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message 1: by C. J., Cool yet firm like ice (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4309 comments You have until the 11th of July to post a poem and from the 12th to around the 16th of July, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Shattered

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!

message 2: by Arun (last edited Jul 06, 2018 10:06AM) (new)

Arun Iyer (aruniyer) | 369 comments Yes, it is raining

shattered mirror shows
my pieces; together put
can see me now whole

message 3: by Samantha (new)

Samantha (sclough1836gmailcom) | 49 comments Shattered

It looks very pretty on the floor.
I see myself reflected in every shard
Countless me's decorated the carpet.
I reach to pick them up and cut myself.
Revenge now looks like red tinted ice.
I wonder if I should buy some glue tonight?
I'm on the floor staring back at me, as if wondering why I’m still clean.
All the duck tape in the world won’t fix this mess.
Still, it’s mine and that’s a fact.
Fine as it was, it’s still beautiful now.
I made the mess it belongs to me.
Should I kill the fallen me’s?

message 4: by Edward (new)

Edward Davies | 1727 comments Title : Shattered
Poet : Edward Davies

I haven’t had a wink of sleep
In weeks, in months, in years
The thought of further sleepless nights
Carries me close to tears

I need a little quiet peace
To gain those forty winks
I’m shattered from my wakefulness
Sometimes fatherhood stinks!

message 5: by Garrison (new)

Garrison Kelly (cybador) | 9618 comments POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Tristan Jealous
GENRE: Acoustic Rock Song
PROMPT CONFORMITY: The narrator's sanity is slowly shattering to pieces

Dr. Jealous, what has become of me?
Can you give me something to set me free?
A shot of horse to keep me cheery and bright?
A can of caffeine to keep me up all night?
Laziness and comfort, my two best friends
A friendship this close rarely ever ends
Can you scrape me out of my bed?
So I can meet my goals, keep my ego fed?

Dr. Jealous, I have something to prove
I need my fix to keep me on the move
I came to the protest with my cardboard sign
And a pocket of pills to make me feel fine
I can face the world one demon at a time
But all at once? That’s the steepest climb
Here comes the circus, here come the clowns
Not one safe space in this crumbling town

Dr. Jealous, do you think she likes me?
Is this dangerous risk even worth trying?
Pop a Xanax or two, maybe even three
Only then will she see the best of me
I sit in the park trying to remain calm
Another day’s dosage in my shaking palm
Maybe I should turn and walk away
Save my courage for yet another day

Tristan Jealous, I’m overzealous
I’m feeling a little bit rebellious
Call a medic, yes, I said it
My chart is in need of an edit
I cannot take this, I cannot fake it
I’m not sure if I can even make it
Doctor, doctor, help me out now
‘Cause I’m not ready to bow down

Dr. Jealous, I can’t reach the phone
I’m trapped in this white cell all alone
The nurses told me over and over again
That I’ll be free when eternity ends
Everyone here is blending together
Washed away like stormy weather
Dr. Jealous, I’m calling your name
Please tell them that I’m not to blame

message 6: by C. J., Cool yet firm like ice (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4309 comments Hi guys! Due to being busy at the moment I will put up the polls and new contest later tonight (hopefully 5 or 6 pm west coast time) so stay tuned!

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