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Sep 21
poem 2 comments
Icarus Blackmore's picture

Small Town Living

It's funny, I hear people talking 'bout old fashioned towns,
Idillic small towns, where people still smile and wave,
There they still have values they say.
And there, kids know what's what and behave.

I feel like laughing at the idea, 
For a little while at least. 
In the end I just shake my head,
Knowing people are so blind to the beast.

"They still have morals there," you say,
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Sep 21
poem 0 comments
haleyseymour's picture

he loves me, he loves me not


he loves me.
he pulls me in for an endearing hug.
he loves me not.
he looks at her more.
he loves me.
his kisses are full of passion.
he loves me not.
he laughs more when he’s with her.
he loves me.
he makes me smile like no other.
he loves me not.
he makes her smile too.
he loves me.
he promises that he cares.
he loves me.
he tells me i’m his.

he loves me
and i love him.
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Sep 21
poem 4 comments challenge: Say

A Royal Address


Forgive me for not kneeling when you passed by.
I forgot
Whose presence I was in.

Forgive me, your highness
For not waiting for the scepter to lower
For you to grant me permission to speak 

Oh please forgive me!
I didn't see the purple robes
I didn't know I was in the presence of royalty 

If you can't forgive me I understand 
Tear me apart with knives 
Lay me on a bed of sharp nails
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Sep 20
poem 3 comments challenge: Peace
H20.hollym's picture

Beautiful

You may accept her as she is,
for she is fully whole as she dances among the flowers.
She tied her ribbons around herself
that stream and twirl no matter 
if the wind may happen to be blowing.
She is her perfections, 
and her flaws, 
all garnished with rainbow ties.
Her grace is that of the wind.
It may shift or stumble,
but all love it for what it is.
She knows that whether she is recieved the same way
is irrelevant.
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Sep 20
poem 6 comments

Casual Racism With a Side of Language Based Angst

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In an attempt to delete an audio recording that I wasn't satisfied with, I ended up deleting the post as whole thinking it meant deleting the changes I had made previously.  My bad.  This is just a repost, where nothing has changed from the original.  My apologies for causing any confusion.

I was sitting among tiny green blades of grass,
listening to a chaotic symphony
of loudspeakers
and bubbling voices.

I was sitting under a rosy sky

Audio download:
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Sep 20
poem 3 comments
Fiona Ella's picture

is this society?

i sit
pressed in between the two of them. 
they're in hysterics, 
tapping their phone screens
to airdrop memes back and forth. 
if i'm not mistaken, 
these are all things they have all already seen. 
are they hilarious just because airdropping...
automatically makes things funnier? 
my parents used to look out at my brother and his friends
as they sat side by side on the porch
phones to their faces
and make exclamations of disgust
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Sep 18
poem 2 comments

Today, It Snowed Milkweed

I crouched in the field
just below the grass line ; 
the scratchy strands itching my bare feet 
and then,
I saw it.

The stalk 
was just out of arms reach
and slowing to the end of its life;
brown pods sprouted off the top
creating the effect of a miniture corn stalk.

I pulled one from the dying stem 
and cradled it gently in my palm.
Then, without pause 
I dug my fingertips
into the heart ot the pod,
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Sep 18
poem 4 comments challenge: Winter/17

Puffy Pink Glove

She took his breath away,
The way she
Clung to the side
Of the outdoor Ice rink
Trying not to slip,
And still making it
Look so graceful.
His breath still gone
He managed to
Smile and beckon;
Wanting her to
Skate away from the safety
Of the wall.
She protested shrilly,
But pushing her
Bouncy brown curls
Behind her ear,
She lunged at him.
He wrapped her in his arms,
And the two fought
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Sep 18
poem 3 comments
wondering about rain's picture

It's been a while

Everyone is shallow.
It's funny because tons of people
criticize the ones 
who can't look past others looks,
but really every ones shallow.
How many times have you looked
in the mirror,
and thought you were ugly?
Hated yourself and your body,
maybe even cursed the day
you were born.
Every day I would go to the mirror,
look myself in the eyes and say,
"your not pretty.".
I couldn't say I wasn't beautiful,
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Sep 18
poem 1 comment
emily.hess's picture

Avoidance

i arranged the peas on the plate into the shape of a snowman,
but i did not eat them. 

because if i did i might feel full,
and to feel full reminds me of how you make me feel.

made me feel.

i do that a lot
it’s called avoidance,
instead of tackling the bull,
i run to the corner where it can not reach and wait for it to fall asleep.

i’m irritated that i was so naive
to what love could be.
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