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Aaron Bee Dec 2016
The frigid nights
Opens the mouth of the
World so wide you can
clearly see the stars
Shiny white and yellow teeth above
Snow covers the landscape around
me
Animal ***** stains
the ground around me
Dirt and rocks peek through

One lonely man
In tattered garbs
Walks in the mud
Each leg lifted (plops)
with every step.
His breath visible,
Red and blue is seen
in the distance.

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Cold colorado, with sharp aggressive trees
stabbing the skies
the forest is a prison, winter.
Pillows of snow falling,
tucking the people
into their warm fired homes.
Homeless lay awake
in a frozen reality,
the snow hides everything from
people , what you forget,
Is usually always forgotten
in the snow.
Something kind of narrative like. In need of feedback
aar505n Sep 2016
I miss my dancing days
Do you remember Him?
How He moved like it was the only way one should move
Eternal, He -

I could live forever in His fountain of youth
If the truth wasn't so clear
I could drown in His water instead

~

In the forest fall
I hide from all
So I can hear Him
The voice in the darkness -
The singing god
Whispering just enough
To unhinge me

I'd imagine the stars still shine
Darkly over you
The stars here are different
They look the same
But they're askew
Not quite aligned
like me and you

Not quite bright
Not quite right
On this quiet night
TinyATuin Jul 2016
i solve my problems by drinking tea

well i'm nearing my fifth cup
                                       kinda feeling like giving up
        but through burned tongue
    and too bitter earl grey
  i think i could just lay
here for a little bit longer.
Tea bag consumption in this household is outrageous, thanks to me.
Angie su Jul 2016
dyra darling, have you seen the rainbows over the meadow?

dyra darling, did you find the warm taste of milk near the farm field?

I havent, I havent

dyra darling, can you help me untie my emotions and put them in our closet?

I cant seem to pick up my self bleeding near our faucet.

I cant seem to find the milk and the rainbow,

I can only feel the sorrow of the storm near the meadow.

I can only feel the hurt that goes through the animals ready to die in the farm.

Dyra Darling, please leave me alone. Your presence suffocates my freedom.

Dyra Darling, please stop loving me, you will only be scarred for the rest of you life.

But dyra, you gave me happiness no one has ever given me.

yet dyra, after all this time I dont know why I stay.

I tell you i need space, in hoping i will see your face.

I tell you I cant speak, in hoping you would understand Im weak.

Dyra Darling, i hope you stay. your presence is worth more than a moment of freedom

Dyra Darling, I will run to the end of the rainbow just for you to see,

that no matter how broken I am,

I love you and I want you to stay right beside me.
Aaron Bee May 2016
The world is ill and I am not a doctor. Success is water soluble. You can mix it with alcohol and you can roll it with your ****. I want nothing to do with it. Greed is as green as the grass thats on the other-side. Poverty is camouflaged with bright smiles and happy families. Pain is merely an evolutionary adaptation wrapped up with a bow as common sense gifted to all who are born. Apparently Adam and Eve must've took a bite of an apple and lost some teeth to make them think they sinned.
Repression is the new depression. Nothing changed just my behavior .
Havent wrote in a long while.
john shai May 2016
Just like the flow of a thought
Our story coherently played out
Each event like an intention ought
To float on a wave of doubt

Crashing on the shore of memory
It was foamy and filled with greenery
And the birds did feed on its nutrition
And words written in the sand, destruction

Of very moments that were sweet
     Now washed clean as a sheet
I'm sorry
Sorry I'm ugly
Sorry I'm too loud
Sorry I am too tall
Sorry I snort when I laugh
Sorry I'm too skinny
Sorry I don't wear that much makeup
Sorry I'm too poor to replace broken shoes
Sorry I'm not everything you wanted me to be
Melanie Cordova Mar 2016
Its weird, when I feel my scars, I feel safe.
I love my scars no matter what!
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