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 Sep 2015
AW
She kissed him
Like New York was the city she lived in
Like Manhattan was her home
When she laid her fingers against the window
She felt it
His heartbeat
Warm flesh through cold glass
Her reflection mirroring his
While she looked out on skyscrapers
Empire State, she
Saw him across the room
In the silence of the empty penthouse
Louder than the racket of
The city buzz below
She heard him
His whisper
Telling her he loved her, how beautiful she was
She kissed him
Like New York was the city she lived in
While never having left the Europe that is home
 Sep 2015
wordvango
a green cape to be superman in the lawn
a brown orange red one
in the fall and a white insulated
one in the winter

I put on at halloween a jack 'o lantern
adorned one
and at Christmas
a red and white one

When I visit the kids
at the orphanage
I put on a clown mask
and they laugh

And when I take it off
when I get home,
I cry.
 Sep 2015
J Nc
"You're not one of them", he says
"I can tell, I got this GIFT, see?"
The relief clear on his animated face
Too twitchy, too... off
"They watch us, you know?
They got those satellites and ****
They'll read your ID through your pocket
Then they gotcha!"
I nod, only mildly alarmed
And throw down my smoke.
Step on it to make sure it's out
"Only you can prevent forest fires"
A childhood echo
He picks it up
Looks wildly around
"Your DNA is on that! Epithelials!
I seen it! I seen it on that CSI!"
I mumble something
His eyes narrow. He laughs too hard.
"Kidding man, I'm just kidding"
He skitters off, like an ant missing 4 legs
I look up, and nod to the ****** on the roof.

~JNc
9-15
This was inspired by Stephen King's "Paranoid: A Chant", a short story/ poem in I think Skeleton Crew. One of my first two "grownup books", along with "Night Shift". My grandma and grandpa had given me a $10 Waldenbooks gift card, for my 10th birthday. I've now read almost everything he has written. Most of his works I've read multiple times. Blew my tender little mind, and I was free.
 Sep 2015
Poetic Thoughts
Every fibre of my being is tired of everything.
#tired #depressed #givingup
 Sep 2015
GaryFairy
it's getting scarier by the HOUR
OUR world will never see PEACE
PIECE by piece we're overpowered
overpowering us as our fears increase

we sit idle as hatred BREWS
BRUISED by the war torn SCENE
SEEN as only pawns to lose
losing all of our hopes and dreams
i capitalized the homophones for beginning writers, who may not know what a homophone is
 Sep 2015
Autumn
I took a breath and I couldn't stop
And they kept coming
Over and over
And one more they came
Never ending and becoming all I could hear
The blood in my ears wrapping
My heart beating
Boom
Boom
Boom and my breath shatters
The cries fill the air and tears stain my cheeks
Because once more have I broken
Have I fallen down
This black hole grasping at my toes
But taking all of me every last strand
Until I'm someone else
That I still don't like
Because I can't look at myself
I may throw up
I can't breath
I can't go out and come back okay
And I can't talk to anyone
Because they're all wrapped up in their own little worlds
While they lean on me
Trying to stand on their own and falling
While I fall apart as I stand
 Sep 2015
Katelynn
To the man who is supposed to be my hero
You are my villain
To the man who is supposed to be my protector
You are my attacker
To the man who is supposed to lift me
You are the reason I fall down
 Sep 2015
PrttyBrd
Soothing sounds of future memories
Pictures painted in the glory of pain
The beauty found in such ethereal places
Is especially so in the desperation
Emerging from watching the truth
Of the other side of elation
Never absorbing the joy in the mundane
Finding it exceptional
Only when threatened by the violence of truth
Truth is a reminder of fragility in all things
Manifesting itself in the clear consciousness
Of the possibility of pure anguish
The very thought of the mundane being temporary
Of that  routine being ripped apart
Shredded in terrifying facts of probability
Need vs want is a privilege
The truth is evil
The only freedom that can ever exist is truth
Faced with the amputation of what was once meaningless
Transforms the mundane to profound
There will always be loss
There will always be an opportunity to be reborn
Perception is reality
Mood is a choice
Absolute truth is a fallen angel
Yet it remains something for which to strive
Life in retrospect is not living
Biding time between bouts of honesty
Treading stagnant water
Fulfillment does not dwell in the in-between
Satisfaction is not born of boredom
The world that surrounds each life
Is only what that life has built in its down time
For there can be both joy and pain in all things
Both apathy and interest in each new view
Emotions are a powerful thing, as is logic
Yet if they never marry, there can only be lived a half-life
Peace is born in the unity of all that we are
6715
 Sep 2015
NARMONSEA
The comedy that I emit,
The wit that I have honed,
By life's unforeseen disasters;
Made to bring everyone to happiness,
Blessing them with smiles and laughter,
Taking their troubles away from their minds
Even for a moment. That, I tell you:

"Don't you ever look this way!
Live, laugh and smile away!"


Whilst the merry band sings
Aloud, daydreaming and in orchestral fashion,
Admiring their backs from afar I trace
The footsteps to stand by their side;
A place that I can only dream of.

For every attempt at a smile I bless,
For every sliver of effort I take,
Every little moment counts
To pull me away from
Where I dwell:
Where the Cities crumble and fall,
Ghouls picking at the cracks
Of my wandering mind,
Sanguine thoughts,
Devoid of love,
Lacking life,
Loneliness,
Madness,
Anxiety,
Rage,
Sad,
Me,
1.

For a smile on your face,
Will put a smile on mine, and will
Pull me away from these apparitions
Clawing into my skin
For a brief moment.

**However.
Your happiness can't save me.
In a bit of a downer eh.
 Sep 2015
MKF
We were renegades
Born on broken
American dreams
Learning to love
With empty hearts
And eyes wide shut
Raised on highways
We were tramps
With voiceless screams
We conquered the world
With just the clothes on our back
But never got our cut
With determination in our voices
And stardust in our lungs
We went over and under
All at once
They called us trash
Though we were anything but
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