I swear sometimes I am only depressed on cloudy days...today is sunny...this poem has nothing to do with either...does anyone actually get what I am trying to say...anyways...here's to you words.
Graduate perspective
Sown to contrast
As change
Better than
Trailers
Pitchforks
And rubbish
Magnolia pie
And Rhubarb vespers
Cackling to dawn
Pouring gasoline
Lighting charisma
Celibate as a monk
In the seventies
Loving Betty...
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Graduate perspective
Sown to contrast
As change
Better than
Trailers
Pitchforks
And rubbish
Magnolia pie
And Rhubarb vespers
Cackling to dawn
Pouring gasoline
Lighting charisma
Celibate as a monk
In the seventies
Loving Betty...
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abyssia:
I may not always get what you're trying to say, but I try. My responses are usually based on my initial reaction. I always appreciate the writing in itself, but no, I don't always get you. I wish I could say otherwise, but you asked and so, you get the truth. When I do think I get you, I am actually afraid to presume to say as much. I am intimidated by not only your writing, but the depth it points to. So why do I keep reading? Because that same depth draws me to.
madi:
Sorry, for being a bitch. I don't want to fight w/ you.
Water on Mars
Fragile like a firm hand shake
Gentle for willpower
Willing to be anything
Brighter than sunshine
Afraid of the dark
And suicide
Bleeding more then
Then usual
Pale faced smile
Lipless teeth
Teetering plainness
Unmentionably breathtaking
Victorian
In make-up
Perfect
By grey prose
Trouble
But beauty
A pine cone loving
Cactuses for warmth
Maybe blossoming flowers
Mostly overrated
Bleeding
Time capturing glue...
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madi:
Well thanks for being apathetic... 
abyssia:
It's like drinking butter-drenched rose petals.
I have fallen in love with a girl I will never see again...and kinda of feel like a bitch...I used to have proverbial balls...please god don't ever make me an eunuch....
blasfemme:
there is no cure.
I think life is jealous of metamorphasis....and me, the old days, yesteryear faded ignorance, when my heart was open, and my eyes holy....tell me wat you think of change...and love.
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blasfemme:
love is bonding, not binding.
blasfemme:
i am such a fucking hippie....
Gomorrah
So dont meditate
But I want to
Yes I am giving myself cancer
I bet we all are
But why die faster
I have no reason
I am bored
This fate is killing me
I am trapped
I am a sail to a nuclear reactor
At some point I was hope
Chuckling larceny is my triangle tonight
So elephants must walk on turtles
Knives...
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So dont meditate
But I want to
Yes I am giving myself cancer
I bet we all are
But why die faster
I have no reason
I am bored
This fate is killing me
I am trapped
I am a sail to a nuclear reactor
At some point I was hope
Chuckling larceny is my triangle tonight
So elephants must walk on turtles
Knives...
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madi:
It took me almost five minutes to find your name on my friend list. I'm snookerd. 
suburban_relapse:
Perhaps you could explain it to me one day. I don't know what it is, I love to read and I'll read pretty much anything you put in front of me, but edgar......man I judt don't get it.
My personal reality is pretty far out too. Especially on this subject.
My personal reality is pretty far out too. Especially on this subject.
Doobious distinction
Dangerously is a sonata
Gallantry, oh my lord
into the Pageantry
of Virtuous alabaster mastery
To genuflect with me
On the tangerine in my sun
Upon Majestic lean
The Sun dried merciful pristine
Crooning tap, tap, tap
Omnipotent with cotton tasting cherry
goose neck bent
skeletal dosing within merry naked lent
To hang out a willow leaf
Fancy, tripping lips over eyelids
Through...
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Dangerously is a sonata
Gallantry, oh my lord
into the Pageantry
of Virtuous alabaster mastery
To genuflect with me
On the tangerine in my sun
Upon Majestic lean
The Sun dried merciful pristine
Crooning tap, tap, tap
Omnipotent with cotton tasting cherry
goose neck bent
skeletal dosing within merry naked lent
To hang out a willow leaf
Fancy, tripping lips over eyelids
Through...
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ragdoll96923:
THERE"S A FROG ON MY TOED
yesh
yesh
ragdoll96923:
i have to scratch my crowtch.
whats to see in georgia?
redneck villages and ......
trees.
or the cities... where theres C ment trees and them there faggots.
ya dig?
do the charleston.
*dances*
whats to see in georgia?
redneck villages and ......
trees.
or the cities... where theres C ment trees and them there faggots.
ya dig?
do the charleston.
*dances*
gin
May they lie of the Canadian goose down
The bosom of my birthed head
A mothers arm and teat
White on walking pink
Of Wooded icicle worlds shielded
Blanketed by trespassing rabbits
Peter jealous of pine
Gnawed by inaction
The Pleistocene fantasy
Willing slaughter at midnight
To chandelier cutters
Void with hushed depression
Work, without play
Rapt rooms
Windows
Voices echoing frozen adjustments
Of...
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May they lie of the Canadian goose down
The bosom of my birthed head
A mothers arm and teat
White on walking pink
Of Wooded icicle worlds shielded
Blanketed by trespassing rabbits
Peter jealous of pine
Gnawed by inaction
The Pleistocene fantasy
Willing slaughter at midnight
To chandelier cutters
Void with hushed depression
Work, without play
Rapt rooms
Windows
Voices echoing frozen adjustments
Of...
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photomares:
exactly! 
But goddamnit I was in a crowded room, I was amongst every ghost, I was in my own hell, the epiphanies of ecstasy burnt white whispers, mirrors on the ceiling selling black murder rape, She stole from me children, I loved it like a fountain to a hydrogen vampire. I was happy in the sunlight from the windows above, my view overlooking a small terrace,...
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madi:
Happy valentines!!!!! 
il_brutto:
excuse me?
This here is another installment of getting to know some damn poets......
Go Down, Death
James Weldon Johnson
(A Funeral Sermon)
Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.
Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great,...
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Go Down, Death
James Weldon Johnson
(A Funeral Sermon)
Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.
Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great,...
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madi:
Cool... I'm just kidding. I never heard that one before. What are you doing tonight?
madi:
Ooo... a million thats alot I've never been to florida. I assume that where you mean. Heard it's fun.
I've never been to florida. I assume that where you mean. Heard it's fun.This poem is so great...I am posting regardless of what I feel now, or what context today signifies in terms of weekends, and fun....seriously anyone who likes poetry, and wants to read a GREAT AMERICAN poet...it doesn't get much better than Langston
Let America Be America Again
Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it...
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Let America Be America Again
Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it...
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d_day:
i've watched lots of mcqueen, but remember little. i'm into the great escape simply because it was a true story. everything that happened in the movie, happened in real life. the movie may have embellished or made things more dramatic, but it's the closest a movie can get to the real thing without being classed a documentary.
hellsforheroes:
apparently nobody like Langston.......
I spit this shit out day-in day-out...ten fold what gets to be read...who thinks I should do something with it.....if anyone...so yeah, I feel like a tongue depresser...this here piece is called, Langston Blues.
This maybe the last words uttered
I quit
Its okay
I dont even know myself
My father told me not to shit
Where I eat
Or
Piss in the cash register...
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This maybe the last words uttered
I quit
Its okay
I dont even know myself
My father told me not to shit
Where I eat
Or
Piss in the cash register...
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madi:
That wasn't me before. I never say "cool" My husband likes to read your writing too. White glue.... ? *yummy* Your posts really confuse me.
pekoe:
SO you do some writting too, Hellsforheros! I dig. I've not heard of Eve Alexandor, but I've put the name down on my list of those to read. Do you read your stuff anywhere? 
These were the first words of my mental renaissance, a year and a half ago...nothing great, just a beginning, kinda like Lake Itasca in Northen Minnesota...you can figure out what the lake becomes....
My rural country cowboy folk hero citified glorious remedy vigilante god blessed and forsaken definition of cool, with its wiggle walkin, strut stridin vision of American life breakin my heart, stealin my...
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My rural country cowboy folk hero citified glorious remedy vigilante god blessed and forsaken definition of cool, with its wiggle walkin, strut stridin vision of American life breakin my heart, stealin my...
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blasfemme:
*points and laughs*
you finger quoted, you finger quoted!!!!
*runs away quickly*
psssst, sorry i have been nearly non existent lately. i am still your biggest fan.
you finger quoted, you finger quoted!!!!
*runs away quickly*
psssst, sorry i have been nearly non existent lately. i am still your biggest fan.
madi:
I was drunk when I said that. So, what would it be? A pussy tease? Like I said I was drunk, and confused... still alittle confused....