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| Out-Of-This-World-Poetry |
| If I Were In Charge of This World The world would be an orchestra Every person would play his own instrument Each instrument different than the next Yet, everyone would be satisfied with their own special instrument There would be no conductor Conductors think they control eveything No, everyone would have to listen to the person next to him and around him To stay in rhythm Who cares what or who created you You don't need to waste time searching Just be happy to be in the band There are no qualifications for this choir No, it is open to all No one can get kicked out Because only a conductor could do that But there are no conductors so you see it now Equal flesh and blood working together To accomplish the song Once it all comes together The music will be more beautiful Than any human on this earth could fathom Yes...the world as an orchestra. -Justin Herdzina |
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| Shadows on Manhattan Wallpaper flick somber ashes on my mood. Then you come along and simply blow them away. -Natalie Byers |
| ESCAPE: Living in a world of black and white, i move toward the window to sneak into the gray area only to find the window is stuck. -Jeff Triebsch |
| My Fake Smile When I look at you and the race of emotions begin, just know that a spoonfull of distilled hatred is easier to swallow with sugar. . - Woody |
| I surround myself with imagination and fantasy. Actors playing characters directed by the people I envy. I want to create that perfectly controlled world and be one of those gifted few whose name appears in bold, white lettering at the conclusion of the film. -Scott Irish |
| daydreaming i wake to find my thoughts not in reality, but in a time where they will never be true. -sarah norman |
| it's just one of those days... i've gone and smeared my heart all over the walls and could care less about wiping it off. -ashely born |
| Happiness Fumbling around for instructions that are hidden only in my mind, I'm going crazy by myself--searching endlessly for an answer I don't even want to read. -Marlena Vogt |
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| Reconsidering Life I sit here with my legs dangling on the edge of despair. my world is turned upside down and with every bad turn of events. I inch closer to the fate I fear and fight so hard against. -Ben Meyers |
| Teardrop Alley....................... purgatory does exist, but it is not a fiery cloud suspended between extremes it's where blue collars are stained by black coal where hard mothers scrub the pain out of handed down jeans and children don't dream because they don't have the time and the ony rapture can be found inside an ancient book that describes worlds never seen by those in teardrop alley -jacob hackman |
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| The Hallway: a prison I must endure five minutes that seem an eternity as i collide with careless bodies and disregard brutal tongues. retreating into stalls only ruins my hpe for solace as I stare upon the destruction of my own identity through fallacious graffiti. the classroom-a home for my thoughts and a rest from intolerable ignorance. -sara lacy |
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