Madzq
Madzq
Sep 25

.....before you hurt someone else
With the sharpness of. Anger.
Wash your hands clean of
The past we were given
So that you may hold present day,
Not stained by the rust
Of a saddened heart.

My brother, you are my best friend.
You know my dark is the same as yours.
We carry the memories of
A tainted childhood.
My brother..... Let go.

Some things are better not said
We cannot change them now.
Nothing they could ever say
Could take IT away.

If it's validation, here this,
"My brother, we've survived!"
Look at you. So strong,
And this life made you this way...
Not broken, not ruined, unafraid.

This weight that you carry
Must be. So. Very. Heavy.

My brother,
Let go.

Abuse is not cool, but neither is bitterness. Forgive, forgive.... and free yourself.
#love   #abuse   #family   #memory   #same   #move   #siblings   #brother   #burden   #hatchet  

A crashed plane
a forest of trees
was all brian had at first

A lake of water
a shelter
Is what brian found

A survival pack
on the plane
is what brian had last

By: Olivia

You never know if you're
going to be stranded,
all that you now is that you're fine

You never know if you're
going to find food,
all that you know is that you're hungry

The hatchet
Daniel Magner
Daniel Magner
Jun 15, 2013      Jun 15, 2013

The hatchet
that your mom gifted
me
is now gone to the wind
with your ashes.
It feels like saying
goodbye
all over again...

© Daniel Magner 2013
Sorry Ed...
Frknmidget
Frknmidget
Feb 25, 2013

An arrow to heart
You'd think would bring
Pain
But pulling it out
Brought pleasure
And gain..
Like I didn't see
The no trespass sign
I did..
I saw it...
with mine own eyes
But Ignored it
Distorted &
Covered in lies,
Small ones
White ones
Yet steeped
In truth
Like a bandage for souls
Undeniable coup...

I am willing to bury the hatchet
LuminUmbra
LuminUmbra
Feb 8, 2012

I am willing to bury the hatchet
even if it's in my chest
but let's not walk forward under false pretense
you said for both of us it's best
but we are both falling apart
you with a smile on your face
and I, with an axe in my heart

joshua blackmire
joshua blackmire
Jan 22, 2013

I smash it
I crash it
I try my best
To get rid of it
And as soon as I set
It down to rest
It breaks and
I only hope
You can forgive me
For all the shit I put you through
with it broken we have no need to
Fight anymore

Kitty Parson
Kitty Parson
Apr 21, 2012

My heart pounds for your smile, Dogbreath
I like you more than a hooker likes meth
you may be family and I may call you bro
but it’s not incest when you’re a Juggalo.

I’ll never forget the day that we met
one kiss and I wanted to be your Juggalette
my passion for you burns like a thousand suns
it can’t be contained even if I were restrained by nuns.

My desire for you isn’t even satirical
if you think about it it’s kind of a miracle
drawn together like magnets – how do they work?
and the way you touch my butt drives me berserk.

You wrangle records like a big money rustla
I like Lady Gaga and ain’t much of a hustla
I was born this way, but my heart can grow bigga
if you’ll take my hand and say you’re my nigga.

hatchet horror show
miss pie
3 days ago      3 days ago

same same
secret sorrow clown
a 1000 smiles open doors

darkened blue eyes
elbow room
packing his fiend
along side

muttering silence
something about freedom
hatchet horror show
something new

What now shall we do kill clowns?
#freedom   #life   #death   #horror   #heat   #hatchet  
A hatchet lost forever,
Douglas Scheurn
Douglas Scheurn
Oct 13      Oct 13

At first,
Words were literal.
Hearts were broken,
I mean literal.

You were a brother,
Never meant to get mixed up.
Between a million lies,
We got mixed up.

They see you as a child,
Yet I see more.
I wanted to see the rage
You had stored.

Like a tornado,
Things got out of control.
Like a crescendo,
The damage took it's toll.

See,

I want to show you worlds,
Universes,
Where imagination is real.
Hours are but golden candles,
On a cherrywood wheel.

But we lost our faces,
And fingers were pointed.
Caught in mazes,
We were the unholy anointed.

My apology.
I write it in blood.
My reasoning?
Was a broken love.

A bond,
Shattered by blind hate
Until even holy water became taint.

What happened between us and Her,
That's old.
A hatchet lost forever,
Shattered in the cold.

We were labeled,
Yet I don't see you as a child.
With skills like yours,
It was fun to be wild.

You called out names,
Of course we obliged.
Naturally with these games,
We piled the fire high.

But,

Perspective was lost.
Or was it?
I don't care.
Bury the hatchet, Arcassin.
Lets clear the air.

Let's end this...
 
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