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languidly the clouds
did sprawl over the landscape
relaxed their mode
 Jun 2014 Angeli
anonymous
miracles
 Jun 2014 Angeli
anonymous
maybe one day my poetry will come to life;
not in the form of a person or object

but maybe one day I'll be able to put my poetry into words that will help my heart feel less like an anchor and more like a happy balloon

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 Jun 2014 Angeli
nivek
Or weep
 Jun 2014 Angeli
nivek
there is no night time or right time
slumber or wake
  blessings of living so far north
one of those you have to make sacrifice for
or weep
 Jun 2014 Angeli
Liz Hill
She made (you) radioactive.
Fallout trailing in your (wake).
You fell from your sweet heaven (to)
        (the) hell you now reside in.
(Disaster) dismantled all that you knew.
A crimson smile (that) blinded you
        as you fell to the ground.
Everything (is) ash.
(Your) happiness faded with the
        heated embers after
        the explosion.
Your (life) crumpled around the
        mushroom cloud that was
        your sweet downfall.
Double message poem (;
 Jun 2014 Angeli
Brooke Davis
In another life,
I would not be the girl
I am today.

I would not be
too pale
too freckley
too fat
too awkward
too lonely
too quiet
too much of a pushover
too oily
too pimpley
too plain.

In another life
I imagine myself
as a silent assassin.
With power and might;
I glide the rooftops
and dominate the night.

In another life
I am a sassy bad girl.
I'd pop off in seconds,
and attack with cunning skill,
so that none would mess with me,
unless they'd want to get killed.

In another life
I am a thin and hollow body,
a nameless maiden who roams
halls of white tile.
Donned in a buckled down
white jacket that crosses
at the arms so I constantly
get to hug myself.

In another life
I am not
the girl I am today.
I would be someone,
with a story worth telling.
 Jun 2014 Angeli
Lexi
Your name burns
at the base of my stomach,
it tastes like flames
when I say it
but I continue to swallow,
big gulps
that drown out the ringing in my ears

I wonder what it would have felt like
to kiss your lips,
taste the fire in your heart
blood red lust
like innocence dressed in her mother’s lipstick
to trace the outline of your freckles
on soft uncharted skin,
I wonder what it would have felt like
to be your cartographer
to sail the high seas in your iris
and find sand in between my toes
after every visit

I keep imagining the things I would say
if we had met at a different time
I could have started by throwing matches
into your puddles,
and noticing how you smile like sunlight
glinting of the ocean

you are across the world
exploring,
mapping your own skin
and sailing with a crew called options,
they beckon your name
and make you forget that our hands ever brushed,
that we ever exchanged smiles
like two preschoolers
making engagement rings out of fruit loops,
you’re standing tall and brave
shrouded in the peace of letting go
while, I,
wait at the port
for you to return
knowing at the base of my stomach
that you will pass me by on your way home.
“land, **!” means refusing to
acknowledge my tedious “hello”
you will step on my apologies
like the creaky old boards of a ship,
and I will become the tide
lapping at your bare feet
 Jun 2014 Angeli
Daniel Wetter
This spoken word...
Is chosen words...
As soon as i speak up,
those choices heard.
But if i were to meek up,
those choices blur.
Frozen by the fear of an unknown turf.
What does it mean?
Does mean that I'm scared?
Or that i don’t care?
Or that education and support are not there?
Never meant to be demean,
and cause a bogus affair.
But what isn't bogus,
when you look in the mirror?
Too old not to know this
Too young not to care
No knowledge on topics,
but I’ll comment with flair.
If I say the wrong thing,
in just the right light.
Maybe the others,
just wont push and fight.
We turn the other cheek,
as we call it polite.
We wait,
and we hope,
while we cope with our life.
Every one of us does it,
we feel love and we fight.
We all make mistakes,
but take ours as alright.
And theirs is so bad?
The care that we have,
wouldn’t dare to see past,
the color of skin.
Orientation,
is less of a statement,
it’s love and thats basic,
don’t hate with no basis.
You're not born with the hate,
its a great instillation.
Don’t act like its fake,
or go about face it.
You can’t just erase the past or say you've misplaced it.
Accept.
Don’t reject.
Show respect, and embrace it.
Lets go create,
and love with persuasion.
I just cant wait, for
a hate free oasis.
Too much is at stake,
for us to stay blameless.
Enough of the shame,
trust we’re destined for greatness.
 Jun 2014 Angeli
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 Jun 2014 Angeli
ns
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                           okay
                                    bye
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