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Had it been my expectations  or was 
it betrayal.                 
The insights withdraw insanity 
climbing up with prayers 
In real time when I was never real,
In hopeless nights when I was never 
All of a sudden had the world 
changed or had my devotion
The birds dint stop chirping,n sky 
expanding, n I was still in motion
Motion never ceases but getting 
ceased is not motion 
With words that I play getting more 
trapped in emotion
 through the frame less windows  
when they pry
Getting self sustained........they cry

Copyright © Avani jain | Year Posted 2013

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Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Kadell

Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2013

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Inquisition poetry 101

I stopped to stool siphon sip on a cool blue 
circumstance in the means between the in 
times loath listening to complacent
poetic prostitutional practice of stir my friends 
ego echoes doing the same f. u. c. k. e. d.
favor dance for me whenever my I/ego envy enter 
exists your contra content littered with
manic moronic mentaloronic maladies
of entrance entrocities. Lining words
pentamhextamater, of rich rhyme, cleaveage crotch
clearance, colic c.u.n.t. coffure
frantic fascist frames, abounding with 
wok out at me sillo sounds
composite of cruel crisp compound
cumulo capsules of I, me, mine
mousy miniscules in dreamy drop
lovelorn lostlusts learned
limitations lauded longevity in living
linguistic liquidlovelorn light
leaking lanterns, which bequeath spewing 
in bitch broth biscuted breveties catching 
lucid laminated word wornwastes 
catagorical crass. Leave wail/wall 
wallet inadequacies enough alone any analog yet tackless 
trash white talent to ergo the less a nominal negress and opt for a 
sporadic spittle spindle of annotated attack seeing a new personal
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So, my wordful children of BS, when writing yr so called pitypoetry,
devoid of dream dance diminutives coinciding correctly with wrenching wraps
of prostitutional ponder relentelessingly revealing a rapture 
of vast vile emoelements of comprosotory 
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Assimilitate before u ass umulate, 
Build before u bridge buldge
Concentrate before u cumulo capsulate
Decide before u dildo dick tate
Engulf before u evo enevelop
Fragment before u fracture fantasize
Grasp before u geno germinate
Hallucinate before u hasty hippocrate
Initialize before u initiate
Jackulate before u Jillulasm
Literate before u laud luminate
Mentor before u mirror menstruate
Nurtuate before u neuro negate
Obliviate before u oogle obligate
Postulate before u priest present
Question before u quotionent quest
Recreate before u radical resonnate
Saturate before u semen sacrlidge
Tintalate before u trick translate
Utilize before u usurp ugly 
Victory before u vile vanquish
Want before u willful waste
X-turn right @ W follow the X signs
Yuletides before u yell yeildtides
Zeusotide before u zonk zerozilchotones. 

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013

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My Two Sons

I am blessed to have two wonderful sons that are very good to me

To say I am proud of them both is most definitely,

My eldest son is very independent

And my younger son is very driven to commitment,

They are both very Unique in their own ways

I am so lucky to have them both everyday,

Their futures are both very bright

And just knowing that I sleep very good at night.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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-i miss u-::a poem 4 my friend ty in jail.::

when i write you
and you write me
it always makes me happy
happy to hear your doing alright
and happy to hear,
you get a good sleep at night.
im so sorry to hear that your birthday was so bad
hearing what they did to you
really made me mad!
hearing u got hurt,
really made me sad.
i just wrote this to you
to let u know i miss u
and i hope u miss me to!

Copyright © amanda daum | Year Posted 2006

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Rythem in Life

Is it the rhythm in life
That we have issues and strife
The rhythm in life is a beat
A beat that puts you heart out in the street
The street is where it all goes down
It goes down to make you frown  
Some people laugh and play 
Other people sit and stay  
We all want to wear it 
And even compare it 
In my room sometime strain at the wall 
In my mind hear my conscience call
In life alone 
We don’t pick up the phone
And we lose the milestone 
The trust of the fact that 
We are not all that!

Copyright © Liza Salmon | Year Posted 2013

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Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day

Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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A New Life

With birth is a new beginning, 
A destination to a new journey ahead 
From a child grown into maturity 
With youth to age 
From innocent to awareness 
And ignorance to just knowing, 
Perhaps to wisdom 
From the weakness to the strength 
Health to sickness 
We pray to good health again 
A path each of us follow 
With dreams of success in our lives 
To being happy with bliss and love our selfs 
And one another 
We could have a life filled with loves joy 
To treasure always forever 
A new life miracle is born into that 
First new life of natures blessings 
Never take anything for granted 
For this new life is a gift from the heavens 
To always cherish forever and each is unique 

By Brian otoole

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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The Writers' ABC

To be one, to be together, we each must think together
Beyond Africa, beyond Babel; people speak a thousand tongues
This is our trust as Writers; Communication - to commune.

Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013

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The woman of my heart

Neutrality in your colour seduces me and overwhelms my pride. Originality in your words attracts me and drives my senses to you. Prenuptial agreement, I must sign, without delay. Quest no more! You are my type of girl. You are with no doubt the woman of my heart

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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My mind and heart are at war

MY heart and mind are at war
My heart and my mind are at war,
Body and soul lost between the hate,
Confused and hurt not knowing what for,
They pull, twist and fight to escape,
The battle of pain sweat and tears,
Caught in the midst of heartache,
My soul breaks free and leaves behind its fears,
The pain is too much for my body to take,
I built a wall and smashed it to dust,
For another, but for what,
I lost my faith and lost her touch,
I am soulless standing here stuck,
My mind has won this war,
My heart damaged and broke,
Still not knowing what for,
I pray and i still hope,
That this war will end,
And mind and heart will coincide,
Hoping my soul and body will mend,
For the rest of me has already died
I am done with the pain of passion,
And done with the love of pain,
All i here is my hearts door's crashing,
For this is what makes a man go insane,
I felt her love i loved her touch,
I kissed her lips and she kissed my heart,
Now this feeling, i feel too much,
Now it’s time for my mind and heart to part,
I will see her eyes in the moon lit sky,
Her beauty in a sky of wonder,
I will shed one tear and let the pain die,
As i lay awake in a world of loveless slumber
The illusions of love corrupted my mind,
The confusion of passion clouded my eyes,
The death of my heart came soon this time,
So now i will love in a world of my demise,
You can’t feel this pain that i feel,
I am done trying and this time i am,
When i write i write what’s real,
So now can you see why my soul ran?
Can you stop and wonder,
How i made it so far, with so much pain,
Can you here my heart crack with thunder,
And can you see i live in a world of rain,
 I have sought love found it and lost i
I am tired of pain.  so tired my heart is exhausted
i am done now if she comes back then i am here,
if not like i said i have shed my one and only tear

Copyright © raymond hamilton | Year Posted 2013

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Me, Myself and The Mirror

I would love to see "twinkle" on my eyes,
but even the mirror seems in disguise.
I see myself better when my eyes are closed,
that way i am friend with my heart in trouble.

Fake me not, mirror in front
I let you you read me,
but could you really see?

Mind is in chaos,
wrinkles on forehead shows.
You see that I know,
but can you put words to it too?

I wish you could talk back,
so you could put back on track
my heart, my mind...
and thoughts running wild.

Copyright © Evangeline Demate | Year Posted 2013

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thank u mamma

I thought I could do it,
 an all nighter 
 pouring my heart out
 throughout the night 
 on dis here lonely page,
 my eyes got heavy 
 I fall asleep writing u 
 this here ..
 made up words of mesh
 I hope u can see clearly 
 through this mess..
 its may not be perfect
 but its filled with 
 lifes lessons an many love stories
 pain will be through the whole thing.
 its all true, its everything I've seen, an done
and then some... 
 I hope you'll. Like what u read
special thanks to 
 my mom pushed me to write 
 this whole thing....

Copyright © CHELSEY MOORE | Year Posted 2015

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An Angel in Danger

Life's gifts is of all the good and 
the bad 
Never knowing what may arise 
An angel is everlasting hope we 
long to have and to hold 
We have watched you through 
just like a hawk 
We will never give up on you 
we know you are strong 
Who the angels will pull you 
through somehow 
Where there is a will there's a 
And with god looking over us 
well know we will be safe
Even tho this deadly danger of 
a disease took you over
We know in our hearts that 
steady burns yull be ok 
As a fighter like Athena (a 
warriors guide)you will grow 
Even now we see your alot 
Must be these guardians of 
heaven looking over you 
Feeling good with this is all you 
may need 
This danger none should live 
But as long as there is Angels 
up above its all you will ever 
need to pull through 
A tragic time. 
- by Brian O'Toole 
Caregiver of a cancer patient 
and friend 

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Fluttering Heart and Knotted Stomach

I sit here with my mind in in a tangle and twist.
Wondering how in the world did it get like this.

My stomach is in a knot, and my heart is racing.
Hoping you're mine for the taking.

Your melodic laugh and dazzling eyes will be the death of me,
I swear. 
All of this I think while I play with your cinnamon colored hair. 

How crazy and blissful,
How absolutely remarkable.

There's nobody in this world that I've met
that is more likeable.

Copyright © Andy Dangercat | Year Posted 2015

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World of Letters

Alphabet amazes me
Being 26 characters long
Creating adventures
Deciding the fate of heroes
Eyes reading stories of the past
Forgetting the truth behind words
Gatsby telling lies
Hamlet’s revenge
I can even create a world
Just for me to live in with
Kool-Aid flavored oceans
Lemon filled trees
My own tiny universe
Nothing but the alphabet weaves it
Only I can explore, unless invited
People in my world are twisted
Quieted they stay
Rebelling against authority
Saying only they’re allowed to fight
Tomorrow will be different
Umbrellas will be sent into the air
Vanilla ice cream flowing in rivers 
When I come to end the world
X-rays will be sent
You will see
Zero people left in the world of letters.

Copyright © Christian Guild | Year Posted 2013

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It hits me like a wave, churning deep within my gut.
Holding my breath as the situation sinks in.
(Climbing a stairway to heaven)
People staring, eyes peering, thinking of a way to get out
(drifting up in a cloud of smoke)
Pale face reddens as heartbeat quickens
(Flying away on invisible wings)
Running, fleeing, where can I go?
(End of the rainbow)
Dirt swallows me up, blanking my mind
(Calm, peaceful, no more worries)
Frozen in awkwardness, palm to my forehead
Stuck in reality.

Copyright © natasha wilson | Year Posted 2013

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The Paranormal

Do you believe in the paranormal

I do just for the fact that is seems very normal,

Why is it so hard for us humans to accept that there is another side

Some times these souls are lost and they try very hard to hide,

This tells me there is another chapter after we leave earth

After you die the spirit lives on and the coffin is in the dirt,

Personally I feel better knowing we have another chapter

Kind of like the saying the here and ever after,

Remember some are good spirits and some are bad

You never really know which ones are happy or sad,

I say if you do experience another spirit of another realm

Don't be frightened because it might just be a loved one so stay calm and don't get over whelmed.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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Irish eyes I long for you

 ''twas  a new feeling-somewhat more 
Then we even dares to own before
      As I looked upon the stars 
  I hope and dreamed someone like you
   Who can take me back to my old Irish roots 
Never met anyone from the emerald hills of Ireland 
       Our Irish eyes gazing into each other
 With the tall flowering hedges shade narrow 
    With head to shoulder on your skin 
    I long to be in your arms of joy 
Show me your beauty and beauty of Ireland 
  With Rocky roads and ancient castles 
Just tell me the words I long to hear 
  And we will be at least halfway 
With many tremendous miles apart 
 I keep wishing to be with you even just once
Wherever you may be or wherever you shall go
   Just always remember I longed for you
On the field of bliss forever on My mind 
With my Irish eyes that long for you

 By Brian Otoole

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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If I were a poet

If I were a poet, I'd write about 
life's simplest pleasures. 
I'd write about daydreaming 
under a beautiful tree, 
surrounded by a quiet crisp 
If I were a poet I'd be able to 
exhilarate my readers with such 
words that awaken their souls 
and show them that life is truly 
a blessing. 
I'd let everyone know what's in 
my heart and teach them there 
is a light, a silver lining! That 
there is always hope. 
I'd Take them on a journey 
through my dreams, and share 
my thoughts of brotherhood 
and admiration for the earth 
and it's gifts. 
If I were a poet.. I'd create a 
magical inspirational place for 
all hearts of darkness to enter 
in need of a kind word. 
If i were a poet, my pen and 
paper like weapons on the 
negative forces of the mind. 
The nagging fear. The 
perpetual hostility in an 
awkward world. 
But I am not a poet. I'm simply 
a good person gifted in finding 
appreciation in my simple life. 

Copyright © Nichole Schindewolf | Year Posted 2012

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Demon in the Night

I stand brave at might within my room 
Without a single sight of fear 
As thunder roars from outside 
My heart as pure as gold 
This ugly bloody demon came upon me 
Face so gruesome yet posed expression without a soul to take 
Here in a home of faith that lingers in 
Thou demon in the night you can not have my heart nor soul and steal it within this night 
As the demon spoke to me in tounges 
I could not understand words that's been spoken 
And as I pray on my knees with my merry roseary beds in palm 
I wished for this demon to banish forever from my sight
And never again to appear to me within thee night 
That demon in the night can harm me no more 
By Brian Otoole

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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life alone

life alone is bitter and cold
with no one to love no one to hold 
the long dark nights waking up on your own 
got money to spend but no one to phone 
to live like this 
to die with my shame 
to have love for so many with nothing to gain 
but where all born with a purpous reason for life 
but mine has been shattered like the shine off a knife
say the meaning of life and it looses its shine 
no one can own it to me it is all mine 
can life be this cruel or is it just me 
ive lost the way to my heart and i cant find the key 
to write all my feelings to write all my pain 
my heart is now empty cold like the nigh rain 
but we all must be love to be loved and forgotten 
to be buried six feet under and left to go rotten 
although i am 20 and my life is ahead 
but my pain will go on until i am dead

Copyright © simon nixon | Year Posted 2007

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I Pray For Our Daughter

Where do we go from here
We can pray and hope and know God does care,

By taking control of the wheel and guiding it right
We are the ones whom has made sense of this fight,

Only we can use our common sense and try to understand
Why some people like being secret and we shouldn't have to demand,

I need to believe that there is a reason for all things
Lord help me due to the fact that reality stings,

It hurts like hell and your hands feel tied
Can we scream or yell because they have lied,

About what is really going on with our daughter and why
There are times her dad and I just want to cry,

There is more to this story than meets the eye
It will all come out soon and then maybe we can try,

To help our daughter through this to get over the trauma that has affected her
 well being
We love her so very much and when we don't know all the truth it will never keep us from seeing.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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POOR As we built up the castles For the firm that's devoid . They rank the bloods For the richest survive. We hope our pulses, Grant ours better lives. I mere be A homeless deprive. Outfits can't hit, The jobs we did. We've seen the riches And their splendid. We are done with thoughts, And stunned with dreams. One day I hope, May fulfill . They call us 'Poor' But far its, Just a game of moor.
S•R• @thatoneshe_

Copyright © Shruti Rawat | Year Posted 2016

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A Child With A Dream

A Child with A Dream with so little to see, homeless on the street with no food to eat… no money in her pocket and nowhere to go she was A Child with a Dream and she never let it go. A Child with a Dream with nothing to see but the concrete she had as she laid down to go to sleep, nothing to say and nothing to do just A Child with A Dream can she make it through? A Child with A Dream who wanted the most to make it to the top as she sat by the light post, the concrete was cold and it was dark outside A Child with A Dream as she watched the night go by. A Child with A Dream with no more to do but to count the stars as they moved. A Child with A Dream with nothing to do but wish one day she will meet a friend or two, as she grew up she knew it was the end but  A Child with A Dream never gave in, remembering her past as the days went by a friend approached her and was ready to cry.  A Child with A Dream saw her crying but never give in she kept on trying. Her friend came up wondered what happened to all the good times that made her start laughing, looking back her friend said why, why did you run away from them as they were packing? Looking back and wondering why A Child with A Dream just sat there and cried, tears running down her face not knowing why she said her family hated her but she didn’t know why. A Child with a Dream put her head up and her friend said don’t ever give up. A Child with a Dream looking back as her wish came true but was it luck or did she know I never would give up? A Child with a Dream looking at the skies, her friend said I was looking for you do you know why? A Child with a Dream answered no. A Child with a Dream looked at her friend and A Child with a Dream said you wished I was with them, her friend answered yes but do you know why?  A Child with a Dream had nothing to do but look her in the eyes. Her friend said I know, A Child with a Dream said her family wished she wasn’t there but her friend said I am your sister do you know I cried as you left and said goodbye? A Child with a Dream looked up in shock and had nothing to say but will you stay if I never give up? Her sister looked up and said come on we will never give up we will be on our way home and you will be able to make up... A Child with a Dream never gave in she went home and her parents were shocked to see her grown up and ready for them. They sat her down with food and water but A Child with a Dream could care no longer… her parents wondered why A Child with a Dream said you wished I left and her parents were confused and they were fighting everyday as the divorce got heated each and every day. The parents felt bad and never let her go as she went to school and her friends were happy and didn’t want to see her go… as the years went by she had a dream to one day help those who had A Child with a Dream.

Copyright © tynesha peacon | Year Posted 2015

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packing up my clothes,
looking good,
leaving the city,heading home,
I'm going destination Filabusi,

i'm happy,i'm joyous and alive,
the bus terminus a hive of activity,
the old battered bus has swallowed us,
yes i'm going destination Filabusi,

the drunken men sing,
old songs of their childhood,
heading home sweet home,
to see children before they go asleep,
in their beloved land of Filabusi,

the children perched on their mothers' laps,
glued outside the rattling bus windows,
told by their mothers to look out for the wild,
at Chipangali animal orphanage,

there we follow the marvelous Gwanda/Beitbridge road,
slithering on the edge of the mountains,
the deep silent gorges,not for the faint hearted,
on my way to Filabusi,

look at the gigantic exposed rocks of Mbalabala,
not to forget the mysterious burning mountain,
the great Mzingwane River we cross,
to the place of gold my home,

arriving at destination Filabusi,
pleasant view of the misty mountains,
the ever green fields and abundant waters of Fort Rixon,
coupled by the return of the chief,
dispersed by the colonial era to Gokwe,
we welcome you back chief Jahana Khumalo.

Copyright © Mthandazo Ngwenya | Year Posted 2015

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The Final Words

I remember many years ago, when I 
was just a lad,
My biggest hero in my life, happened 
to be my dad. 

I grew up with no siblings, in a 
happy home,
And daily as a child, I'd write  a story 
and a poem. 

I'd discuss how my day went and the 
things that I had done,
And put words to my feelings, be it 
happy, sad or fun. 

I'd keep them in a binder, tucked 
underneath my bed,
Well hidden from intruders, near 
where I'd rest my head. 

Many years later, as a teen, my 
parents separate. 
They tell me dads moving to another  

He decided to leave his family and 
work on his career,
Things hadn't been so good at home 
for well over a year. 

I hold in the tears, run upstairs and 
begin to write. 
About the terrible news I got, that 
late school  night. 

I rip out my binders, and sit quickly 
in my chair. 
I write "why do I do this, no one 
seems to care". 

I grab all my diaries, from my 
hidden stash,
 throw them in a garbage bag and 
take them out for trash. 

For many years I never took out a 
paper and pen,
I promised myself this day I would 
never write  again. 

I visit my dad often, til life gets in 
the way,
And visits turn to phone calls as we 
run outta things to say.

He would say that he loved me, I'd 
say I loved him too. 
But our conversations remained 
small, we were never really true.  

I get the dreaded  phone call in 
february '11,
God had come to take my dad and 
bring him up to heaven. 

I go through my dads stuff, and 
what defined his life,
Pictures of dead relatives, my family, 
his ex wife. 

I miss the times we had, even our 
silent talks,
Hidden in his closet, I pull out a big 

When I move the box,  I can't 
believe my eyes,
My family runs in the room, when 
they hear my sobbing cries. 

The writings I had thrown out so 
many years before. 
Were neatly piled behind the box, on 
the closet floor. 

I read through the pages, memories 
flood my mind,
My life as a child so neatly defined. 

I make it to the last page, I find 
written in blue, under "No one seems 
to care"
My Daddy wrote "I do"

Copyright © Jason kirkwood | Year Posted 2012

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The Owl

 Oh it's midnight again,
i better turn off my light,
i better try to sleep tonight,
and for once stop being the owl.
if i had the world to me,
i shall keep alive the nights,
while the days i sleep very tight,
i shall become one perfect owl.

but the world is weird,
they wake up with the sun,
then they expect me to shine as well,
despite my constant owling at night,
the world wins all the time.

so i'm in bed and trying my best,
to fall asleep and join them snoring rest,
yet my thoughts just linger on,
and my eyes are open wide,
I simply can not put to sleep,
this wild crazy owl in me.

Copyright © Dechen Pelki | Year Posted 2015

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Perfect kind of desire

Sitting here in front of your image 
I desired from my past 
My body all in tingles 
Body gets fired up like the summer heat 

All emotions running wild 
I know I should not lust it's unjust 

But you look so good yet so fantastic 
I can almost taste you with my lips with lust 

I can not control it 
Is it wrong that I love the way your presence is 

You are a lier and a cheat thief in the night 
Tonight your everything I desired 

Like a roman warrior god 
Love your aching heart 

Just a work of arts desire 
Did not know this love could feel so good 

Your dangerous I don't care 

Maybe I'm naive 

Your my perfect kind of desire 
I long for you can you save me from that cloud 

By- Brian Otoole

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013