November Lies

November Lies

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"November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year." ---Louisa May Alcott November mornings are rather gloomy. They don't have a Christmas, an Easter, nor Halloween. Nights on November are dull and pedantic, involving nothing but bare landscapes. Novembers are rather unwanted, -quick to arrive even quicker to leave, before the icy frost hits. Everyone wants a certain 'November' gone, for the new year to approach faster. This is November's Rebellion. A series of poems a certain cynical November writes, to disseminate his disdain regarding the world and the lies surrounding it. All the other months, are welcome to revel in November's greatness. .... "No, December, I am not jealous of you featuring in a Taylor Swift song!" "January, we already had this conversation! I ain't stealing your head of house position! I just like writing poetry---" "You're a lie, April--not 'your lie in April'. C'mon you're the joke of the year, get it? April's fool?" "L'amour, dear July---" "October's a sweetheart, I don't know which idiot decided to put up a scare fest in him. He runs crying to the bathroom, every Halloween‐--oh, it was a secret." P.S: it's just a bunch of depressing, sardonic poetry, that a pessimistic November writes every month---SHHH! He claims he only writes on November morns! ( Lie spotted! ) Note: Written for contest purposes.
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There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be held. Sit down in this circle. Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you. At night, your beloved wanders. Don't accept consolations. Close your mouth against food. Taste the food. You moan, "She left me." "He left me." Twenty more will come. Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence. Flow down and down in always widening rings of being. There's a strange frenzy in my head, of birds, flying, each particle circulating on its own. Is the one I love everywhere? Drunks fear the police, but the police are drunk too. People in this town love them both like different chess pieces. ----------------------------------- All things that we hide in our hearts eat us alive. This book is - full of emotions, love, care and agitation. Well, you need to read this to know what's in. Moreover, It consists of quotes, snippets, poems, bits of advice...Ummm simply deep and random stuff. Go Ahead! HIGHEST rank #1 in poetry as of 19.02.2018 ----------------------------------- 4/10/17 --- 19/04/18

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