dec 2016
Memories of you and I remain
In times of insanity and when sane
Both parties are responsible–to be blamed!
Today’s portrait is what has become the outcome

Our laughing roars filled the room
Everyone’s expression said, “We’re doomed!”
Denying is futile–the whole place went boom!
But reminiscing now invites Cloud of Gloom

Orange and pink blanketed the sky
Cue: another is about to pass by
To the train we’d greet, “Hi~!”
The usual spots, yours and mine,
Shrieked while we were on high
Chat goes on ‘til the other said bye

The next? No exemption!
Pair of feet exercise in assumption
Kinetic hands trap them in adoration
Cloud 9 waltz in successive repetition

Orange and pink blanketed the sky
Cue: another is about to pass by
To the train we’d greet, “Hi~!”
The usual spot, mine,
Am no longer able to occupy
Only to find stranger’s beam so sly

Thanks to her personality, voice like chime
You and her turn buddies in no time
While I stay on your side like a mime;
That felt as if losing a dime

That night insomnia attacked
Your voices echoing made me whacked–
A virus marched into the brain via hack
Caused the insides to curse “****!”
These insecurities plan no turning back

Reality presented my fear:
Your orbs wiggle while I am here
When you did a scan for her
Out crying one thing clear
I’ve been replaced, my dear.
An incomplete poem which expressed the persona’s loneliness as she reminisce the past relationship she had (may it be a pal or a lover). The story was supposed to end on the third day with the persona’s friend no longer noticing her presence as soon as she spots her new found buddy. This act leads the persona to move a step back, thus unboarding the train before it dashes to its destination.
Lindsey McCarty Dec 2010
the world has not yet met the peace, when this battle's taking place
the men in their camo, doing us right
loved ones, and strangers doing their best
to keep the world peaceful, they fight

for all that is good in the world
they sacrifice by leaving their land behind
we pray for the strength of the courageous
and we give out our all to the ones who have died

while our loved ones are over seas serving
we'd love them to be safe and unharmed
although she's away, i'll think of her today
while she lays her pride down, and bears arms.

while we await their return from the treacherous journey
families eager and anxious to finally embrace
with their trooper that has been gone for so long
to finally see her face to face

they unboard the passengers, dressed head to toe in grey and green
as women men and children jump ut of their seats
cuz we all know, that now she's home
that hole in a families heart, that missing part, is finally complete <3
This poem is dedicated to my cousin, Erin.
Onoma Nov 2015
The passengers board
the blue bus...it's full.
The passengers unboard
the blue bus...it's empty--
destinationless.
The blue sky's likeness.
july hearne May 2020
unboard the windows
there is an expensive moment to come
when you finally figure out
the undoable has been done  

never fleeting, never free  
pay and pay but never repay

hope he was more than your hedberg ******
leading you on to childless and spinster

going going gone
all along you got it so wrong

dystopia ringing your doorbell daily
another package from amazon
****** censorship for all
aren't we all our own black swan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuPBl75v8-4&list=FLXopt9nnBkenZ2qfc_VCXeA&index=2&t=0s


"oooh sadness
i have no more use for you"

sad trumpet of a lifetime
a state of standstill is a state of decline

— The End —