k1a_ly_0pe_e - Hello Poetry

You are one of those people that should be called "angel" But you're the devil and for you I would fail Short hair for your hands and my skin for your lips and my laugh for your lies My neck for your teeth and your breath full of blight and your claws for my eyes My heart is yours and everyone elses and made of gold and soft breathes Youre heart is dead and makes you want to beg and walk and leave I'll touch your soul and you'll break mine because you can And I will give you my heart and my love and my pain and you'll throw them To the black and running dogs of your fears and desinterest It will hurt me but you won't care and it's for the best Because without me you are broken and without you I'm a loner I need you to breath and you need me to live, to fly, to be closer You will never say "I love you" because it can be a promise or some curses And I know I will fall from the sky and burn my wings and hurt my heart for those verses For you and your beating and bleeding and pulsing heart I will just be faithful Because you and me and me and you we are angels.

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Apr 16, 2019

Apr 16, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC

k1a_ly_0pe_e

Angel

You are one of those people that should be called "angel" But you're the devil and for you I would fail Short hair for your hands and my skin for your lips and my laugh for your lies My neck for your teeth and your breath full of blight and your claws for my eyes My heart is yours and everyone elses and made of gold and soft breathes Youre heart is dead and makes you want to beg and walk and leave I'll touch your soul and you'll break mine because you can And I will give you my heart and my love and my pain and you'll throw them To the black and running dogs of your fears and desinterest It will hurt me but you won't care and it's for the best Because without me you are broken and without you I'm a loner I need you to breath and you need me to live, to fly, to be closer You will never say "I love you" because it can be a promise or some curses And I know I will fall from the sky and burn my wings and hurt my heart for those verses For you and your beating and bleeding and pulsing heart I will just be faithful Because you and me and me and you we are angels.

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He started to kiss more his cigarettes than him The red end shining like a beating heart That reminded him of his bruised skin And of the white lines painful like art The tanned arms wrapped around him Were now deprived of warm consistence Sometimes he regrets what they have been But he would do anything to **** his conscience They day dream of killing each other And their nightmares are filled with mourn Skeleton bones filled with flowers Their black blood will start to blur And he's turning, turning Searching for his light He's screaming but he doesn't hear a thing They took each other lives He hates him so he kiss him hard But the raging blue of their lips Is rotting like their poisoned hearts Like his skin his love will split He still adores his darkened love So much he wants to choke him to death To see his bleeding soul cry like a dove Raindrops would drown him as he rests His wet and red lips mourn for his God Permanent cries, eternal fights, try to fly His life is filled with ruby blood They scream for their lives and beg to die Bottle of bubbles filled with poisons and tears Sword of pain keened with razorblades Exchange of cries, weapons and fears One sip, one stab, the one loved ones died

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Mar 21, 2019

Mar 21, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC

k1a_ly_0pe_e

Suddenly your smell is more toxic than my cigarettes

He started to kiss more his cigarettes than him The red end shining like a beating heart That reminded him of his bruised skin And of the white lines painful like art The tanned arms wrapped around him Were now deprived of warm consistence Sometimes he regrets what they have been But he would do anything to **** his conscience They day dream of killing each other And their nightmares are filled with mourn Skeleton bones filled with flowers Their black blood will start to blur And he's turning, turning Searching for his light He's screaming but he doesn't hear a thing They took each other lives He hates him so he kiss him hard But the raging blue of their lips Is rotting like their poisoned hearts Like his skin his love will split He still adores his darkened love So much he wants to choke him to death To see his bleeding soul cry like a dove Raindrops would drown him as he rests His wet and red lips mourn for his God Permanent cries, eternal fights, try to fly His life is filled with ruby blood They scream for their lives and beg to die Bottle of bubbles filled with poisons and tears Sword of pain keened with razorblades Exchange of cries, weapons and fears One sip, one stab, the one loved ones died

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Brainless zombies hiding in pairs Looking outside to find some air To catch water and grass and stars But don't you think you're gone too far ? Drown your soul in cheap wine Burn your thoughts with style, fine Scared to live alone, you could almost cry But how do you think you will die ? And nothing will make your soul come back So you need to fight, to hurt and to attack You need preys to hunt and flesh to bruise You can't admit that you are going to lose Endless screams to the blind sky Tonight you are going to fly.

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Feb 18, 2019

Feb 18, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC

k1a_ly_0pe_e

You could make it but do you want to ?

Brainless zombies hiding in pairs Looking outside to find some air To catch water and grass and stars But don't you think you're gone too far ? Drown your soul in cheap wine Burn your thoughts with style, fine Scared to live alone, you could almost cry But how do you think you will die ? And nothing will make your soul come back So you need to fight, to hurt and to attack You need preys to hunt and flesh to bruise You can't admit that you are going to lose Endless screams to the blind sky Tonight you are going to fly.

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Something is wrong in my brain I don't know what I can't change it Is it wrong I just want pain ? My mind is broken take it, change it My arms are covered of thin white lines Can't change it, I just have it And my head is exploding with rhymes, fine Can't write it, I just love it Tears make my makeup drown Re make it, I just want it Tear my clothes down You can have it, I don't want it

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Feb 14, 2019

Feb 14, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC

k1a_ly_0pe_e

How does it matter if I lie to you ?

Something is wrong in my brain I don't know what I can't change it Is it wrong I just want pain ? My mind is broken take it, change it My arms are covered of thin white lines Can't change it, I just have it And my head is exploding with rhymes, fine Can't write it, I just love it Tears make my makeup drown Re make it, I just want it Tear my clothes down You can have it, I don't want it

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6 months ago I fell in love with you. I don't know why or how but I did. I was the shinny girl with a lot of fake friends, hurt by the world but trying to survive with a lot of scars on her arms. You were the quiet boy, with few friends, an incredible sense of humour and a strange past. You were this boy who bullied one of my best friends until her suicide attempt. Everyone was telling me that you were cruel and nobody truly loved you. But despise what every body was saying, I fell in love with you. I fell in love with your changing eyes, sometimes green, sometimes blue, often dark. I fell in love with your skinny face, the way your cheekbones were trying to pierce your white skin. I fell in love with your body, the way you walk and are. I fell in love with the way you sometimes care about me, the way you saw my scars and looked me in the eyes with concern. I fell in love with every little things about you. You were not perfect but you were what I loved, and you are always in my brain. And now that my heart is attached to you, I see you slipping away from me. That's sad.

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC

k1a_ly_0pe_e

Mephistopheles

6 months ago I fell in love with you. I don't know why or how but I did. I was the shinny girl with a lot of fake friends, hurt by the world but trying to survive with a lot of scars on her arms. You were the quiet boy, with few friends, an incredible sense of humour and a strange past. You were this boy who bullied one of my best friends until her suicide attempt. Everyone was telling me that you were cruel and nobody truly loved you. But despise what every body was saying, I fell in love with you. I fell in love with your changing eyes, sometimes green, sometimes blue, often dark. I fell in love with your skinny face, the way your cheekbones were trying to pierce your white skin. I fell in love with your body, the way you walk and are. I fell in love with the way you sometimes care about me, the way you saw my scars and looked me in the eyes with concern. I fell in love with every little things about you. You were not perfect but you were what I loved, and you are always in my brain. And now that my heart is attached to you, I see you slipping away from me. That's sad.

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Hello baby it's me again Endless mountains in your brain Anchor in your peaceful pain Detail in your great gain A passion stained of rain Clouds of desire and blame Hold tight my blue hand End your life with a razor blade.

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC

k1a_ly_0pe_e

Get away

Hello baby it's me again Endless mountains in your brain Anchor in your peaceful pain Detail in your great gain A passion stained of rain Clouds of desire and blame Hold tight my blue hand End your life with a razor blade.

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Rappelles toi quand allongés sur le sable mort L'eau acide submergeait lentement nos deux corps Et a chaque brisement bruyant de lames Les vagues emportaient un peu de notre âme Souviens toi de la lumière rouge du cris des oiseaux Et de nos vêtements humains collés à notre peau Chaque ressac guidait ma conscience vers mes pieds Nus, par lesquels elle pouvait gentiment s'échapper, Rejoindre celle des marins, des pêcheurs, des soldats Fixant aveuglément le libre et mouvant toit Noyés aux poumons fleuris de créatures étranges Dont les yeux vides et aimants patiemment nous démangent Et laissent un vieux cœur battre dans la rouge écume Sortant de ma poitrine, traversant la brume Pour trouver son étoile, sans âme également Car la mer qui donne prends tout a ses enfants.

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Feb 6, 2019

Feb 6, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC

k1a_ly_0pe_e

Déjà-vu

Rappelles toi quand allongés sur le sable mort L'eau acide submergeait lentement nos deux corps Et a chaque brisement bruyant de lames Les vagues emportaient un peu de notre âme Souviens toi de la lumière rouge du cris des oiseaux Et de nos vêtements humains collés à notre peau Chaque ressac guidait ma conscience vers mes pieds Nus, par lesquels elle pouvait gentiment s'échapper, Rejoindre celle des marins, des pêcheurs, des soldats Fixant aveuglément le libre et mouvant toit Noyés aux poumons fleuris de créatures étranges Dont les yeux vides et aimants patiemment nous démangent Et laissent un vieux cœur battre dans la rouge écume Sortant de ma poitrine, traversant la brume Pour trouver son étoile, sans âme également Car la mer qui donne prends tout a ses enfants.

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I could be overused like a cigarette kiss Just to see another time this smile on your lips Bare foot tip-toeing inside my brain Soft hands just trying to ease the pain I want your peppermint laugh to fall on my scars And this frozen tear near your eye shine like a star I want to recognize your voice in the corner of my eyes And choke myself with your cinnamon lies Maybe I can rent a place inside your love And wait until there is nothing above Curled up inside your mind A place where I won't be found Maybe you'll see my smile in your dreams And it your nightmares my body will scream.

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Feb 5, 2019

Feb 5, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC

k1a_ly_0pe_e

Bad rimes and nameless feelings

I could be overused like a cigarette kiss Just to see another time this smile on your lips Bare foot tip-toeing inside my brain Soft hands just trying to ease the pain I want your peppermint laugh to fall on my scars And this frozen tear near your eye shine like a star I want to recognize your voice in the corner of my eyes And choke myself with your cinnamon lies Maybe I can rent a place inside your love And wait until there is nothing above Curled up inside your mind A place where I won't be found Maybe you'll see my smile in your dreams And it your nightmares my body will scream.

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I am following you, my sun Head and heart towards you I wouldn't run away You are everywhere, my sun Made by you, for you, I am yours I live for you like I always will You are making me grow, my sun But you don't care about me My heart is behind my petals Take it, I don't need it, my sun I need you but you don't need me And you are so far away I'm a sunflower and you are the sun I'm yours but you're not mine I hate you My sun.

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Jan 24, 2019

Jan 24, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC

k1a_ly_0pe_e

Sunflower

I am following you, my sun Head and heart towards you I wouldn't run away You are everywhere, my sun Made by you, for you, I am yours I live for you like I always will You are making me grow, my sun But you don't care about me My heart is behind my petals Take it, I don't need it, my sun I need you but you don't need me And you are so far away I'm a sunflower and you are the sun I'm yours but you're not mine I hate you My sun.

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This is not a poem, just a random thought about poetry. For me, my poems are like some precious butterflies that I want to keep alive, to watch them move and burn their wings to the fire. And when I decide to show them to someone, it means that I trust you and I know you won't let them fly away or you won't burn them alive. But sometimes people do so, and just look at my poems without really watching them, thinking "it's another one of her strange stuff". But a part of my soul is in those poems and when people doesn't pay attention to them it's like they don't pay attention at myself, the deep and thinking me. Anyone thinks like me ? Or am I asking too much ?

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Jan 14, 2019

Jan 14, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC

k1a_ly_0pe_e

Not a poem

This is not a poem, just a random thought about poetry. For me, my poems are like some precious butterflies that I want to keep alive, to watch them move and burn their wings to the fire. And when I decide to show them to someone, it means that I trust you and I know you won't let them fly away or you won't burn them alive. But sometimes people do so, and just look at my poems without really watching them, thinking "it's another one of her strange stuff". But a part of my soul is in those poems and when people doesn't pay attention to them it's like they don't pay attention at myself, the deep and thinking me. Anyone thinks like me ? Or am I asking too much ?

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