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Apr 11
J. Scott's picture

An Ode to Girl You Don't Know

She was born for politics or press,
with her easy smile,
her endless arsenal
of neatly pressed skirts.
An approachable kind of beauty --
pretty, but not striking or distracting --
a face you instinctually trust,
her gentle, conversational manner
concealing a shrewd nature
and a mind full of steadfast opinions
so confident, yet never abrasive,
persistent without badgering,
never too forceful or too meak.
One finds it natural
Apr 09

Garden Of False Memories


I must have been between the ages of five or six.

I remember skipping around through fairytale land,

gawking at all the little fairies and their friends.

I remember feeding the ducks in the water,

screaming in fright as they all came crowding around me,

hungry for a tasty morsel to eat.

We only stayed for a few minutes

but I can remember every single detail about the garden.
Apr 07
Sydney's picture

The Doorway on My Tongue

Open close, open close, listen speak, wonder act. 
For some the door is almost always open. For better and worse.
For some the door is almost never open and listening is their forte. 
Some make an effort to open it; they push and push and try all the keys on their key chains without knowing that no key on a chain will be the answer. 
Some take a different route and don't even try the handle. 
Apr 05
Hope_for_the_future's picture

Too large for life


A pale pink lace dress
Laid at my feet
 
I kneel and pick it up
Feel the itch lacy between my fingers
 
Rip, I start to rip it
It will never fit
 
My body is too large
Obtuse with life
 
Growing feeling and skin
I vomit pain in an attempt to control
 
The pale pink dress
Lay at my feet up untouched
 
“ It’s time to go”
My mom calls
 
I shove and shave
Apr 04
Stella GGD's picture

Your Journey

Life is a journey under your control
Left,
          Right,          Forward,
Back
It's where you want to go
It's also your choice on how you treat other people
I should hope with kindness as well as equal

Their your words that you say
Your actions you do
No matter what they say
Your in control of you
 
Apr 04

Tomat-ode

“They’re seaming”
Too-perfectly ripened
Just plump enough
Flushed skins nearly tearing
Bursting at their seams
(hence the term)

In soft beds of fertile soil
Carefully, patiently tended
Beckoned forth by the sun
Hanging heavy on thick vines
Reaching and climbing cages
Beside the basil
And oregano

Rudely plucked
More hastily sliced
The cutting board stained with juice
Red pulp and seeds
Apr 02
poem 0 comments challenge: Earth
Ellal's picture

Colors of life

As the sun shines the moons eyes open wide
They look down at planet earth and see green and blue
The colors of life 
Dinosaurs hop around 
The moon closes its eyes
Remaining shut for 200 million years
When the moons eyelids peel open…
They close again 
The sight is unbearable 
In that brief moment what the moon saw,
were not the colors of life 
Green faded to grey
Blue faded to brown
That doesn't happen naturally,
Mar 31

Flyer Wall

A massive board covers the wall
covered with ad flyers
Music festivals, job opportunities, internships, service, products
all competing for space and attention.
Piled on top of each other, 
forming a sea of choice
that blends together into a jumbled
incoherent mess of words.
Jim stares blankly at the wall
unable to decide.
In each colorful paper
he sees visions of things that he could become.
Each one holds a parallel universe
Mar 30
Ca.cook's picture

Treetop

     When I was young I loved to climb trees. I can't count how many hours I have spent sitting at the top of a tree. One day I was down by the goat pastures while my mom was doing vet work on our goat herd. I had climbed to the top of the tree and sat at the top looking out across the field. I had chosen this tree because it was the best around for climbing, but it also had a barbed wire fence underneath it that made the fall seem even more ominous.
Mar 30
Jacksonj's picture

A Town



I can see the world from here,
I can see on one side a huge mountain range,
Full of mountains with white lines where people ski and snowboard, 
And others just covered in trees,
And at the top of every mountain, there is a white cap full of snow,
On the other side a huge lake where people are sailing, windsurfing, and fishing,
There are big ferries and tiny dinghies,
I can see a tiny college town full of people walking around,

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