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Confessionsthere’s a lot I never told you

one. I have a habit of lying, about
the simple things (like, yes I
forgot to remember and I swear by
soul mates and I’m in love
with your susurrus voice
and no, I’m really doing fine).

It was not an act of infidelity because
I believed it, too.

two. I’m infatuated with the concept
that I am more or less fictional, the
delusive beauty a million men will
dedicate novels to: I am fragile,

a dust angel sent to save the world
from commonalities and
myself.

three. Since I’m not allowed
to remember your name

I will commemorate you
in acts of escapism,
killing off the pieces
oConfessions3 hours ago in Free Verse

A Love Lies WaitingEtched upon white silky bark,
veined in dancing leaves,
in fallen snow a melted heart
still beats amidst the trees.

Buried deep in summers passed,
wrapped in aspen glow,
a love lies waiting, holding fast,
yet only the forest knows.A Love Lies Waiting3 hours ago in Free Verse

DefinitionsLife: unfair
Humans: get over itDefinitions6 hours ago in Free Verse

PuppetA wish to keep it neat.
To keep your life within boundaries.
No surprises, no denying
That everything is yours to pick.

But when there's others, connected to your strings
You'll find that puppets don't come so easily.
What you take for granted, what you think you own
Might crumble and wither, when pulled to hard.

When at long last, you get tangled up
When the show becomes muddled
And the puppets start to struggle
You'll start to see that life ain't yours to grab

Then finally, the strings snap
And you fall back into the darkness
The puppets will be gone
Leaving you lost and all alone.Puppet40 minutes ago in Free Verse

deliverance and the furiesswallowing smoke as if every graceshuffling
gulp is of rosewater. i belong to you, lifting
my chin into a mountain range of pride; my
eyes as godhooded as stainedglass windows; my
shoulder blades clenching a band of steel
between them, stinging white as a staticshock

hiss (the jolt, of lightning of newness of
the gullible reception of skin). wandering the
hot splendid world, how could i not contribute

my timid turbulent spirit? how could i not tear
off a strip hunk morsel of overflowing audacious
breathmongering movement and attach it to your

medicinal mouth? and how could i not tug you into
the barrel of my arms, hold you slick andeliverance and the furies40 minutes ago in Free Verse

fuck youeven the worst people
have a mask
that makes them
appealing
to the eye,

(i'm so appalled.)

slowly but surely
i'm figuring
you out.

slowly but surely
i'm getting
to the point
when i'll call you
out on all your bullshit.fuck you1 hour ago in Free Verse

hearthof what is it we see in the stars?

half-life dreamcatchers that burn out all too soon,
tapestries of cosmic dot plots
orbiting horizontal eighths,

leaving fruitful harvests lonesome on prairie dunes,
forgotten seed in the wake of manifest destiny:

why leave the ground if we can't survive the fall?

in the moment you wake from songbird dreams
'til the snoozing moon tucks you in to slumber,
you belong to the earth.hearth2 hours ago in Free Verse

ceci n'est pas unei wanted the rains to pour for me
to wash away the insecurities upon this blackened soul;
but the sun burnt bright and all i thought was
first world problems.

i ran when i should've stayed and
stayed when i should've ran and
blamed the son for the daughter's plight:
lesson consider learnt.

you wouldn't ask because you knew
more than i did
how fickle my heart was; so i tugged
result of unrequited love

but you loved me. that's the realization
and i wanted the rains to pour to wash away
the acidity behind tears that see
truth for what it really is.ceci n'est pas une3 hours ago in Free Verse

.so far from my head
that it could only be in my head.5 hours ago in Free Verse

Dreamer ReduxThere are guitar picks in her hair.
There are notepads with her exercise schedules and
Frantic italic scrawls illustrating her hatred for calculus there,
All sprawled out on the sand
Somewhere.
There's the scent of champagne lip gloss.
There's a mountain of exempted traffic tickets,
Burning with the incense of collegiate rebellion and white sauce
Simmering on high.
But why?

If a subconscious could be beautiful,
Not a violent storm of error-full
Images; less technical,
Could we escape the inevitable
Rush to embrace reality
Steeped stiffly in monotony?

You're a dreamer;
Take me with you,
Driving as the streamers fall.
ConfetDreamer Redux5 hours ago in Free Verse

UntitledA young man might tell you
that the only evil in the world
is that bread is scarce
and men are hungry.

But I've seen a quiver
of a smile on a baker's face
as he draws a line between
those who have bread
and those who have not
and finds himself
firmly on one side.

Is that evil?
Perhaps we fear to call it so
because in that same twitch of a lip,
we see the terror of being
on the other side,
and duty to self and family,
and the scarcity of bread.

But I've seen, too, the insolent, toothy grin
of a thief full of bread,
hungry only for the flame
behind a wronged baker's eyes.

Is that evil?
Perhaps we grimace to call it so
because in that bitiUntitled33 minutes ago in Free Verse

The VeilI look into the mirror and see a face
It is not one I am familiar with, my heart races
Shadows and mist part and the reflection comes in paces
It is of a woman, but I am a man, she reaches out to me, her hand chases
After me as I run, but there is no escape, for I am hers, hands and hearts entwined in lacesThe Veil2 hours ago in Free Verse

Outcast.Just like the black girls in 08 you thought you belonged with the intellects.

Brown skin, and still not worthy of the wondrous ride nicknamed Lifetime.

Curious mind, and still not capable of enhancing the experience of the wild.

Sadness, depression, angst; they enjoy its presence.

Mental death, sorrow, breaking souls; they embrace.

You penetrate.

The death of all men will come for their spirits first, and leave nothing but a shell of their former glory.

Not soon before long the devil has come, and taken from them what you desire most.

And so, they are not of your kind.Outcast.3 hours ago in Free Verse

Every Man Bleeds The SameDon't care if it's 100 or 1,000.
Who's gonna keep your yard clean when you're rotting away?
You all will see your dying day.
It's clear as the dew on the grass in the month of May.

Are you gonna cry if they say something hurtful?
Just go into the store and fill your shirt full.
Cheer up kid,
your soul's black.
Worser than the most offensive sin.

Did you walk into the light?
Did you see your brother?
What about your mother?
I bet she apologized for sticking you with the wage maker.

Never be afraid.
Lets get hit.
By the senseless guilty feeling,
of slitting your wrist.
Long golden flowing mane.
Yes dear, every man bleeds the same.Every Man Bleeds The Same3 hours ago in Free Verse

Reversalshe drops a drop,

a smidgen,

of herself,

into the old well,

so incredibly willing to listen,

so cloaked,

in mysteries.

but then,

thinks,

No.

the drop travels back,

up through.

then she thinks,

oh no~,

leave it to f e s t e r ,

vines swarming into g o t
r w h ,

the drop turns a vivid green in her hand,

water begins to trail,

through air,

to her eye,

straight down to her heart,

as the well lies,

incapable,

devoid,

of dreams.Reversal4 hours ago in Free Verse

Moo!Moo!

Moo to the mooooon,
Moo like a typhooon.

Moo till it's noooon,
Moo even if it's not opportoooon.

Moo to that signature toooon,
Moo till the sound is atoooon.

Moo like that oil tycooon,
Moo like when he destroyed the fauna and broke our ballooon.

Moo since we're un Joooon,
Moo like the group that sings monsoon.

Moo that I become a cartooon,
Moo for your success that will come soooon.Moo!4 hours ago in Free Verse

NightNight is a violin.
The Moon has Night played beautifully.
Sometimes he plays it rough and speedy,
Much like the nighttime rain.
It smells sweet,
As if Night is making a barbecue.
Night feels cut and polished, like paper
Very smooth and precise.
Sometimes he is bigger to some,
A little like the outdoors.
But occasionally, he is smaller
And a little too loud,
Like a nightmare.Night5 hours ago in Free Verse

The Impossible Definition CopyrightThe Impossible Definition
Copyright © 2012 by Kenzie Rempel

Labels are not human,
Humans are not labels.
Stereotypes aren’t concrete,
Nor do they describe.
Defining all humans,
Is an impossibility.
No one is the same,
And each story is different.
One is not just male or female,
Masculine or feminine,
Nor right or wrong.
Accusations hurt,
Words kill.
Write not on another person,
For they cannot be defined.The Impossible Definition Copyright6 hours ago in Free Verse

Foggy Days and Limitless RiddlesWhy does patience have to be a virtue?
why is it one with which i stay so devoutly true?
i try to remember what had all happened
but then i remember how hard i tried to forget

the lump in my throat is more at home than ever
the headaches where here to stay from the start
so much and so how
as soon as there would be more to talk about
my pens all the sudden become vacated

guess i though lady luck would be a bit more kind
as soon as she helps you out enough,
she makes a point to smack you back down
i assume that to be a caring tendency of nature

what a great sense of humor
though it crosses my mind to frown
that perhaps nature and it's cruFoggy Days and Limitless Riddles6 hours ago in Free Verse

FailureI will say
That I have tried

I have been beaten
And I have resigned.Failure6 hours ago in Free Verse

The warThe war rages
We fight for god
Yet god fights for us
And we die
For something that is religion
It bids us badly
For everything is wrong
And yours is right
For what you believe
Takes you from us
I do not care
I do not divide
I help
Those who need me ask
And I tell
The war rages
And though we help
We also die for what's right
And those who help
Die heroes
But still die
And we fight because of our heroes
Who we find immortal
For they believed
And so do we
The war rages
And religion never helps
As nobody notices
For God and Zues do not appear
They are everlasting to everlasting
And yet we believe
Because the help
The glory of us
It depends on oThe war7 hours ago in Free Verse

Who is the real hero?Men march toward they’re doom,
It takes bravery to run at a mass of screaming solders,
Howling for you blood.
And sprint toward the cannons,
That belch smoke and,
With booms that rival thunder,
Take out twenty lives at a time.
It takes courage to march in the front lines.
But it takes even more bravery,
To march in front of those lines.
A large target, easy to hit.
To proudly prance forward,
Carrying one who commands the men behind.
Making you,
Even more of a target.
History and legends,
Tell us of the proud men who went to battle,
And fought,
Gloriously,
Like they’re ancestors,
Charging again and again until,
They fall,
Through over whelming numbers.
What history doesn't tell us,
Is of the one,
Who stuck beside the hero’s side throughout the hardships,
Was there every step of the way.
Supporting all of the weight.
Whose ancestors,
Pulled the plows that broke the earth,
And brought forward the wheat for bread.
Whose hooves make thunder of their own,
As they raceWho is the real hero?7 hours ago in Free Verse

I carry you.As I
wander
through the days,
I find myself
reminiscing.
Every touch, every
smile, every conversation... every
thought
I have of you... I carry
with me, everywhere I
go.
Your scent, your presence,
every glance
given
when you thought I was not looking... I
hold dear and
think
about how beautiful you
are to me.I carry you.6 hours ago in Free Verse

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