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"We're all too small to talk to god. Yes, we're all too smart to talk to god." -P!ATD (Behind the Sea)
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suddenly i'm told i need god.

through the smoke and stains on my shirt

and the thoughts i scrawled on paper,

they know i'm too much for

humans to handle.

but i never wanted to talk to god.

i like to make the first move,

but he never seems interested.

maybe he sees through me:

i'm not interested either.

he's another boy i lead along to drop at the foot of my bed.

he doesn't agree with the ways of my world.

and

suddenly i know i need a god

but i don't think he cares.

i am too smart to talk to god.

i am too small to believe i could if i wanted.

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"We're all too small to talk to god. Yes, we're all too smart to talk to god." -P!ATD (Behind the Sea)
Written by paintingflowers
suddenly i'm told i need god.

through the smoke and stains on my shirt
and the thoughts i scrawled on paper,
they know i'm too much for
humans to handle.
but i never wanted to talk to god.
i like to make the first move,
but he never seems interested.
maybe he sees through me:
i'm not interested either.
he's another boy i lead along to drop at the foot of my bed.
he doesn't agree with the ways of my world.

and
suddenly i know i need a god
but i don't think he cares.
i am too smart to talk to god.
i am too small to believe i could if i wanted.
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when we were together

i knew how to want.

i knew how to be wanted.

and now i am more confused than ever.

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when we were together
i knew how to want.
i knew how to be wanted.

and now i am more confused than ever.
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why do you make me a bird with broken wings?

i know what it feels like to fly,

i know how to soar from tree to mountain top,

but you suck the wind from beneath my wings and i fall.

i am:

a lost hope of an eagle

a pesty, childlike crow with a hankering for evil

a full grown bluebird that still can't crack it's shell.

iam impatient as i sink further.

clawing and cawing

at the vines as i fall through,

you watch me with your hawk eyes.

i can see you smile as i glide by.

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why do you make me a bird with broken wings?
i know what it feels like to fly,
i know how to soar from tree to mountain top,
but you suck the wind from beneath my wings and i fall.
i am:
a lost hope of an eagle
a pesty, childlike crow with a hankering for evil
a full grown bluebird that still can't crack it's shell.
iam impatient as i sink further.
clawing and cawing
at the vines as i fall through,

you watch me with your hawk eyes.
i can see you smile as i glide by.
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(i like my apples peeled)

she had the prettiest eyes.

blue. green. golden shimmers in the sun.

so i held her face in one of my hands

and took them out one by one.

her mouth was loud-

the screams and cries hurt my ears.

so i showed her the lovely pain of

hearing through sheers.

she made a mess.

red water everywhere,

and she refused to clean it up

so i made a mop with her hair.

cursing and crying,

she was bitter, cruel and mean

i decided she must have gone rotten

so i cut her heart out clean.

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I'm giving away $500.00 cash to the most unique entry.. Happy Holidays and Good Luck
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(i like my apples peeled)
she had the prettiest eyes.
blue. green. golden shimmers in the sun.
so i held her face in one of my hands
and took them out one by one.
her mouth was loud-
the screams and cries hurt my ears.
so i showed her the lovely pain of
hearing through sheers.
she made a mess.
red water everywhere,
and she refused to clean it up
so i made a mop with her hair.
cursing and crying,
she was bitter, cruel and mean
i decided she must have gone rotten
so i cut her heart out clean.
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Give me, please: a micropoem consisting of 10 words, starting with the word "one," and ending with the word "ten." TAG me as well, if you wish! #onetoten
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jump

one.

jittery.

three.

unquiet.

seven.

mindless.

eight.

paralyzed.

nine.

ten.

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Give me, please: a micropoem consisting of 10 words, starting with the word "one," and ending with the word "ten." TAG me as well, if you wish! #onetoten
Written by paintingflowers in portal Micropoetry
jump
one.
jittery.
three.
unquiet.
seven.
mindless.
eight.
paralyzed.
nine.

ten.
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super-unknown

some ask what really lies

somewhere between the lines

is the soundscape silent

is it saturn that shines?

could i still touch your lips?

could you hear your name said?

some may have the answers

but we never tell. instead:

we leave you guessing about our home

a place down deep under

the 'super-unknown'

where you can crack and blunder

sometimes i play there

i sit and i stir

question men who live by prayer

console in those who's words slur

we dream of dead clowns

and poison fruit salads

in churches and white towns

we throw pebbles in malice

i'll pretend to care

they'll whine the unfair

and soon enough sirens blare

for the next war we have prepared.

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Written by paintingflowers
super-unknown
some ask what really lies
somewhere between the lines
is the soundscape silent
is it saturn that shines?
could i still touch your lips?
could you hear your name said?
some may have the answers
but we never tell. instead:
we leave you guessing about our home
a place down deep under
the 'super-unknown'
where you can crack and blunder
sometimes i play there
i sit and i stir
question men who live by prayer
console in those who's words slur
we dream of dead clowns
and poison fruit salads
in churches and white towns
we throw pebbles in malice
i'll pretend to care
they'll whine the unfair
and soon enough sirens blare
for the next war we have prepared.



#adventure  #poetry  #philosophy 
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Written by paintingflowers in portal Poetry & Free Verse

somber solitude, a sequel to the surreal

on rainy days i can paint pictures on the foggy windows;

cats with arched backs, men with dewy eyes.

i can create a world where they know me,

where i can live and breathe without hiding in lies.

on sunny days everyone calls me names,

medicated titles and medication prone.

their words like hands tight on my throat

in school, at work, at home.

i cannot get release.

he never wanted to give me love, but only touch and kiss and receive.

i spiral down in my blasted plane

spraying smoke and gas we shouldnʼt breathe.

but on foggy days i can remember his face:

he left here a hole, a blunt and a rose.

half broken and still bleeding i carry myself silently;

singing and sobbing dancing on tip toes.

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Written by paintingflowers in portal Poetry & Free Verse
somber solitude, a sequel to the surreal
on rainy days i can paint pictures on the foggy windows;
cats with arched backs, men with dewy eyes.
i can create a world where they know me,
where i can live and breathe without hiding in lies.

on sunny days everyone calls me names,
medicated titles and medication prone.
their words like hands tight on my throat
in school, at work, at home.

i cannot get release.
he never wanted to give me love, but only touch and kiss and receive.
i spiral down in my blasted plane
spraying smoke and gas we shouldnʼt breathe.

but on foggy days i can remember his face:
he left here a hole, a blunt and a rose.
half broken and still bleeding i carry myself silently;
singing and sobbing dancing on tip toes.
#romance  #poetry  #love 
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HELLO FELLOW PROSERS!

Hey everyone! I have been feeling very disconnected from the Prose. Environment lately! Having been here for so long, I havenʼt had the chance to get to know a lot of the newer Prosers. Iʼd love to get to know some of you; comment something about yourself, a fun fact or a greeting, and I'll check out your writing and give you a follow! Thanks guys, canʼt wait to hear from you.

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HELLO FELLOW PROSERS!
Hey everyone! I have been feeling very disconnected from the Prose. Environment lately! Having been here for so long, I havenʼt had the chance to get to know a lot of the newer Prosers. Iʼd love to get to know some of you; comment something about yourself, a fun fact or a greeting, and I'll check out your writing and give you a follow! Thanks guys, canʼt wait to hear from you.
#narrative  #hello  #greetings 
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Use "Just another face" somewhere in your poem or story, OR use it as the main idea for the plot of it. I can't wait to see what y'all come up with!! Good Luck and have fun!!
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Sally Oh

she had madness in her mind

and bullets on her breath.

taking every moment passing by as

a second closer to death.

the cracks begged to be crusted over

in her crazy, corrupt brain:

she itched and traced her tired veins

washing them with rotten rain.

to people on the street she was

just another girl, just another face

but they all felt the same to her

just a different mob, just a different place.

she was never at home

she was never at rest

is life really worth

all of my best?

she wondered helplessly

why she couldnʼt make tears

she waited every moment until

finally she could disappear.

and the cold sun set on her spare day

the smile on her corpse gave it all away.

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Use "Just another face" somewhere in your poem or story, OR use it as the main idea for the plot of it. I can't wait to see what y'all come up with!! Good Luck and have fun!!
Written by paintingflowers
Sally Oh
she had madness in her mind
and bullets on her breath.
taking every moment passing by as
a second closer to death.
the cracks begged to be crusted over
in her crazy, corrupt brain:
she itched and traced her tired veins
washing them with rotten rain.
to people on the street she was
just another girl, just another face
but they all felt the same to her
just a different mob, just a different place.
she was never at home
she was never at rest
is life really worth
all of my best?
she wondered helplessly
why she couldnʼt make tears
she waited every moment until
finally she could disappear.
and the cold sun set on her spare day
the smile on her corpse gave it all away.
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Written by paintingflowers in portal Poetry & Free Verse

grey stars, grey skies, grey mornings and grey nights

i told them it was grey.

the soap in the shower,

the comforter on my bed,

the look in his eyes:

grey, grey, grey.

they said:

the soap would be white again

with a little more use:

you scrub and it swipes away

your love and pride.

and that old comforter

can be colorful again,

as it can be washed and dried.

but his eyes- they'll always be grey.

i said no.

his eyes are green.

within them are the emeralds

that whisper sins and secrets,

the pins and codes i use

to unlock his heart.

because the way he looks at me is foreign and simple,

but a pure work of art.

and i know in my heart his eyes are green

but i see only grey.

and he sees the same as me

much to my dismay.

so together we tell them what we see:

grey, grey, grey.

they say we'll get better, well won't we?

if we can find our way.

together or not our paths are steep-

you can always rely on fate.

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Written by paintingflowers in portal Poetry & Free Verse
grey stars, grey skies, grey mornings and grey nights
i told them it was grey.
the soap in the shower,
the comforter on my bed,
the look in his eyes:
grey, grey, grey.

they said:
the soap would be white again
with a little more use:
you scrub and it swipes away
your love and pride.
and that old comforter
can be colorful again,
as it can be washed and dried.

but his eyes- they'll always be grey.
i said no.

his eyes are green.
within them are the emeralds
that whisper sins and secrets,
the pins and codes i use
to unlock his heart.
because the way he looks at me is foreign and simple,
but a pure work of art.
and i know in my heart his eyes are green
but i see only grey.
and he sees the same as me
much to my dismay.
so together we tell them what we see:
grey, grey, grey.
they say we'll get better, well won't we?
if we can find our way.
together or not our paths are steep-
you can always rely on fate.
#romance  #poetry 
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