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 Apr 2015
Mike Hauser
There's a battle that I am constantly in
Between poetry and reasoning
Most times before I even begin
Poetry wins

This battle is not fought with guns and knives
But with the constant bombardment of verses and rhymes
Attacking every corner of my fragile mind
Forcing me over to its poetic side

Where I'll live out my days as a prisoner of war
With poetry's guards watching the door
With no comfort for me as I carry the torch
Where once again poetry wins if your keeping score
I'm not sure anyone else goes through this but I feel like I'm in a constant battle with poetry. It has truly taken over my life and no matter how hard I try I can't stop....and so the battle continues.
 Apr 2015
antxthesis
11:11 (2)

Wish I could take back that "*******"
Wish I could take it crush it,
Use my tears as kerosene & burn it.
That "*******" ruined everything,
That "*******" changed me since.

& if I could apologise a million times I  would.
I would've written at your doorsteps,
I would've written on your sheets
I would've written it in your notebooks
& in every single place we'd meet.
I would've written it in your palms
I would've written it over your walls
I would've written it upon the ground on which you trod.

And when we meet instead of saying "hi" I'd say "I'm sorry".

Wish I could rewind to the day you said "Marry me?"
I swear that was the funniest, but best day of my life
& you made me laugh like no other
Smile like no other
And it's still the same five months later.

Wish I could rewind to the day we first kissed,
And if I knew it was the last,
I would've made the best of it.
I would've held on so tight
That you eventually start begging me to let go.

Wish you didn't want *** so much
Wish we could've thrived on just love.
Wish nudes weren't your requirements
Wish you never gave up.

Wish my heart would stop calling your name !
If only you knew, it's in constant quarrels with my brain
My heart wants you,
But my mind's saying "just let him fade away"

Wish you could make you me smile one more time.
And I wish you'd give us one more try.

I know it's only wishful thinking, because you'd never want back a mess like me.
 Apr 2015
Cold-Bones
Never let me in.
I'm the curse that will end you.
If you let me have my way, I will tear you apart.
My failures will cast impending  darkness
Into that little heart you wear on your sleeve.
My venomous words will tear you limb from limb.
Its a cycle.
Over and over.
My psychological problems that you blindly keep falling for.
Its a cycle.
Over and over.
 Apr 2015
Mike Essig
Remembering Greece,
I imagine you there now:
naked, skilled in spells.

Your toes in the sand,
your bright green eyes radiant:
island conqueress.

   ~mce
Another form that is new to me. Be kind...
 Apr 2015
Bree Anna
Run. Run. Run.
Don’t Look Back.
Don’t Think.
No Plan.
Just Run.
     That’s how I remember it.
   I love it.   From that point on
   It,
                                                                ­was
                                                                ­        MY
                                                      ­                          life.
           Then I thought
               I paced
                    I turned back
                            To the hell I live
                                                    I like school
                                     I don’t like home
                            I like mom
            I don’t like home
Why?
You Don’t know
me
my life.
I wrote this one three years ago. I was in middle school.
 Apr 2015
Özcan Mermaid
In fact, it was about you. It always is; it always was, always will be.
I told you that it wasn't about you. I lied, it was about you; it always was, it always will be.
 Apr 2015
Nandini
You can't see,
as I wouldn't show.
It's an art colouring,
with hidden secrets,
you are the one with the secret soul.
The false veil is taken.
Lighted secrets cast the darkest shadows....
 Apr 2015
jeffrey robin
^^^^^^
/////

I was sitting high on the hill

We had this LAND in the costal range near Santa Cruz

//

( a castle for the ages )

///

In the meditative flow of absolute freedom

///

Then the words of a song by THE BAND

came into my mind

I LOOKED OUT MY WINDOW
TELL ME WHAT DID I SEE ?

I SAW THE GOLDEN CALF
POINTING BACK AT ME

///

the place ( 300 acres ! )

Seemed but a postage stamp as I let my eyes

Drift south along the range  to Mexico

//

North thru Canada ( no ! -- up to Alaska! )

Out  over the Pacific

Up thru the Cosmos

/::/

I got up and descended the hill

Out to PCH 1

And hitch- hiked Berkeley

and the smog

And the  congestion

And the people

And I asked for forgiveness

And that again I might be human

And that the years might flow

And that GOOD might come

AND THEY SAID

sure brother !

You're always welcome

and here I am
 Apr 2015
Grizzo
Lost
at sea
in the eye of the
Storm

The wind took
me here

pushes me further
away from
shore

away from
Home

I've sent birds
from the
deck
but none
have returned

and now I have
none left

The stars and the moon
are no match
for the clouds,

no silver lines
slice through
on this night

Only mouthfuls
of salt water
and the stink
of dead fish

swept onboard
by wave
after wave
of rouges

The crew wash
overboard while
repairing, raising
the ripped sails,

some swept away
taken by the darkest
blades, and some
cling to what they can

They beg for
relief, seeking a

break,

but I can't control
much, much
less the weather

and I wish they
weren't here because
this ship is going
down

eventually,

and I know my fate
lays at the bottom
of some yet

uncharted waters
and as captain
I have a duty to

stay with
my ship
and save
my crew but,

they stay
with me because
they always have,

always will,
after all,

That's what friends are for

to guide your ship,
repair her sails,
help you find
the way home

while the storm rages,
the winds never
stop,

maybe the birds knew
the journey was a failure
from the start,

and once released
they found a nest like
they should've had all along

and in that
I can't blame them,

I'm still looking
for my Home too,

on a ship of friends
with my broken heart
rudder pushing
forth,

but in a heading
unknown.
Napowrimo #23 - No prompt, rough draft lunch break poetry
 Apr 2015
CapsLock
Down goes the night,
somehow I just can tell.
Another day with no sunlight
and I'll spend it in my cell.

I once did a bad deed,
I shooted someone in the head
then I ran, I quickly fleed,
before he dropped dead.

Yes, I had my reasons
for such a hideous crime,
but that doesn't help in prision
where I'm doing my time.

I know I had it coming...
I know justice was served.
but I hate to feel rotting...
Rotting in my cell...
One for J. Cash
 Apr 2015
Mike Essig
Love is a dangerous word.

You should not say it
without consideration.

It contains a promise
that must be kept.

Can you? Will you?
Do you want to?

Don't proclaim what
you cannot deliver.

At least two hearts
may be broken.

Wait for exactly the moment
you know for sure.

When you are certain,
don't say it at all.

Instead, yell it loudly
and linger to hear
its beautiful echoes
wash back over you,
your own voice clearer
than you have ever heard.

Love is a dangerous word.
   ~mce
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