Poetry
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- Written by: myownthoughts
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Jack Frost hash,
Fills my lungs,
Three, four times…
And I am done.
My guts bubble up,
Tickling my insides,
And I see why they call it,
Getting’ high.
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- Written by: Bobb Marly
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I sit and I ponder my feelings and dreams
I think of how things should have been and could be
If I had only did this or if I had that
I relive every moment and every fact
But digging around in the dry sand of the past
I find myself buried in a dune of what didn't last
Buried in sand you cannot breathe
It covers you completely and absorbs as you bleed
You can see only the sand and not the sun above
You can only feel it and not the ones you love
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- Written by: quidquid
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Granted reality is infinite
And nothing be added nor subtracted from it
This little town drowsy and rainy
Is for the scriber of these verse
In no derogatory way of course
As good a hiding place as any
Outside conveniently there’ll always be fog
Door’ll have a peephole but be missing a lock
On rare occasions when snow does fall
Gods in detached manner inform
That time’s run out and now in turn
You’re no longer wanted, not wanted at all
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- Written by: goddessofloco
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My head is spinning like I’m on my way to Oz. Can’t go to a place that’s not real, not there never was. You’re called by the pull of my lyrical creating. You want me to save your life, or is it mine for the taking? Do you fear what it is I may be, what I may offer? Mental immortality. Claws drawn, flash of fang, I’m such a tease. To let you think yourself one of the lesser breed. Soon on your knees you will come crawling to me. “End my suffering!” you will cry! Only then will I finally open your eyes.
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- Written by: goddessofloco
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I opened up my home and myself to him. He got so comfy and destroyed me when he ravaged everything I had within. He looked at what he had done and called the butcher to see what could be salvaged. The butcher looked and turned green, this was more than abused meat, it was a crime scene. Tongue ripped from my mouth, so I could speak no truths. So I could ask no questions, to verbally not bother you.
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
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The appeal of your heart smeared on the concrete beneath my heel.
Holds too high a place in my smile, as I glide in through overly welcomed doors.
However, here I lay heaped high in the lies I sewed into your eyes like a permanent blindfold-
As I tenderly suffocate the sound of you with a pillow and slid silently from the farthest window,
And believe that my escape left sweet intentions like salt on my already dry tongue-
As I had promised in vain to renew a hopeless spirit in hopes
Of becoming something more than I thought I could be
When Life plagued me to ride coach in the pocket of your coat,
and somehow I got lost in that tiny space you so allowed for me,
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- Written by: goddessofloco
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The golden lion flees direction astray, the king of the jungle runs from me; HE is MY prey. Naked and wild I run silently thru the tall grass. I hear heavy breathing, I am close at last. He li crouched down low, silent waiting for me to pass. The whistling of my blade had him turn at last. He snarls and roars but I crouch down low ready to jump in and tangle. Kill him, no, a creature wild who normally brings fright. I will fight him and win, letting him mark me, so others know what occurred on this fateful night. His claws swoop and I throw out my arm. I give out my mightiest yell, startled;
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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In dusk lye gone horizons
A hero’s bust of humanity
Wrapped in starlet blue purple
Something in the stars is afoot
In a heart struck of earth
Embedded in lost daydreams
A life full of simple surrenders
Glares back like a wolf at me
Read more: When Love Cannot Die
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- Written by: goddessofloco
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Unknowingly, from afar, he called out to me. In him I saw a piece of my soul. I thought if we came together one of us could feel whole. In my kiss I felt I could suck out his sorrow and breathe him new life. Like a wild creature he ran for the shadows, knocking my hand aside. My offering spilled into the streets like so much trash the wind carried it away on an endless unknown ride. With him I see that part of me go; I see it waver as he walks into the distance the fading of the glow. I want to call, to tell him it’s ok. Some things meant to be wild. I knew I was never whole anyway. To have that glimpse and see it exist, it solidifies what I already know. There are things in this world I can see, things others can’t and that will always be outta my control.
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- Written by: goddessofloco
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Atop The Daisies
I lie atop the daisies naked.
I feel alive, fresh and free.
I smile when I look at you who is lying next to me.
Atop the daisies is where I lie, next to a wonderful guy.
Yellow; white a clear blue sky, atop the daisies where I lie.
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- Written by: goddessofloco
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The Moon. How bright she glows but sad and forlorn she looks. Upon Earth she gazes with a lonely ache and longing like one has never known. She watches the lives of its inhabitants and how we gaze at her with awe. She has no air, life to give, nothing to nurture. A mother to none at all, but for her it is torture. Her hopes get up when we venture out and play upon her surface. In the end we never stay, always go. Its her destiny to never be home for life, the sad envy in her glow is why it feels so cold...
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- Written by: goddessofloco
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Oh if you could see the things inside of me. Some things are worth the showing. Your heart, your mind needs the knowing. With this scalpel I run it down my chest, the pain a searing blaze. So many things you create inside of me I feel nothing and go on unfazed. A scarlet line so thin and precise almost looks not there, the blood wells and my body cries out in a flurry of red, red , red tears. Left hand, right hand, one on either side placing fingers in the seam. Tearing back on each side wide open, so I pour out my innards and you have a clear view of the cavity, everything it is you mean. And as you stare wide eyed in shock you notice my heart, beating for you, it does not stop…
