Fingers of sunlight
Paint shadows
Genre: Philosophical.
Fingers of sunlight
Paint shadows
On forest floor leaves
Coloured by the seasons T
hat set them float free
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Can you blame me for wanting shiny things?
Down here where the only light burns,
licks against the slime of old walls?
Where the back of my throat is scorched
by the fire I spit to keep you from here?
Flickering, inconstant light—no, friend,
I haven’t stolen the stars for their power
Genre: Nerdy, Persona/Personality
Bowser Complex
by Mica Scotti Kole
Can you blame me for wanting shiny things?
Down here where the only light burns,
licks against the slime of old walls?
Where the back of my throat is scorched
by the fire I spit to keep you from here?
Flickering, inconstant light—no, friend,
I haven’t stolen the stars for their power
despite what the mushrooms have told you.
I crave them, that enduring glow, I have tried
my best, to hide them from you, but it is no use.
Even down here where walking the floors
means you might fall through, where falling
means another notch off a life,
you return, with your funny hats,
again and again, and you find them. So this time,
I’m going to sit and wait for you at the end,
keep them all in one place, see how far you get then.
And while I wait, I’ll follow the sparks of blue torches,
flickers of light on my first-stolen star,
darting among the slow-moving others
that spin with their soft points to watch her—
captive again, she is tired of calling your name.
Dancing in the kitchen, behind the stained glass,
she bakes a cake for me, lets me place the cherry
at the end, lights the candles
with her brilliance, and when you finally knock on my door
she is righting a too-big self-portrait of mine
hanging crooked from a pipe
on the wall.
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Love is just a four-letter word
Like long, or like, or wish, or hope,
Yet, though it may seem quite absurd,
It encircles the heart with silken rope,
And makes each day seem bright and new,
With myriad wonderful things to do.
Genre: Romance, Relationship, Humor
A Four-Letter Word
by Caro Ness
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Baby O dynamite
mistress of the Star fish
swimming in my ears
where often a Wo/Man remains alone
Genre: Life
FRONT¨ DOORS
by Daniel de Cullá
Baby O dynamite
mistress of the Star fish
swimming in my ears
where often a Wo/Man remains alone
long to listen
Doors singing my business daily
dead as a door nail
into all this Channel
O.O. % Ecstasy. No¡
showing me a door opening by itself
at the End of lives forgotten
when Sun is a dog cart
botted with gay dogs
of the dooms day
sit and dreaming
of the floor of our
nothingness sentencing:
“Baker’s dozen talk
19 to the dozen”.
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Let me be your rag doll.
Drop me where you may.
Place me on your pillow when you leave for the day.
Genre: Rhyme, Relationship
Rag Doll
by Linda Ward
Let me be your rag doll.
Drop me where you may.
Place me on your pillow when you leave for the day.
Tear my shoulder from loving me,
and fix me when you find the time.
Leave me in the toy box,
when you need some peace of mind.
Let me be your comfort,
when the world has beat you down.
Take me for granted,
knowing that I will always be around.
Trim my hair the way you like,
even though it doesn’t grow.
Then undress me late at night
No one will ever know.
Let me be the tattered toy,
you live your secrets through.
Then throw me in the corner,
and swear I never loved you.
But keep me with you forever,
when you’ve thrown all your other toys away.
Cherish ALL the stains that
can never be washed away.
I kn.ow I am just a rag doll!
But, some one has to be!
Sometimes the greatest gift in life.
Is the the one that comes for free
(Definition of a rag doll,
A limp, ineffectual person, as in You won’t get a decision from her; she’s a rag doll when it comes to making up her mind. This expression transfers the limpness of a soft doll made from scraps of cloth to human behavior
Second def.
v. in American Football, an engagement between a defensive linemen and offensive lineman where the defensive linemen tosses the (typically 320 lb.) offensive lineman away like a rag doll, usually with ensuing similar deleterious actions imparted to the ball carrier. It would be the reciprocal of a pancake, where the offensive lineman drills the defensive lineman backwards into the ground and then lands on top of him.
Urban def:
To be forcefully grabbed and shaken with such ferocity that the recipient resembles a ragdoll
Literal def:
n.
A stuffed cloth doll, traditionally made from leftover scraps of material.
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Hey you, you’re acting a little weird.
You know you’ve got Mary Jane at the palm of your hands?
Controlling you so.
But You’ve got a certain smile that I haven’t witnessed in awhile.
Mind you if I try your smiley plant?
Genre: Peer Pressure and Curiosity.
Smiley Plant
by Sharky
Hey you, you’re acting a little weird.
You know you’ve got Mary Jane at the palm of your hands?
Controlling you so.
But You’ve got a certain smile that I haven’t witnessed in awhile.
Mind you if I try your smiley plant?
I’ve heard her be called a blanket.
Is it like a cocoon?
Protecting you while you become stronger?
How do you get out of it
and when do you know you’re ready.
I’ve seen people never drag themselves out of that land.
That tell me of the magical land while you’re on it.
It’s like a ticket to a land of bliss.
But I guess that’s why some people hate it.
Some people hate feeling truly happy.
I’m forgetting little details
I’m forgetting more than I feel like I should.
Why does it not seem important to remember that person’s name?
The pain in my heart
The emptiness that feels like it’s crawling, tearing, coming out of me
Ripping me apart.
It feels less brutal like this.
Hey, you’re acting a little weird.
You’ve got a smile I have witnessed in a while now.
Can I try some of that smiley stuff?
Does she make you feel like you’re being whisked away?
Does she feel like it’s protecting you from the past and present.
Do you feel like it’s torturing your future?
Cracking the whips at all of your plans
Making you alter the course of your steps.
Do you ever regret taking that first little blow
or do you regret the actions following it?
Hey Mary Jane, you know you’ve ruined my life?
Taking that first little puff, taking that first blow
Altered all my future sayings.
Hey you, you’re acting a little weird.
You know you’ve got Mary Jane at the palm of your hands?
Controlling you so
But You’ve got a certain smile that I haven’t witnessed in awhile.
Mind you if I try your smiley plant?
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A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.
Genre: Rhyme, Romance, Love
RAGING BATTLES
by Saloni Verma
A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.
The world was such an empty place before,
Then came her prince-on-the-white-horse to the fore,
They shared a bond that could last forevermore
The world wasn’t so empty anymore.
He was a soldier of the state,
Serving the country was his fate,
He loved his girl and his nation,
He was his country’s true citizen.
They walked the lush gardens hand-in-hand,
They scoured for shells in the golden sand,
They ran gleefully in the rain,
They were not aware of the upcoming pain.
One day, he got called for his duty,
He was called to serve at the front;
They were taught to show no pity,
The enemy had to face the brunt.
The girl was left alone to ponder,
The state of her lover she often wondered;
She passed her days lying in wait,
She couldn’t leave everything in the hands of fate.
She heard the radio day and night,
Heard the horrific results of the fight;
They often recounted the names of the dead,
With worry did her forehead always sweat.
He called one day, “How are you, my love?”
“Lying in your wait”, she only sobbed.
He told her of his friends’ death,
She only said that she was sitting with awaited breath.
He recounted the booms of the guns, the missiles, the bodies,
He told her how they had to live as a quarry;
He said he was proud to fight,
He said he was content he was right.
Though the barrels made him shiver,
He had always the strength-filled quiver.
She longed to see him day & night,
She heard from them one twilight,
He had been martyred by the enemy’s cannon,
“He was our bravest soldier”, said the Captain.
Her heart burst with paramount grief,
Battles raged in her heart as on the streets;
“How ironical”, she thought grimly of her loss,
That it should come at a time after their country had won.
She walked then between the gunpowder and debris,
She now only felt the thorns of the roses, on her feet;
Come and see the blood in the streets, her heart cried
Come and see the blood in the streets!
Come and see the
blood in the streets!!
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He tries so hard to grab his red rattle
Staring intently as his hands reach out
One day soon he will win this next battle
Previous victories leave me no doubt
Genre: Rhyme, Family, People
His Red Rattle
by Chris Biscuiti
He tries so hard to grab his red rattle
Staring intently as his hands reach out
One day soon he will win this next battle
Previous victories leave me no doubt
He might not be able to smash his cake
But he’ll definitely love the flavor
With all he’s accomplished make no mistake
It’s been a year we will truly savor
He’ll have birthdays where he blows out candles
and unwraps all of his shiny new toys
One of these years he’ll easily handle
all the goodies given to birthday boys
This year we get the best gift there can be:
Six months without spasms and seizure free
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Do you embrace the place
where the trees grow untamed?
Genre: Inspirational
Poetry
by Derek Ray
Do you embrace the place
where the trees grow untamed?
They seem to know
what we want to hide;
the simple oneness that exists
between you and I.
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The nights were warm
And the wind howled quietly
In his head there was a storm
It crept up slowly but violently
Genre: Dark, Horror
Disappeared
by Ravjit Singh
The nights were warm
And the wind howled quietly
In his head there was a storm
It crept up slowly but violently
He went from smiles in the morning
To tears and anger in the night
One moment he felt as if he was soaring
Then his own heart he would fight
Full of light while the sun was out
Clouded with darkness when he saw the moon
Like his emotions were wandering about
Lost and ready to collapse soon
Tonight the moon was full
And the darkness was heavy
He would fight and pull
Until death asked if he was ready
He refused to cry
But the light wouldn’t appear
Made this his last goodbye
And finally he would disappear
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