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 Jul 2016 cgembry
Bennett's-Words
Art
they say art should be "nice",
and that it can be,
but there's much more to art,
than what you can see;

there is no right or wrong,
art is meant to speak,
to stir up curiosity,
cause creativity to leak;

so next time someone tells you,
"art is there to admire",
look to them and say,
"no, art is to inspire"
inspired by the Eleanor and Park quote
 Jul 2016 cgembry
Jewel Burton
Tears on the ground,
Tears on my pillow.
Why did you do this now,
Just when my feelings started to grow?
I'd fully given myself over to you,
Not knowing all you'd give me was pain.
Why did you have to make me feel,
Like I never want to see you again?

Do you know what it feels like,
Loving someone who's in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know what it feels like,
being hurt in such a heart wrecking way?
Feeling like I've wasted my time,
Planning our lives together.
And feeling a lot worse,
Know that I'd probably lost you forever?

Once upon a time you'd told me,
You won't let me fall, make me cry and you'll forever hold me tighter.
And once again  when I think of you,
I think of a cold-hearted, incapable liar.
Incapable of knowing what it means to care, Incaple of knowing what is love.
Incapable of seeing what you once had,
As one of the greatest gifts from Above.
 Jul 2016 cgembry
Taboosun
A poetic speech.
A conspicuous outplay.
Why oh why, do I let
The scars hide inside?

These memories which lay before me,
Grant surrender to the torcherous
Force of thoughts stampeding through my mind.

Questions arise in times of dark skies,
While the sorcery which has ingrained
My personality spreads like wildfire.

With arms wide open,
I invite remembrance of the truth.

I bask in horror
And forget pleasantries.
I've banished my heart
And removed intimacy.

I've embraced the fact
That I've convinced myself
To enjoy the push of wrought vengeance
Directed towards the decrepit foundation of my existence,
All the while being too fearful
To follow through with the pull
Of positive and constructive actions
Towards a dream in which I blend with the day.

I contend with my own weighted soul
And offer no resistance
As I gently fall infinitely deeper
Into an abyss of forgetfulness.

I want to be somebody,
But I don't know who to be.
Just a poem guys jeez, lol :)
 Jul 2016 cgembry
alicia
I made this for you
Rest here
Always
Ill cover you
You'll be safe here
Always
I won't let anything hurt you
Comfort will be with you
Always
We will miss you
And remember you
Always.
 Jul 2016 cgembry
smallhands
tonight's jigsaw puzzle is a bunch of little white lies
lying in little strange shapes
their edges give me a deep sweat, no matter how near or far
from home I happen to be
fictional fragments like messages in a bottle,
pleading mercy with human nature and other curses

-c.j.
 Jul 2016 cgembry
Lisa on love
words
 Jul 2016 cgembry
Lisa on love
words
and music
and matters of the heart
light and love
fresh ocean air
and tears of joy
sunshine
clouds
and rain
time
and this moment
this very moment
words
spoken, unspoken
written, unwritten
sports
travel
laughter and pain
and love
a person's entire essence
art and literature
humanity
real.  vulnerable; alive
the entirety of me
this, the lifeblood
beating; palpitating
throughout
the soul
of me; this
 Jul 2016 cgembry
Donall Dempsey
SHAKING A LEG

Grandfather Gordon
always scratching his wooden leg
insists "It itches!"

always a different explanation
how he lost the leg
enough to fill a book

Grandfather Gordon
scratching the air
where his leg should be

Grandfather Gordon's
wooden leg now
a tommy gun...a sword...a unicorn's horn

"Give me me leg...
...ya daft wee buggers!"
begging for his leg back

Grandfather Gordon's gone
his wooden leg lives on
dusty in a corner

I stroke his leg
remembering him
it itches in my heart
And he always dropped his 'aitches! G.G. as they called him lost a leg at Suvla Bay or as he called it "...'ell on earth!"

Another weird thing about this is that he was talking about his father who on returning from the War minus a leg had aged greatly and everyone assumed that he was his grandfather so he was called "Grandfather Gordon" for ever after. His son who was telling me this then went off to fight in the next War that was in the offing and came to understand that a man could return from the War minus a mind as well.The things he told me were what no human being should have to ever undergo and what the reality of being a soldier in wartime actually entails....it's **** or be killed. When asked what he did in the War he would always reply: "I tried not to die!"

The story telling is simply me being prepared to listen and to soak up the story by the process of emotional osmosis. Others actually listened but didn't hear and would simply pass it off as..."Oh gawd the old fellow's off again!" What I listened to was his great need to tell someone what had happened. He had kept it bottled up all this time and now was the telling time....but how can you tell your daughter that you killed other men just like you in order to return to your daughter.
 Jul 2016 cgembry
Jayce
When most people say they have seasonal depression, they usually mean in the winter
Depression and winter go hand in hand
Darkness, cold, shorter days, holidays where if you're alone you're miserable, deadlines
But some people don't understand that seasonal depression happens in the summer too
I wish I could explain why I don't want to go outside when the sun has never been brighter
I wish I could help you comprehend why going swimming is a perfect way for me to drown myself
I wish I could help you understand why I don't feel accomplished or at ease, I feel under pressure to have a good summer
But I can't
 Jul 2016 cgembry
Dana Colgan
Do it to african musk.
Roll it like finely carved dust.
Hold it like dynamite just.
When angels fall, damage must.
Together bind it with trust.
Yet time goes on without rust.
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