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 Mar 2016 y i k e s
Quinn Fox
I like my poetry
Like I like my coffee
Unlike most,
I prefer it strong
And heavy

I don’t mind it rushed,
What I really want it to empower
Is the sweet bitterness
That’ll keep me up for hours

How’re you to live
Without a little contemplation
A bitter drink
To match how you think
About the world and its desperation

Its desire to acquire
A meaning higher than is truthful
Since the only rectifier
For all of the gunfire
Is that we remain faithful…

“Faithful”

Faithful to shadows
That we hope to be
More than more than just a domino
From long ago
Toppling into tomorrow

But even so
Truly, we know
We cannot hope to be
More than the smallest
Ripple in the sea

There’s nothing more than what we see
Despite what we wish would be
There for us now and when we
Leave this place

In all of space
We’re merely dust
Upon dust
No conceited reason
Behind every season

No, that’s just the world’s childish desperation
To see more behind each rotation
Of God’s “divine” creation

Since, truly, there can be no rectifier
For all of the gunfire
And despite how I think I may desire
This blessed ignorance of faithfulness
What I value more is truthfulness

And what it’s telling me
(Thanks somewhat, perhaps, to the coffee)
Is that our best intentions
Will not result in intervention
But in blind destruction
Thanks to humanity’s corruption.

…A bitter drink
To match how I think
About the world and its desperation.
 Mar 2016 y i k e s
REAL
Foul
 Mar 2016 y i k e s
REAL
Stop

What your thinking


You  are wrong


Stop

Feeling heart broken

'Cause you're mistaken
 Mar 2016 y i k e s
KILLME
Drift
 Mar 2016 y i k e s
KILLME
My head like
My heart
Open and
Confused.
Willing, scared,
Excited

I feel like I
Was tossed into space
Drifting through stars
Completely lost
On my way too you
Hello again from your favorite in and out poet
 Mar 2016 y i k e s
GaryFairy
Fickle feelings fuel your mind
Leaving you in a state of confusion
Inside you find your heart is blind
Perpetuating another conclusion

Feelings change once again
Leaning toward a different selection
Ongoing turnabout without end
Perpetuating a loss of direction
I can think of quite a few people who this relates to. From now on I will be glad to be rid of them...for good.
 Mar 2016 y i k e s
Ava Bean
Fear
 Mar 2016 y i k e s
Ava Bean
He was afraid of losing me
And I was afraid of him.
That kind of game quickly destroyed us both
 Mar 2016 y i k e s
Pea
my mouth
it never runs out of words
to say
always spilling, reaping attention

but why
does it run dry
like a wishing well
no words at all leaking out

at the sight
of your face?
As we sit alone drinking wine that was meant for two.
I am reminded again that I'm an idiot.

Honestly given my track record you probably knew
that I can’t be trusted when it comes to my heart, period.

I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t mind getting a sleeve wet,
who would blacken eyes, and ****** knuckles for a smile.

I would stay up all night without a single regret.
Heck for her I look forward to the extra mile.

Yet when it comes time to actually ask her out
I choose not to, so we both sit bored on the weekend.

Another day wasted since I won’t ask for a hangout.
To be honest this pattern is becoming a trend.

She deserves more than what ifs. The chance to answer yes
instead of dealing with my mentally assumed no.
For all the people who didn't have a valentine because they never asked for one
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