And now for some belated and well-deserved features!
by Sakura (cherry blossoms).
Change Our Stars (singagainsoon)I wonder if you know how much you mean to meby and An amazing collaboration between two masterful poets.
That you make me want to get up in the morning and carry on
Because someone believes in me.
My hands hurt when they aren't holding yours and it's so hard to sleep when you're running circles in my mind
But I'll let it go for now because every time I see the stars, I see your eyes
And I can hear your voice in the whisper of the ocean and all our favorite songs, and the way you sleep so soundly
(I often wonder how much it has to do with the scar hidden beneath your hair, from when you fell out of that tree so long ago but I'm so glad you didn't forget me then)
I miss the way you connect the freckles on my back into constellations that only you have seen
I wonder if I just disappeared
Would you search the world for me, even if it means
Casting your silhouette in the dawning sun
My eyes are tired when they aren't locked on yours
Yours are lock and key. (But I hope they wouldn't forget me.
The awkward way I move.)
I see you in the glass th
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Word War 1: PreemptiveF*** youby I love this one so much, you have to read to see why
Is what you say to me
do not take this with offense
I'm just doing it in my defense
When I'm insulted
To defend myself
Even if it means attacking the ideas you have vaulted
They're banning guns
Not because they're dangerous
They're too weak
Don't bring a sword to a gun fight
Don't bring a gun to a pen fight
Cause the printed word can destroy countries
Let me rephrase that
It has destroyed Superpowers
Hollywood Movies like machine guns
Rock and roll music or jet planes
Books like poisonous gas
But I gotta show you my restraint
It's my character I'm trying to repaint
The smell of ignorance is still faint
So you better gun up, or run under
Before you get to fighting
I'll blow you up like lighting
Your death will be heard like black thunder
You words are sarcastic
Are you being facetious?
Don't know how use the tool given
Like a 4 year old boy with an AK-47
Getting knocked down every time you take a shot
the innate MercyI don't have ink in my veinsand
otherwise I would have cut them.
I don't have paper over the meat
otherwise I would have torn it.
And then with the bones of my fingers
I would have written love poems.
a thin Thread (a scene)'A thin thread binds our fates' - said the old puppeteer. The sad-faced puppet bowed his head nodding and the paying audience applauded. No one noticed that the old man hadn't moved the wires.by (I couldn't choose!)
Burn Twice As BrightIn the arms of anonymity,by Inspirations spark friendships!
Is found the solace and comfort,
Of no longer raising your voice,
And no longer wasting your days.
Watching the lifeless bodies,
Drift past and eek out this existence,
Empty and shallow,
There to stand for nothing.
Figure this one out on your own,
You can kick and flail,
Or scream and shout,
But not hear a whisper.
The pitty exuded,
As it unravels before your eyes,
The sorrow felt,
When the hordes drift in and out.
by I love this painting, it just draws you in.
Inner-StruggleConscience sparring with my mind,by Only my current fave, his poems get consistently better over time.
The battlefield of a war inside,
War torn emotion is easy to find,
But are you willing to risk joining the fight.
Are trades across the field,
A single shot,
A deadening thud.
Then comes the generals,
Each wielding swords,
Blood stained faces,
Troubled by greed.
Who pay for their sins,
Who lives with their lies.
Was it conscience,
Or my mind,
That took the bullets,
From this gun.
Please.Will you stop screamingby Again with the choosing!
You say others have hurt you
Why break my heart too
I Am WithoutI feel…and
No I don’t
I don’t feel anything
I’m vaguely aware of the throbbing of my head, yet the pain does not bleed through
It’s just a minor inconvenience when I decide to stand, dizziness temporarily taking over me
Depending on my reaction time I may fall to my knees or I may lean against the wall
I’m vaguely aware of the feeling of millions of needles sticking into my knee
They pierce the skin and deep down into my bone, tickling my nerves and causing something that I would previously referred to as pain
But I don’t know anymore, if it is pain or not
What is this “pain”?
I fall to my knees this time as I realize I’m living while being the very thing I fear
Numb, I am numb
I am without pain.
Those WordsThose words aren’t enoughby If it seems I've gone overboard, then well...she's just so good!
They’re never enough.
Poem #22Too many timesby Pure wondermazingness.
we follows our loves
too many times
we turn out like the doves
Si estas veniendo
Te amo, pero hay una problema
Venci, vi, saliste
Now I don't know who's coming
and I don't wanna go
too many time I don't care
too many time I give into fear
Que esta dejendo?
No me amas?
and the sound of silence is growing louder
too many times I ignore it
maybe the reason is I can't hear it
cause the sound of my thoughts
keep drowning it out
My BeatThis beatby Leave it to my little sister to turn one of my humdrum pieces into a fresh masterpiece!
A heart beat
A smart beat
Beating at my feet
As I walk through these streets
The memories so sweet
A place I have known
A place of my own
Of my own
Paper inked with loveI used to write so many thingsby Kindred thoughts.
I used to smile, I used to sing
I used to be so very happy
I used to be
And then you trapped me
The piece of paper
On the table
A little story
Of a traitor
On the purest heart
To lie about
I was the paper
You were the words
You violate me
So I got lost
I am the memory
You are the ghost
I won't be treasuring
You inked the paper
You inked my soul
It won't get better
It won't let go
They will retell this story
The piece of paper gonna burn to ash
And we will shine in endless glory
But it will never heal this painful gash
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