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Suicide and scars

Looking high up in the sky 
I stand still in my balcony 
Thinking and about to cry 
Filthy thoughts are all that fathom me 

I am getting high with the air 
Thinking of the darkness 
And giving the stars a blank stare 
Shouting out my mess 

And oh! I feel lucky railings are covered 
I would have slipped 
Bleeding yet undiscovered 
And firmly gripped 

My darkness would hold me 
I knew for sure 
Coz what lies inside me 
Doesn't have a cure 

And oh I could finally sleep 
Without the worry of waking up 
Maybe some would weep 
Thinking its my windup 

I wish I come back someday 
When you stand in your balcony 
You think of me as you may 
And maybe then you'd be able to see

A world I have left behind 
My footsteps above the stars 
And deep inside your mind 
You'd know the meaning of my scars 
You'd know the meaning of my scars


Copyright © Bhoomi Sogani | Year Posted 2018


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What If

What if the world wasn't ours
What if we saw everyone's scars
What if we saw all the secrets they hide
Behind all of their carefully thought out lies
What if we saw the flaws they try so hard to keep inside
After that what would we decided
Would we conceal the truth we now hold
Or would we take a risk and choose to be bold
Would we judge for who they are
Or would we treat them like a star 
If we saw behind their wall
We would all surely fall 
If we saw what they always thought
We would see how their life is in a knot
What if we finally saw that the world doesn't revolve around us
Or would that just cause a huge never ending fuss
What if the world wasn’t ours 
Just think... what if we saw everyone’s scars


Copyright © Autumn Paul | Year Posted 2018


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Pretend

When you said you believed me 
I laughed 
I laughed how you easily believed 
In the things I pretend 
How you never knew the things I hid 
Behind the smile I wore 
You believed in the way I always seemed to be happy 
You believed how my silence was a mere silence and not words I always wanted to speak 
You believed in those silly smilies I sent you the time my tears didn’t know how to stop 
You believed when I said the reason behind this scar is a door or my bed 
You believed when I said my head was aching 
You always believed me and that is where the problem lies 
You see how easily you believed the things I pretend to be 
And even after knowing me so well 
You don’t really know who I really am 
Behind everything I pretend 
Behind everything I wish you never believed


Copyright © Bhoomi Sogani | Year Posted 2018


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Lies


Everyone seems to lie today, 
Their empty words are made of clay.
They mold their oily words to please, 
to make us kneel and feel at ease.  

We sometimes lie because of fear,
we know the lies but we adhere,
and wear our lies like masks all day;
and smile to keep ourselves at bay. 

Lies have many, many faces,
but they cover all their bases.
We're rabbits hiding in a hole,
forgetting that we have a soul.

Who can separate truth from lies?
and why do we all compromise? 
Lies coil around our thoughts today,
like serpents keeping truth at bay.

Written for contest, "LIES"


Copyright © carlos trevino | Year Posted 2018


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You are more than what eyes can see

You are not what they think of you,
Your heart doesn't change when your hair gets hue.

You are not the fashion trend you follow,
You are above perceptions which are hollow.

Your bright lipstick is just an accessory,
It shouldn't change due to sarcasm or decree.

Your tone shouldn't overrule your statement,
Your no is denial and your yes is the agreement.

Your smile is mere happiness, not a proposal,
Your stands in an argument are views, they don't make you unfilial.

Your body is a sheath for your soul,
You must never accept judgements for a part or the whole.

For, you are precious and a blessing on the earth,
Nobody can do your job and can ever fill your dearth.


Copyright © Deepika Srivastava | Year Posted 2018


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Break up

        Sorry I cant go 
          it’s not that I don’t like you 
       We are just different
         You like parties and I don't 
       Yes, I understand goodby 


Copyright © carlos trevino | Year Posted 2018


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I'm your crazy wand

Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.
Never mind,I am the only place of
my heart away from this heart.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.

Speak or say no,but I will still speak.
I have live for you only how I left you.
In the whole world, i am only wishing you.
Do not ever tell me,you forget me,
I'm not going to listen.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.

Never speak that moon will ever be
separated from the moonlight.
Is anyone ever happy to lose his life?
This is what I want for you,your loved once.
Never mind, I'm the only place of
my heart away from this heart.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.



Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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My hearts love

My wish is that you are my heart's love.
My happiness is only from your happiness.
More than you and no longer I love someone.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.

I love you,I will go from this world.
As long as i will live sweetheart,I will love you.
My life is all over now,it is only for you.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.

My heart is my pain,you know it.
The thread of my breath's necklace is tangent to you.
Relationship is like this,whose rupture is not approved by 
I will settle for you in my breath.
Without you,I will live a moment now.
I have strong sense of you.
You are my comfort to the eyes.
I have won by seeing you and this is my job now.
No more than you and no one is my wish now.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Colors

Have you ever just felt a color?
Do you even know how to  feel a color? 
I felt liliac that day
Like a flower blowing in the breeze
Calm 
Nothing could knock me down
Then HE approached
My color slowly started turning iron
HE is the only one who could break me 
And HE did 
He turned my color all the way to coal 
Then HE started talking 
My color turned crimson
HIS voice was too revolting to have a color
Every word he said made it burn 
Brighter
And brighter

HE left the room 
My color started turning back to lilac 
Then I realized
I was all alone 
No one could save me 
From HIM 
My color is now forever ash.



Copyright © Kadijat Alakiu | Year Posted 2018


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Love is a bond

Love is the confluence of two peoples,
this bond is of two relationships,
one is way and one is the destination.
One of the hearts of both heart beats.
This is the bond of all their births.
Love is the confluence of two peoples,


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Advice Not From Your Mother


Yes, I say you should seek the absurd,
 the outrageous, 
the deliriously mad.

I implore you to find the happy,
the joyful,
those crazed with perpetual glad.

Spend your time 
with insanely laughing idiots, 
where tomfoolery abounds.

You won’t have time
to resent a day of your life 
with this kind 
of tribe around.




Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Winter Guard En Garde

 melting snowball 
Fall-out started with the spring-break competition; Errors were made as team effort slid downhill. Then when name-calling sparked a partition, esprit-de-corps broke to a stand-still. “Butterfingers!” the dig of choice, sabers, rifles drop in flight. “Cretin!” answers a voice, winter guard backbite. “Bozo, Clod, Clown” teenage jeers, meltdown - tears.
written March 20, 2018 Line Gauthier's A Melting Snowball contest


Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2018


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Dani a Charming CVS Pharmacist

within Zieglerville, pennsylvania

genuine snow white hair 
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private) 
after i croon (to said lass), 

the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
hmm...or, maybe this mission 
perchance twill be doomed from the start, 
and hence finding me forlorn 
thenceforth, a backup contingency measure, 

would warrant me to don my thinking cap,
and for extra ordinary reinforcement unfold 
each Taj Mahal shaped ear flap
plus (for reinforced ironic steeliness), 

aye also resort to buttress 
any aural "stormy Dani yelling) 
via walled in interlap, 
which accouterment functions 
as a double agent i.e. (or, 

to be rather crude), 
an audiological jockstrap
to vet or figuratively kneecap
any unwanted infiltrating leaping lap
ping "FAKE" distracting news 
inducing madcap

mass media circus 
driving this generic teetotaler
to pour himself a nightcap 
essentially providing wig gull room 
with very little margin of ear err, or overlap
against bigwigs to trumpet pap 

pill low ma rendered free and clear 
asper insidious (mama mia) paparazzi 
charting imp pea ching fear
bringing out bare arms 

most likely something internuclear 
simply to discover visa vis authenticity 
if cute employee 
(sporting hair 

white as the virgin snow), 
which doth simmer and glare
blindingly, thus necessitating sunglasses 
(I choose the Ray-Ban brand)
as recommended by cited 

all time favorite pharmacist
who unwittingly (or simply because 
my myopic eyes didst stare)
fixedly - drawn to such a darling (doll ling)
explaining any reason to go THERE
to CVS - that tis where.



Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018


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Way of Life

Of a souls none are whole, all have holes.
Memories untold, lives unheard, Pains undiscovered, and sorrowful tolls.
Hidden and veiled, they persevere their closed hearts
We close the lid, fill it up each day  until the glass cracks and our souls leak out.
Patched up fast, and we hide the cracks till we break again.
Endless cycle, permanently broken, and temporarily repaired.
Examples for history that no one learns.
Entrusted to the special, only to be betrayed and judged .
Maybe why no one trusts anymore.
The world fears each other's judgement.
Brother turns on brother, friend on friend.
Why must we judge what we don't understand?
We tear ourselves and everyone else around use apart.
To hate is to love, to love is to hate.
One cannot exist without the other.
A way of life we have created with fear of what we don't know.


Copyright © Lya Hilburn | Year Posted 2018


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Fair Sailing

Fair sailing, ravens…

   o sea whispers, still 
     ‘wise to ways’ since last together 
       the sea and me 

   tales whispered, restive dreams 
      bedim memories a fleet 
      was i of the sea real for me 
       are whispered dreams failing, 
      memory’s sail 

   am i to be forever beached 
      upon forgotten barren shores 
     moored to conjecture 

fair sailing, ravens... 

   not for death i await 
     nor tears of sorrow’s wake 
    casted unto the piquant sea 
     i bury me... eternally 


Copyright © David MaxOptimism | Year Posted 2018


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No Chance of Escape



Boko Haram came at night to steal a lamb for slaughter. And began to fondle me my father lost his daughter. As rough hands stripped me naked fingers probed private places. And men without modesty took pains to hide their faces. Chains were locked to my ankles my hands tied behind my back. And I was dragged to a truck my head covered with a sack. For hours I'm raped and beaten shackled to others in pain. And then I’m driven to camp where they ravage me again. Tomorrow I will be sold as sex slave to any man. And with no chance of escape I survive the best I can. (Quatrain) June 4, 2018


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018


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Dual Forces Duel

Both speed and intensity,
obstacles on earth’s great sea.
Srong gales top the weather charts
vying winds of valiant hearts.

Freezing forces whip about,
crowded in the hold we pray.
Faith duels with fear and doubt.
Ahoy! ahead! dawn’s new day.


written May 31, 2018
Eight Lines, (Nature) Joseph May


Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2018


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I Empty The Night You Rise The Sun


I close my eyes, enamored by your kiss and I let that feeling float me away. The stars vanish, in my hypnotic bliss and time pauses...extending paradise. I love you more than mere words can convey just to say I love you...will not suffice. Like the rising sun, nothing outshines you I’ll adore you forever...and a day. Every word poets write about love...is true it's as magical...as a child at play. (Rhyme) June 9, 2018 Rhyme Time 4- 10 Lines Laura Loo


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018


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Who are you

Gopal was a teen age boy
Who was always shy
But he loved a girl in school
And around her secretly he use to fool.

Gopal thought many ways to approach
But she was out of reach
And he thought to send sms
So she could consider him please.

He sent, “I like when you like me back,
Cuz my life at your stake and lot of difference you make.”
She replied kindly, ‘ I love you too,
But please tell me, who are you?!’


Copyright © Venkatesh Raghava | Year Posted 2018


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the boy and me

The boy and me

The boy and me shared an interest
The boy and me were both kind
The boy and me shared a connection 

One that would never come to be  
One that would come so close 
One that would bother me for weeks on end

Sometimes we feel that certain things are supposed to happen
Sometimes these things are just a small piece in our lives 
Sometimes we get disappointed by these things

Fate is a word that no one should mess with
Fate is already determined 
Fate has good outcomes and fate has terrible outcomes

Life consists of fate 
Life can be unfair but it can also be a blessing
Life will throw everything at you

The boy and me forgot about those interests
The boy and me remained kind
The boy and me lost that connection.


Copyright © abby schrader | Year Posted 2018


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13 And Confident

She is assertive.
When she does not want to do 
something, she lets you know.

She honors herself.
Her heart shows her the way.
She listens to her inner voice.
She is 13, and confident.

She cannot be cajoled, swayed, or lured.
She is her own person, following her path.
Making choices that delight herself, and no one but.

She is a dynamo.
On a clear course.
She has met no one who can fool her.
I pray she never does.


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Sometimes

Sometimes it feels like I'm floating on air
Sometimes it feels like the weight of the world is on my chest 
Sometimes my mind is a blank canvas 
Sometimes It's full of thoughts 
Sometimes I feel like I'm surrounded by darkness
Sometimes I feel showered by light
Sometimes my future seems bright 
Sometimes it feels like I have no future at all
Sometimes I hurt myself
Sometimes I hurt others 
Sometimes I feel like I'm in love 
Sometimes I feel like I'm not loved at all 
Sometimes I feel important 
Sometimes I feel like I wont be remembered 
Sometimes I value my life 
Sometimes I think my life doesnt matter 
Sometimes I feel like I'm happy 
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a ball of depression 


Copyright © Dakota Cooper | Year Posted 2018


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Bong Bitty Bong Bitty Bong Bitty Bay

Bong bitty bong bitty bong bitty bay
You are the bottom thought for me every day.

Hong hitty hong hitty hong hitty hay
I am the top dog, and I simply don’t play.

Zong zitty zong zitty zong zitty zay
You’re a spectacular example of dirt within hay

Mong mitty mong mitty mong mitty may
If I know you’re going to be there, I’ll just stay away

Dong ditty dong ditty dong ditty day
Our friends no longer like you. They’ll hold you at bay.

Fong fitty fong fitty fong fitty fay
I won all of them in the divorce, so please go away, Ray.

Submitted to Nick Trim’s 8 Mile High Contest
June 19, 2018


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Here's Why My CV Needs Work

NAME: Phil Latio LLB (Law) PhD (Medicine) FSC (Federation Starfleet Commander)

AGE: Pass

SEX: Well, I was born a male if that helps!

CONTACT DETAILS: Probably best I contact you. I'm currently residing at an undisclosed location awaiting the findings of a Securities and Exchange Commission investigation.

NATIONALITY: I am a citizen of this world and beyond.

NATIVE LANGUAGE: Don't know any - is that gonna be a problem?

MARITAL STATUS: Fantastic! Couldn't be better. Well, pretty good...to be honest it needs attention...okay, it sucks...alright, I can't breathe - it's a total buzzkill. I go to bed at night hoping my spleen will rupture and I'll bleed out before I wake!

EDUCATION: Umm, I remember an abacus and my lunchbox.

FURTHER TRAINING: Yeah, went back to school and progressed to a calculator and a Battlestar Galactica cooler (for my beer) and blitzed it, completing 10th Grade graduating in the top 84% of my class.

RECENT WORK HISTORY: Too much to mention here.

LAST EMPLOYER: We had a sudden parting of the ways. At an informal business meeting it is alleged that I acted inappropriately. In my defence I do suffer from impaired hearing. What he actually said was to close the door and "hold my calls!".

PREFERRED HOURS: Lunch hour! Dinner Hour! Happy Hour!

SALARY: Due to the post-GFC hangover I'm willing to start as low as Meg Ryan's plastic surgeon's salary in my first year plus bribes (sorry, benefits). After that we can negotiate stock options, a bitchin' set of wheels, a Happy Hookers gold card membership and a generous bonus remuneration package commensurate with my flair and expertise!

MOST ADMIRED PERSON: I'm conflicted here. I'm torn between Hugh Hefner and Fabio. Actually, no I'm not - it's a no brainer. Hef may be old and his fun parts on life support but c'mon...he's Hef!

I AM CURRENTLY READING: A summons to appear before a Disciplinary Review Board. Don't know what that's about.

AMBITION: To get laid (like a lot - without having to beg). To hang with Hef in the Playboy Mansion...duh! To make enough money to wipe the smug superior smiles off the likes of Rupert Murdoch and Mark Zuckerberg and reduce them to bit players on my grand stage. Oh, and to dedicate myself in an orphanage doing God's work - not in Bangladesh or Africa, but like Vegas or Cabo!

ATTRIBUTES: I have more attributes than virgins at a Star Trek convention. I never do drugs at work. I never take credit for something I didn't do unless I want to screw some manipulative little grub over because he/she is a workplace cancer or because it's just the most fun you can have at work. Principles and loyalty mean everything to me, but not at the expense of career advancement and personal wealth creation. Also I'm always kind to widows and prostitues.

GREATEST ASSET: Probably my signed 1978 Cale Yarborough Nascar THIRST AID beer hat at Talledega - I've never been so shitfaced!

MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: A judge once told me (after avoiding a lengthy period of incarceration) that not since OJ had he seen a more glaring miscarriage of justice. He said he'd seen more sympathetic defendants at Nuremberg and that I should count my lucky stars. Apparently some iron clad witness failed to show. I was set up anyway!

DISLIKES: Eyewitnesses and whistleblowers!

LIKES: My hobbies include: drinking beer! Gambling (but not with my own money). Computer hacking and identity fraud. Drinking beer! Amputee porn (if it's done tastefully). Peeking through a high powered telescope (I'm talking Hubble here) adjacent to beaches, water parks, gyms, tanning salons, high rise apartment buildings. Drinking beer! I also have a social conscience and I am an enthusiastic donor of sperm and blood, although I am urgently advised that I should seek treatment for both my conditions before resuming deposits.

POLITICAL VIEWS: I am a staunch Marxist...Groucho that is! Screw the workers - greed is good!

ANY COMPULSIVE BEHAVIOURS OR ADDICTIONS: Not when I'm sober or clean.

MEDICAL CONDITIONS: Just a little Mad Cow - nothing to be concerned about. Also a few misdiagnosed issues with my neurotransmitters. For this I attend a court ordered short weekly burst of electroconvulsive therapy for my dribbling and mood swings. It seems to be working - haven't had a psychotic episode in almost a week.
                 
FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS:

Q: WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A JOB?
A: Unbridled power. No accountability. Unaudited expense accounts. Extravagant perks. Insider trading opportunities. Access to foreign bank accounts in non-extradition jurisdictions. 

Q: HAVE YOU EVER COMMITTED A SEX CRIME?
A: Only against myself!

Q: HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CONVICTED OF A CRIME?
A: Convicted...no!

Q: HAVE YOU EVER LIED IN A JOB INTERVIEW?
A: Okay, you got me. Once I told an interviewer that the long awaited Baz Luhrmann epic "Australia" was a triumph, a tour de force, a masterful cinematic experience void of all cliché and formula and cultural cringe! That it resisted the urge for banal storytelling, fatuous caricatures and stereotypical farce. Well Baz, it was an epic...an epic fail!

Q: HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
A: Which one? They're all quite manageable.

Q: WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
A: In the third year of my Caribbean vacation.

Q: WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
A: A busted condom at a family reunion. Just kidding, I don't use 'em!

Q: ANY SPECIAL SKILLS:
A: I see dead people!

Q: WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FAILING?
A: I care too much.
                  
GENERAL COMMENTS.

Not since Jim Jones and David Koresh has there been a more charismatic and devoted leader with a unique vision. You don't want your competitors headhunting me. I'm doing you a huge favour by giving you first crack at this once in a lifetime opportunity. Get in before the post-apocalyptic dawn. In conclusion, I hope you look upon my application with due and careful consideration and do the smart thing - HIRE ME!

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SIGN HERE: Aquarius 







Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2016


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Life:Real or taught


He wakes up,
He brushes his teeth,
Just because it is like that for years,
Not for a mouth neat .

Heads embedded in books,
He mugs up the scraps,
Just rot learning,
No practical mind.

He walks towards success,
Through the thorny struggle paths,
Avoiding the smart smooth route,
Cause thats what he is taught.

A dash of failure,
Makes him cry,
Taunts of folks around,
Refuse him to try.

Already in love,
His heart is retained,
But he cant go ahead,
It spoils the society's name.

He runs behind money,
Working as an ass,
Serving as an slave,
Treated as trash.

He lives the life,
The society wants him to,
His dreams dont matter,
But the madcaps do.

Continues the cycle,
Peddled by the guild,
Not his future,
But the society's he'll build.
                  - Kedar K


Copyright © Kedar kate | Year Posted 2018