English Jam Apr 21
Mountains on mountains erupt from the earth's chambers of burdened lava and collapse back into their hellish landscape just as quickly

Waves assault the beach in frenzied randomness, striking their mark upon the sand and washing it away in the same breath

Birds flail about, learning to sail the clouds while dolphins soar their vast expanse of golden sea

People in suits war with each other for bloody glory, sign a strip of paper agreeing to stop, then ignorantly carry on their violent pastiche

Far away, tucked behind his world of scattered phrases and pretentious works of art, the writer observes all this

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I have stuff to do, but I ended up procrastinating and this was the result.
My little friend is now gone
My tragic life must go on; despite that
His evil eyes and his cheeky smile still burn in my mind
He no longer exists but
For my memory of him
And I rejoiced
When I heard the news
Still I can recall how I sobbed
When he gave me his evil eye me for the first time
When he hurled glass and other projectiles at me when he was hungry
When he spent hours upon hours pondering the fabric of society
I hated him
I wished
For his death
I was depressed
It was like paint peeling off a wall
It was like finding a dead leprechaun at the end of a rainbow
I was expecting some sort of remorse when he left
Funny how heartbreak works

Now read this in reverse
Because sometimes all you need
Is a little change of perspective
To truly understand someone
Dedicated to the goldfish I had when I was little who accidentally died. This is for you sweet fish <3
ev 3d
i wrote a page worth of everything that has happened in the past 13 hours
and tears welled up in my eyes and
yknow the works
and so i got a lighter
lit that sucka on fire
as it slowly crumpled into grey fragile pieces
and after it was done

i stared at the ground
looking at the remains of my distressing situation.

i got up
turned around
and went back inside the house for some
cherry 7up.
i feel much better. i still got like a lil piece of paper that didn't burn if you want it.
Love is a blind bitch
And a wicked witch.
She's like a bill collecter
And a heart breaker.

Love is a light
Sometimes she's bright,
Sometimes she's dangerous
And very mysterious.

Love is contentious
Like a strange virus,
She kills at times
At times ,she saves.

What's this phenomenon
That moves like the moon?
She eludes some people
And for her, some will struggle.

To some she's a white dove
Sent for them from above.
To those not lucky like us,
She's just like a bad curse.

Love is the bedrock of life
Yet she hurts life a knife.
To few she works like a lawn mower
And to few she's a lawn blower .

Love to some is like a quick shower
In no time its all over.
The mystery of love
Is the tale of the black dove.

Love's seed was planted in Heaven
And it blossomed in the garden Eden
Long time ago on this earth,
It was the caveat for Romeos death.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©
7/22/2018
Love is a long story.
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