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The End

“I wish I could have,” he starts.
I silence him.
I wish he could have too.
But no amount of wishing will change the fact that he didn’t,
And he won’t, so—
“Let’s not.”
I say,
And that’s that.

Written by [Triola]

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Is It Just Memories

I see it again
It's like yesterday
I hear those sounds
Somehow I know them
That touch, that taste
They're all the same
Am I dreaming?
Reliving today in my bed?
Those thoughts, those words
I've had them, read them before
It's tiring knowing these things already
But experiencing them again in different colors
Love, loss, heartache, sorrow, death
Wrenches my insides like a stale ale
New, this is what I need
New ideas, new feelings
Shock me, make me weep with joy
Make me laugh in madness
Disturb me, thrill me
Is that so wrong to wish for?
I need to stop these dreams
Or maybe
I need to forget these memories

Write by [Susie-Q]

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bump

it started with a bump,

knees touching under the table, and wine -
orion looking at our reaching hands.
pulses of pleasure rushing up my spine
as we lay upon the cooling, warm sands.

a short retreat to the familiar,
then back by elastic, invisible;
an invincible bond, auxiliar
to our need to try the impossible.

then, a morning of ends and beginnings;
new shorelines and nourishing upwellings -
a deep breath, a silent sigh, a longing.
gratification of struggles changing.

now, our streams are clogged by alluvium,
heavy sediment settling on our will.
bitterness erodes the synovium
that soothed our voices, our feverish chill.

this crepuscular part of our travels
has been dark, but now turns towards light.
as the course of our road unravels
we take off, leaving bumps out of sight.

Written by [törnen]

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in the city night

in the city night,
you can hear the tram tracks singing
long before the beast shows up.

in the city night,
you can hear the long, lonely sighs
of ads changing on displays.

in the city night,
sea ice gathers to recite choral lullabies
to ears that cannot hear.

my city never sleeps soundlessly;
silent are only the beating hearts and
vibrating vocal chords
of the creatures of the day.

yet,

ads shine,
without minds to saturate;

trams roll on,
without legs to rest.

in the city night,
mine are the only ears listening;
mine, and the quiet fox,
who nervously leads me to the morning.

Written by [törnen]

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Potential

I look at you
And there, in a flash,
I see yellow, red, blue,
Realigned, warm and new,
I see passion, heat, you.

And there, in a flash,
I see a future, and thus,
Through potential, thrill, fuss,
I see us.

Written by [Triola]

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Along the Way

White phantoms, keep dreaming-
There's an eerie voice in the rain;
Black thunder, deamons-
Something is calling out my name.
Follow the dim lights of an ancient road,
It's so old it's forgotten where it goes;
There's a lone wolf crying out to me,
With a hunger sounding way down deep.
I see him, gleaming,
Look away and just continue on.
Hiding among the trees along the highway-
A white phantom, a midnight ghost.
He brings a promise of warmth and shelter,
A haunted kindness I don't want to know.
Silver clouds, brimming,
Shadowing the greed hiding in mist's eyes;
The moon shines, grinning,
Reflecting a kindness in his lies.
A golden sun is rising slow ahead,
Frightening the shadows and the lone wolf brave-
I see no danger on the road before me,
Bright light shines through as the darkness fades.
The white phantom is so small and old,
Just a grey spirit as the dawn unfolds.
His bones are laying along side the highway
Marking his despair with an ancient grave.
His curse I'd follow if I'd strayed from my way:
A lonely phantom, a lost soul.

Written by [kamisch]

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False Things

See my family,
Full of smiles -
They are what the world don’t know.
See my smile,
Signs of pleasure -
Coming to place where anger’s due.
There’s my family,
Laughing together -
Always putting on a lovely show.
Hear my laughter,
Signs of pleasure -
Auto-response when fear is cued.
In a beautiful house we live, love and play,
And I stay in that house, day after day.
See my shadow,
In the tined bay window -
I see beauty outside, but it can’t get in.
There’s laughter in here,
And smiles ever-after;
There’s repression in there,
Behind the dreamy eyes
Of the smiling home.

Written by [kamisch]

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Emotion's Commotion

I feel a surge of emotion coming
        it's calling me from behind
               "Answer me," it says and,
                              "you must do, have to show me
                                - don't keep me locked inside!"

I open my mouth but no words come out;
I open my eyes and let fear flow about.

Light'ning rays of thought,
                    come enter;
      Quickly strands of thinking enter-
          I feel them in my brain,
                       they're saying,
                "Open your mind now, please let us in.
   We're on your side so, come on and let us in!"
                          - All at once I'm crying.

I open my mouth but not much comes out;
I open my eyes and the tears flow about.

I close my eyes...It's not helping!

Flashing bolts of thundering hate
        come knocking at my door.
  I answer it and all smiles disappear-
      "GO away!" I say, "Go away!
             I don't need you here no more!"

I feel a surge of emotion coming
       as I push it all aside.
             "Let us in!" They all beg and say,
                           "You must do, have to show us
                           - don't keep us blocked away!"

Written by [kamisch]

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Get

I got rid of my worries, got rid of my fears
  Decided to live through the rest of my years
I’ll not be held in one place,
I’ll live in the world with an air of grace.

I moved into the world, moved into a home
  Decided that Nowhere is not where I’d roam
I’ll make my own choices,
I’ll fill my heart with sweet voices.

   I shall be free, I shall be me;
   I shall be whatever I’m meant to be.
   I shall not cry, I shall not lie;
   I shall not say that I can’t learn to fly.

My brain is not shackled, Evil has dispersed,
 The burden of Perfection is no longer mine—
   The weights have been lifted and I feel fine.

I got rid of my worries, moved into the world,
  Blocked out the most painful of memories.
      My life is not free, but I call it my own.

Written by [kamisch]

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Gone

He is gone,
nowhere to be found,
Grandad where are you,
I keep looking around,
I walk the streets looking for you,
to which I cannot find,
I can't believe your gone,
and left us all behind.

Written by [kians mummy]

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Found

I found this dog,
with no collar or name,
I hoped it wasn't stolen,
as I would get the blame,
So I took it to the Police,
and they put me under arrest,
Then they discharged me,
So guess I was blessed.

Written by [kians mummy]

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Me

I am me,
I am what you see,
Take me as I am,
I'll be your number one fan,
and I will help you,
in whatever way I can.

Written by [kians mummy]

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Nature's Blessing

Sunrise Golden
Sweet arrays
of glitter, warmth,
and shiny rays.
Heat the earth
and warm the waters,
warm your children,
sons, and daughters.

Nourish life,
take cold away.
Be the warmth
of Nature's call,
until you must
rest once more.

Moonlight Silver,
softest caress,
gentle beams
of silent nights.
Share with stars
the sky you do.
Adorned in silvers,
reds, and blues.
Another beauty,
Nature's Rest.

But once again,
when you leave,
allow the nourish
light of Sun,
to dawn its light,
this day once more.

Written by [Drydwen]

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The lITTle poem in propour ENgliSh

THeRe !once was a poem,
in p r, o p o u r egnlish.
But he was misunderstood,
  and loo ked quiet @trocious
his rhymes weren't- quite right
but they, woRKed som times
just! not, in the correck scheme
which rhymes. with team
THE ENd
ryhms with ben
kinda?
too"
DONCHA KNOW.

ANGRILY WRITTEN BY [Mortified Penguin], NOT THAT IT'S ANY OF YOUR DAMN ASS BUSINESS

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A Ghost

I live with Ghosts
I see her
In the corner of my eye

I live with a Ghost
She cries
And I try to shut her away

I Live with Ghosts
Memories
I just can't forget

I Live with a Ghost
Why is it
She has to look so much like me?

Written by [pegasus1000]

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I Can't Wait to Tie the Knot

I made a new friend today,
With which I'll waste my life away.
I roped him in with charm and wit,
I gave him a chair, but he won't sit.
Doesn't say much, but he's quite well rounded,
Though he's a bit high and not all that grounded.
I'll go out on a limb and say we'll hang,
I'll be so happy, no more pain.
I'm choking up, it'll be so fun,
Hanging out in the summer sun.
I'll finally be happy and full of bliss,
Even the chair will get a kick out of this.

Written by [Mortified Penguin]

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Abandon

There I am standing, dark and alone
Shivering, for the wind is cold.
I go to speak, yet my lips fall apart,
Abandoning me.

The silence unbroken deafens my ears
On my knees now, I am brought to tears.
I go to scream, yet my lungs collapse,
Abandoning me.

There I am gasping, sad and alone
Shuddering, for my skin’s gone cold.
I go to sleep, but death turns it’s back,
Abandoning me.

Written by [The Boy Wonder]

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No Anchor

Though my sails tore long ago,
and I smell of rotten wood,
I'm caught here, on this sea
of breath and thoughts and blood.

Without aim, I wander on,
seeking out the final storm,
to break me, set me free
from life's desperate gripping hold.

My heart breaks against the rocks
from the memory of the waves
and the cooling breeze at night
piercing through the dulling heat.

Your sails sometimes pass me by
full of stories, full of sun,
bringing both the love I need,
and the pain of what is gone.

But I will disintegrate,
and to water I'll return,
where you won't see me again,
only feel a breeze, relieved.

My heart breaks against the rocks
from the memory of the waves
and the cooling breeze at night
piercing through the dulling heat.

Written by [törnen]

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