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 Jan 2017 t
Terri Josephine
Sad Song
 Jan 2017 t
Terri Josephine
I miss the times when you were here telling me to have no fear, to hold my head up high and strong, add happy notes to my sad song.
I miss the way you looked at me as if I were too blind to see the path I was on might hurt and scathe
But all goes well if you just have faith.

I miss the sound of your voice through bitter times , a saving noise that told me what was right and wrong but rang in my ears for far too long.

A caring person that helped and hurt me so much..
You'd guide and mislead me through the day. You left me lonely when I'd rather you stay..

Over things like that you had no control. A rock set in motion will continue to roll..

Then one day you never returned. My tears were so hot they burned.
Aware now about what I lack, crying and mourning won't bring you back

For me to let out what I need to say, I can't do much more than pray
I no longer want to feel weak, my hearts been quite strong. I'm still adding a happy chorus to a sad, sad song.
 Jan 2017 t
avery
Empty Static
 Jan 2017 t
avery
When did being alive become synonymous with being dead?
If your body is filled with empty words and silent actions
then who are you to say that you are living?

Every day is like the last
it seems as if all the best ideas come from the past
I try to reach across the divide
but all I get is empty static moving through time.
I wrote this poem because our society seems to be so obsessed with dwindling life to its utter vapidness. At what point does being alive feel the same as being dead?
 Jan 2017 t
Pearson Bolt
generation
 Jan 2017 t
Pearson Bolt
i was raised
by the greatest
generation.
at least,
that's what we
were told.

we were raised
at your knee,
told stories
of the American
Dream. "work hard,"
you told us, "obey,
consume, and god
will provide
for your every need."

you neglected
to mention
you'd borrowed
our only home,
a loan
you've since
squandered.

like the parable
of old,
you buried
your talent
in the sand—
along with your head.
dormant, you twiddled
your thumbs,
ignored the warning
signs of sky-rocketing
carbon emissions.

when you die
alone
you'll leave
behind a footprint
larger than your
tiny mind
could fathom.
it will echo
in the hallways
of your vacant,
dilapidated mansions.

you stood upon
the shoulders
of gods and giants,
but you gave us
a globe
unbalanced,
off-axis.

now, like Atlas,
we're left to carry
your burdens.
this yoke is heavy
and we are slight.

there's
no future
now, thanks
to you.
only prophecies
of nuclear holocaust,
economic collapse,
and the inevitable
heat-death
of the universe.
 Jan 2017 t
lil j
garden
 Jan 2017 t
lil j
plant yourself like a tree in my chest, root into my bones until there's nothing left dividing us

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