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Why
This is your prison. This is how you die. The light flooding through such desperate eyes. This fragile lifetime, that tragic death, no one is promised another breath. Spend your time wisely. Hold tight to your dreams. Things in this life are not what they seem. Illusions of comfort, and tyrannical fear caged in the same body year after year. Anger and rage housed in benevolent calm, and hatred and love like a soul shattering time bomb. Drifters in space, So helpless, and unaware cling to the face that doesn't look as scared. Searching for love, and planning such meanness, they say every soul has its own million reasons. Live, laugh, love, die, rinse, repeat, and always ask why!
Ashley HarperPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEcliptic Sunset
Away afar a faintly glimmering star is all that you may know of a king who courted your dark angles in rings of a limitless sky. When the umbrella of sparks flushed your shimmering eyes, the waves of constraint flashed deep consensus cries. I grasp the thin friction burning metal wire, pulling for you and losing. There is a phonetic deep cloud crisp with the thick dark oil blackness enthralled in a combined emptiness that penetrates the circling forces around you. We tap dance on the edge of torment with unconscious blow darts, where rose petals open with moisture in the wind. The winds ripping to pieces all the reserve you ever defended and the thorns holding you in place tempting you to move against them. Gleaming in the depths of your eyes the fire burns, your dark angles rise.
Inside
I stood inside your negligent stare and watched as your eyes rolled up into your sarcastically closed lids. The smirk that rolled up into the corners of your mouth spoke louder than any words you could have chosen. I felt the stones stacking just beneath my skin. I listened to every word you laced with abusive tones and aggressive snipes. I could feel distance spreading, but nothing moved. I watched your face crumble in anger, and seer through me from some pent up past rage. I began to feel an odd grief lingering in wait just beneath the stones. I searched every bit of information that I had, and prayed to find a way to disarm any hostility, but nothing seemed to be able to stop the numbing, cold insulation that was gathering around us. Somewhere, something couldn't, or wouldn't be said, and now it had festered into some intimate infection that threatened everything that bound us together...
Ashley HarperPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRemember Me
Remember me cause now all u will have is memories cause I've come to the realization that me and u aren't on the same page I loved and cared for u beyond deep measure but your love was fake void and staged
Latoia DunnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAbsence A Reason
His heart was unfaithful. But I still want to kiss him. His love was wasteful. Yet I know I still miss him. My mind is absent a reason for letting go.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDear Future King
Dear Future King where are you? I have searched above and beyond for you and still can't find you I don't know who you are or where you are but I know your reading this so with this left-hand I poetically speak to you everything you should expect from me
Latoia DunnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGoodbye to the Voice(s) of Our American Childhood
If you're of a certain age today in America, and even if you’re not, you lost something special on July 26. It was some of that part of yourself that, over time, you may have tricked or reasoned your way out of believing in. Your childhood.
Michael Eric RossPublished 7 years ago in GeeksGroceries on La Isla Bonita
The Belize heat ignites another day in the town of San Pedro. A man steps out of his wooden stilt home and heads towards the main street on a grocery mission. Any reason to get him out of the house is good enough, as he is exhausted from the usual bickering with his wife of twenty-five years, even if that means walking across town with plastic bags full of food under the tropical sun.