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EmilyNotBronte
EmilyNotBronte
Read a poem with your heart, not with your eyes. *WILLIAM BLAKE THE POISON TREE!*
With blood exploring every inch, Trails of footsteps under my skin, Reminding themselves of the places they had been. As if they are waiting for a end that will never begin, All entered in a competition to the thought they'd never win, My mind an open ground for dumping. The raging heart hammer once again thumping, These soft inhales, my chest lifting and jumping, Thick polluted air failing to contaminate, The stars in your heart illuminate. Dark dull spacious eyes hoping to duplicate, Breathing a universe back of love to a abyss of hate , Reaching the victory only to contemplate Maybe I'll live not to survive. I think I am alive.
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
I am alive.
“Are you plotting on me?” She asked. “Yes, I am.” He answered. ”What kind of conspiracy are you planning to do?” She asked. “I am conspiring to abduct your heart from you.” He answered. ”But you already did.” She muttered.
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Untitled
She opens a window and hopes for the sky to fall in from outside and it's tailwind bring her the moon and the clouds lined with silver, a crowd of the finest of stars and a spare pair of wings..
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Before she sleeps.
**Drop your Grudge Rants by the door We Will Not Tolarate This Anymore Edit and toss Distasteful Rhymes Ugly Poems with Vain designs Haughty thoughts and bitter words Childish petty accusing verbs Who did What to Who and When Will this Clusterfuck never end? Selfish actions, Spoiled Children We Refuse to be your Minions Like CNN And Drone Fox news We've had enough of Self Serving views Hurting hearts, far and wide tender Poets with tenuous pride Yet, Strutting and Indignant for who I ask? All those involved, A Donkeys *** Not a home for Egotistical Zealots Nor a place for flinging pellets We come in Peace, HP to share Not get caught in ugly snares And to the few that have the gaul. "If you have nothing decent to say, say nothing at all"** **YOU CHOOSE TO USE HP THIS WAY. GO AWAY. FIND SOME WHERE ELSE TO PLAY.** ●HELLO●HELLO●HELLO●                  Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
●HELLO●HELLO●HELLO●
They don't want you to win So you have to win
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
You have to
Shaking, and twitching Like you're about to explode Not knowing what to do And not sure where to go Balling your fists, and grinding your teeth A raging fire is burning beneath Like a tower made of playing cards and glass One burst of wind and this structure won't last, Look over your shoulder, someone might be following you Be afraid of everything Cause it's all that you can do This is such a tight space, and your running out of air And your entire face is tangled in your hair What do you do? How do you speak? Your fast beating heart is feeling quite weak Your hands quiver as you roll a few Or fill your **** Whatever you must do Your brain is freaking out So take it on a trip You need to calm down And get a grip
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
Anxiety
her heart is sweaty, skin smells of anxiety from all the lies she told the boy that killed himself with words hanging in his brain.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
let him die.
You're a lost star somewhere out in the galaxy you're only trying to light up the dark because so many of us fear it.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
A Lost Star
Seeing the flames Burning everything in there wake Taking my soul down too I can't take all this For God's sake Like a sidewalk massacre Everyone has to stop and stare Watching all the blood drip But none of them really care Gotta get a grip I know this life ain't fair Trying to balance my thoughts On a tight rope of razor blades Getting sliced up on the inside No matter which choice I make Whether or not I know they lied I'll always know they're all fake And it's a shame That it's always a game With no way to win Or start over again Without being the only one to blame
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
Sidewalk Massacre