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 Mar 2015
Grizzo
Poetry, the attunement of syllables,
harsh sounds, soft sounds,
rhythmic stanzas
pleasing to the iris,
sound waves to the ear
drums invite Neurons
to experience ecstasy.
They celebrate in unison,
shouts of cheer, roars of joy,
electric screams of fulfillment.
Some pass out in disbelief,
others wave handkerchiefs
in the air and shout
Yes, that’s right!

While somewhere in the limbic
system, the other side
of the hemisphere they whisper,
*No, that’s not what we meant at all.
 Mar 2015
epictails
We are all a little fragile
you and me

*but that's just being human
 Mar 2015
Everlasting
Love,

Water me with hopes as if I were that flower in your garden.
Don't let me thirst for them,
Else, I may grow roots deep into the soil where I was planted,
until I find them...



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Yes...

I won't be that flower that stays in one spot,
And then dries and withers and dies
I won't be that flower that blooms once in love,
And then dries and withers and dies

But I would be that flower that blooms
each and every time
whenever you are around.

I would be that flower
that only wishes to capture your sight
And to inspire you to be the best of best in life.
 Mar 2015
Essa Freedom
Listen closely
What do you hear?
Go to a room with complete silence
Just for a short time
Tell me
What do you hear?

I hear the beat
The beat of the drums
Constantly beating
Am I crazy?
What do you hear?
 Mar 2015
Matt
Breathe In

And Breathe out this promise
Fill the world with light

Release all appearances and aspirations
And be still

Ease
Relaxation
And groundedness

My view is as vast as space
When it comes to my conduct
It as precise as parched barley flour

Grounded where you are
 Mar 2015
Eleanor Rigby
Cheers to silence
When she calls
And you leave.
Cheers to how fast
She makes
Your heart beat.
Cheers to your new love.
Cheers to what I don't have
Any more...


F.Z.**N
 Mar 2015
Paulina
I thought the world would stand still when we kissed.
I thought id hear whispers of love in my ear
All I could here was an echo of my own subconscious
Telling myself to hold on to my wits
Because of love and rust and all that goes
your heart was never mine
and everyone know
The truth of bitterness and regret
Ill never forget your smile, your eyes facing the direction
that wasnt mine
At least you knew and so did I
That this was an illusion and a lie
of sweetness and with a taste of sighs
We depart with our goodbye
A clean break.
 Mar 2015
Bo Burnham
Can I have a word, please?
It can be any word.
Just give me a word.

We can all share the rest.
Just let me have one.
It can be anything.
I'd take canteen or avid.
I'd even settle for timely.

But you can't use my word,
whatever it is,
without asking.
Because it's my word.

And I'll almost always let you use it when you ask.
Unless, for example, my word is wonderful
and you want to use it to describe a movie I haven't seen yet
or a movie I saw already and didn't care for.

I really want everything.
That's my first choice.
Flabbergasted is a close second.
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