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 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Meri F Clason
waking up at 2 am
to add water, subtract water
(old ladies do)
check the phone, no messages,
BBCAmerica whispers from the radio.
Outside the window,
something about a moon and tattered clouds,
in my heart, something about children and dogs.
Let tomorrow wait
and burrow into the sheets.
--something about a moon. . .
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Elise
Now I know
I am not the only one
waiting for my current interest's lover to leave.
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Ray
Persevere
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Ray
Somewhere way back when
I took a wrong turn down the wrong track
and now it seems there is no way back;
They tell me I've come so far
they say there's no point in turning 'round
yes somewhere along the way
better things will come
or another path will open
just keep on going
and going
till you find
your better times

but

what happens when they never come
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Ray
Month after month
Faking normal states of mind
complying to the every need
of those around me, frantically trying
to please them so they don't see
and once I'm fine,
I grab a beer and dance all night
in strange men's basements
a smile never leaving my plastered face
and I let them sort their own **** for once

I've unknowingly made my peers
fall in love with my own worst enemy
and hate the real me
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Sophie
Stacks of records filled my bookcases like extinct animals just looking for a home
And you told me to burn them,
so the music could float up into the trees and teach the leaves to dance
to Talking Heads and Tchaikovsky.
But as the records burned,
the smoke filled my lungs and smothered the leaves,
and I realized that even the best poetry will leave you empty,
wondering when words stopped being the truth.
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Gloria Ikeji
i feel myself
caving in
for my body cant not take more heartache
whats broken cant be fixed
only bought

and the price is paid
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Sir B
Insanity
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Sir B
His knuckles turned white
Yet he refused to let go
He is laughing with his inner soul
Yet no recognizes it

Is something the matter?
No...
Then why are you laughing like a madman?
Its laughter from the inner soul.. fool

OH MY
WE HAVE A FREE THINKER
JAIL HIM.
HE WILL BE A THREAT TO THE NATION
HE WILL BE OUR DOOM

*This is true. The people who tell us the truth, are called TERRORISTS or THREAT TO THE NATION just because they have the ability to tell the world what the government is actually doing, whatever happened to free speech...
I can safely say. I have gone insane with poetry. I have been reading a lot of news hence the above poem. Everything is under defined in our world now...
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