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AJBusse Dec 2020
Extraordinary Things

I feel like we’re always searching
For the perfect life
For a story
For our story
We want to live an extraordinary life
But
The truth is,
Our lives are more extraordinary than any book character's could be
Because we’re real
Our stories are better than any dragon slayer
Or princess
Or cyborg
Just because someone’s story is different than your's
Doesn't mean your’s, or their's, is any less important
Stories are meant to give us things we don’t have
To improve our already extraordinary lives
They lead us into worlds far away from our own
They give us hope for love and friendship
And perseverance
Books were written for the better
Written to make us feel
Written to make us look out on our world and be grateful
The hardest thing to learn is how fantastical our everyday adventures are
And frankly,
We have to stop waiting for our fairy godmother
Or a wizard
Or a beast
We are the owners of our lives
We can choose whether or not our lives are extraordinary
If you were to sit back
And think of everything impossible thing you want to do
What would you think of?
What would be stopping you?
You have to realize,
If you gut through this
Any of this
If you work hard
If you keep your loved ones close
You can achieve anything
I know that sounds cliché,
But geez
You are way more powerful than you think
A.J Busse
Life is everything you want it to be.
Emma Dec 2020
Head buzzing with recriminations, I’m lost.
2. Tired of abandonments, I left early.
3. A fork: the answer or unknown?
4. Stinging hornet knives slash ocean sharp.
5. *******. Now ******* silence deafens.
Dean Chittenden Dec 2020
An oblique shoe string
Hangs from a power line
knotted through
the wrong holes

A baby carriage on
the sidewalk
just left out
in the cold

a golden autumn
November tree
sheds her last leaf
she weeps and she mourns

nothing left
to be solved
these puzzles
make me sick
pieces are rotted mold

when you put them
together
its a lonely kid
the letters blank
ink pens run
out of code

The apartment
I live in is still the
Bloodiest brick red

stained relationships
I neglected
Its a splattered
picture on my white wall

Three wolves
each take turns
trying to ******* down

i guess these children
stories held
Some sort truth to them
after all

I just stand tall
like the effiel
tower im
builts for
world affair

Im was just hoping
for this morning
to be a symbol
of peace

listen for
a silent noise
a whisper
a vendor yelling
in the street

but its just loud
its violent creatures
and its laying in my
bed next to me
Last track from that same album if you saw the previous poem
Aa Harvey Nov 2020
Fantastical


We need magic in our lives.
Imagine a world without it.
I still dream of dragon’s fire.
I have since I was a kid.
There are many worlds, somewhere out there,
And they all need the stars to shine.
Every kingdom needs an heir.
I wish I had a fantastical mind,
Which could easily speak of fantasy more readily,
But I am all I am.
It is not enough, as it should be,
For fantasies do not happen every day…
But stories must be told,
So I had to say.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
He says to me,
"I want you",
and therefore i said to him
"But you don't need me, do you?"
He replies back,
"i need you yes"
Quote on his love for me.
Nickolas J McKee Nov 2020
I missed your touch,
When you walked out the door.
Left me behind,
With Joe & little Flore.
You said no more,
Broken bottles & cans.
Torn wedding pics,
Us aisled among sands.
Wondered a child,
“Where is mommy to be?”
Small words to say,
“You’ll have to wait & see...”
We miss your touch,
Us longing on these eves...
Left behind a broken home...
Josephine Wilea Dec 2019
I go to sleep at
10 p.m
but lately it's more like
2 a.m.
because I don't want
to turn the lights off

I brush my teeth
every morning and night
but lately it doesn't matter
enough to me
because my breath will only again be soured
by bitter truths in the morning

I don't read or watch t.v.
before going to bed
but lately I've been
listening to children's stories
because they imitate the innocence
that was long ago stolen from me
Mitch Prax Nov 2020
The stars still tell me
stories about you and I'm
so glad I listened

3:57 PM
2/11/20
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