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Published on 14th August 2014 1:22am
Written by PoetSpeak
I work in outside sales
And it really doesn't matter
What I sell
What matters is
That you buy from me
Is that understood ?
I don't want to have to
send my boys to see you
Now, credit card number please ...
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Published on 14th August 2014 1:13am
Written by kateA seekingkate
Where’ve you been? I said be back by midnight."
It’s 8am.
"The car broke down…"
"Come off it. What sort of story is that?"
"AN HONEST ONE. LOOK!"
I point to mud splatters all over my dress.
He looks at me in disbelief; shakes his head.
"That’s it… you’re grounded."
I look at him with contempt.
"Who the hell do you think you are you? You’re grounding me? Bullshit!"
I walk away. In my room I flop on the bed. I’m so tired from pushing...
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Published on 14th August 2014 00:26am
Written by vortexman
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Sorry he told me he was 1/2 angel indeed.
Bound for Heaven sure as the pearls of light
aglow upon the tranquil sea.  
He dared me to threaten him with Gabe an
old friend of friend of mine.  A shinny blazing
trumpet.  For that one day making the dead arise.
None the less I was chosen as a word smith catalyst.  To fight a War that has waged for thousands upon countless eons.  Due to my skill set and craft.
Communicating with the higher hierarchy of divinity....
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Published on 13th August 2014 6:41pm
Written by Imperfect Fallen_Angel_194
Keep Breathing.. Mom Don't You Dare give Up..I cannot Lose You Too. Don't You Dare Give up On Me..No,Not Now. I Need You More Than You Think. I Can't Lose you Mom...I Need You To Keep Fighting For Me..And If You Get Tired..Of Fighting...Then I Understand..You'll Always Be With Me..And I'll Always Be With You..But Mom,Keep Breathing..Just For a Little While Longer...I Honestly Can't Live Without You Mom..I Won'g Be able To Ramble On To Anyone Else.. Mom I Understand If You Get Tired And You Want To Give In..You Can If You Want..
Keep Fighting And Stay Strong.
Love Always,
Angel.
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Published on 13th August 2014 6:18pm
Written by Atakti
I face the low swells and try to breathe air, not the saltwater bubbling in my snorkel. I push against the waves and am mindful that the sea can push back harder. I face it, and in a few heartbeats am one with the krill, small and helpless in the vastness, ultimately sucked in and swallowed without a blink.
After a few dozen strokes, I turn and fly — the sea lifts me. Through the mask, I see the sand and rocks below, moving at a pace known by sea gods and my spirit soars.
Once I get closer to shore, I turn again. Back out towards the chopping and slapping, I...
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Published on 13th August 2014 5:48pm
Written by Prachi Wahi prachi
I pity the literate, grown up, adult-to-be boys studying in academic institutions and adopting the ways of the world of men by learning and experimenting modes of harassment and crossing THAT line for FUN upon the basic source of knowledge and learning, inhabiting a feminine body in a workplace of education!
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Published on 13th August 2014 7:50am
Written by julia sucks morphineLace
AN: This is very old. really old feelings that i found in an old google doc. they are no longer relevant or true. i just liked the words and expression.
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oh my god
oh my god im so in love with her
oh my god
her hands
the feel of her hands
the cold skin of her hands
the skinny fingers that SO LUSTFULLY AND LONGINGLY ENCASE MINE, YET ONLY TEMPORARILY AS IF ITS FORBIDDEN OR SOMETHING, AND IN MY MIND, I DON’T WANT TO BE, BUT MY SOCIAL BOUNDARIES LOCK ME INTO HORRIBLE CONFINEMENTS.
THEY REACH OUT TO FIND MINE AND ITS NOT LIKE WE FUNCTION TOGETHER...
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Published on 13th August 2014 6:21am
Written by nefertumhusiashayheh husiashayheh
One period of poetry done until next time within my era. Much love to all artists striving to be complete in all arts to include literary arts in the English mindset, I'm with you a hundred percent in my realm of thoughts. Poetry is pretty easy for me to express into through the language called English, yet i am moving on to one of my finer loves which are plays. All types of plays i just love writing plays cause i can feel the voices when writing the scripts. Art is art and i'm not in this for a race or impressions, yet as a business showing previews of my art to include a student of the All...
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Published on 13th August 2014 2:44am
Written by Fallen Angel ricky2254
I wonder if the sickness we call insanity is as simple to understand as we make it out to be. I mean we have people to tell us were crazy so they can make money. I don't take medications but I've been told to go talk to a shrink or there's a medicine for that or there's a treatment maybe we're not the victims of others maybe just ourselves the others don't count unless we count them. Sometimes we call it strange or uncaring or cold hearted Idk maybe it's just a realization of something I haven't figured out maybe I'm all wrong and my rant is a jumble of nothing and garbage I'd love to think...
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Published on 12th August 2014 8:05pm
Written by Spitz cmspitz
Some people think poets are these really edgy, daddy hating, suicidal people that are either women or pussy men. Are we? Not all of us. Was I edgy at one point? Kinda, but now I'm experimental and angry. Everyone is angry at something. I'm mad at people, hence why I believe the world should be covered in a radioactive blanket. Maybe you're mad at capitalism or liberals or conservatives or communism or men or women or culture. Am I a pussy? Yes, you are what you eat. However, also that makes me a tofu. My point is, a poet can be anyone. All they have to do is put their thoughts, feeling,...
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DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Diary Entries, Letters and Articles

Published on 12th August 2014 5:24am
Written by Pishashee
Where are all the    
heartfelt people,    
otherwise known as Poets.    
   
   
Let me tell you - some day,
    
 
              some sweet day.
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Published on 12th August 2014 1:38am
Written by Imperfect Fallen_Angel_194
Dear Anonymous...
First Thing I Want You To Know,Is I Love You More Than Life Its Self.
I'll Miss You So Much..I Don't Like Seeing You Cry,So Don't..Especially Because Of Me.. It Kills Me...Literally Kills Me To Leave. But You Cannot Stay With Me And Have a Good Life..I'm a Burnden To You.. In Order To You Have a Good Life You Need To Leave me Behind Okay?
(Sigh) I'll Miss You More Than Life Itself..
And I Love You More.
Love,Always,
Angel.
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Published on 11th August 2014 8:15pm
Written by TheFallenAngelist
So many memories, such a big past. Where does it all begin; where does it end and where does it all collide?
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Published on 11th August 2014 4:57pm
Written by DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn dkzksaxxas_DanielX
*(another in the series: "Great Communiques of Paradoxymoronic
                                Preponderance"
                                   by: dkzk  )
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"glad ye enjoyed it.......& sorry that I cannot be more helpful in understanding poems.   After so many decades of straining to 'understand' things, ideas, other people, our collective madness & denial, this 'craving' to 'make sense' of any'fckn'thing seems just an over-rated pain in the head, leading to too much unnecessary...
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Published on 11th August 2014 1:19am
Written by Ben. Benji
Why the fuck don't you understand "leave me alone". You psycho stalking motherfucker. You threatened to skin my cat and nail it to my mailbox, you carry my child and kill it without even bothering to tell me, you fucking use that against me as you fuck three other people. You say you miss me and that only I can feel the hole in your heart, yet only feel that way when I fill another three of your holes. You fucking whore slut. Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone.
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Published on 10th August 2014 10:20am
Written by Pishashee
If he couldn't have me nobody would.  He said he should kill me, as the knife dug harder and harder against my neck.  And that was just for speaking.  I didn't breathe for four hours as the proverbial mockery ensued.  We stood, we sat, we stood some more; there was a lot of hair pulling.  Lots of calling me pretty.  Lots of wishing for blood.  Lots of seconds of silence.  We stood there like that, him having had his own neck gashed open just a few years before in some Georgia bar; more than a hundred stitches with last rights read – more than once I might add.   The man that cut his gullet –...
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Published on 10th August 2014 8:19am
Written by emeraldia LUUH19
She would like the world to be an exuberant place with people who love to love, with things that doesn't matter but with a race of people with just love and optimism in their heart and mind.
She would like to live in a world where irrelevant things doesn't matter but how you are careless in love with the world and how you can be a caretaker for anyone who needs it without a flinch if doubt of what your going to do. Your way of oblivion love is the way that the love would grow and that's what she wants to see.
This is the the world she WANT to live in, with everything and...
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Published on 10th August 2014 6:42am
Written by vortexman
This compendium of doubtful proliferation.  Came to pass
with such convective distinction.  In hallowing years of those bureaucratic presentations.
Abrupt judgement had befell..  The feeble
tarnished and war-lorn courts!!
For this smoking gun of symbolic atrophy.
Would be etched into the public's mind
and finale of justifiable reports!
The Advocate of truthful tableau's granted the passage so rightful.  For
his authority was so justifiable and true!  Wavering verdict at this court of
such weakened and corrupt disgrace!
It no longer...
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Published on 10th August 2014 2:57am
Written by Emilio EliCid
A clue about me.. My persistence shows in forms, one which manifests retaliation. You can use this against me in a sense of distraction.. Simply feed my attention irrelevance. Thus, metaphorically, I'll butcher the mind poison and cast my carnage in contesting comments and statements. Ebb and Flow of rotten energy, don't feed me, Let me be myself.. - AtR
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Published on 9th August 2014 7:20pm
Written by NavianaRose
I’ve been living in this mist. This achromatic atmosphere. An environment with no darkness and no light. I am unaware of what these feelings are that I possess. The dread of sunlight, the comfort of rain and night. Love is this thing I don’t understand. It seems as though it is merely an object, an object that kind of just floats around my mind. It seems as though it can never become a part of me, but rather just surround outside of me. I can observe it, I can see it happening, but I’m not sure I can feel it. It’s this idea that exists like the idea of God. I revel in this monotone lifestyle....
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