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 Feb 2016 Klvshp0et
Poetic T
I wish for my life to have meaning
For my life to carry on,
I want to live, to be immortal.

Not in life but when I'm gone.

I want the breeze of my life to live
Past a moment when I am still.

But my memory my heratige stands
The test of time even though I'm no
Longer here, I drift on the breeze
Of time where my actions live on.
 Feb 2016 Klvshp0et
Rae Lauren
Tragedy and danger seem to go hand and hand for me
If its not your downpour of criticism Its my life falling apart before my very eyes
It's always something new
I cant seem to catch my breath
As strong as I may seem
The weaker I am
The more oblivious I may appear
The more aware I actually am
All the preconceived notions spread about me constantly overwhelm me
Its always something new
I cant seem to catch my breath
I feel boxed in
One way in no way out
Im being pressured it assimilate to the norm of society
The stress is eating me alive
Its always something new
I just cant seem to catch my breath
~ Rae Lauren
 Feb 2016 Klvshp0et
Rae Lauren
Whats the point in fighting if you know you've already lost the battle ?
Whats the point of trying when you know you won't succeed?
Whats the point in loving if you always end up heartbroken?
Whats the point of living when you already feel dead inside?

The point is that there is a person out there whose worth fighting for .
A person whose worth failing for.
Someone whose worth the heartbreak
Theres somebody meant for you thats worth living for
And we will never meet this special person
If we keep looking for the point in things
Instead of taking each day at a time
To just live
~ Raelauren
 Feb 2016 Klvshp0et
Poetic T
I wanted to **** I wanted
taste there blood, but I had
one problem I'm scared at
the sight of blood.

I thought I could do it, Dexter
did it, he even thought it was
devilish fun. But I had the knife
the plastic bags, I was ready for
my serial fun, but I cut my self
with my knife and fainted in a lump.

They found me days later a knife
buried in my chest, ****** was
the case, but it was my fear of blood
my undoing not anyone else.

I didn't get to go on a spree to
feed my blood lust. For I did ****
but unfortunately it was me, I
was the one, I  am a serial flop.
As you can see only one was
murdered and no one will no
its was me...
Serial killer flop haha..
I feel like a fool...how did I fall so deep in love with you.
One day was all it took, now my whole existance is shook.
I want u I need u, just spilling out, and for some reason, I have no doubts.
Ill confess that I  get so obsessed with the thought of a changed address.
What a mess.
But nothing I can't clean up.
Just as long u think I'm good enough. Watched u fall into my lap, as if someone heard my dreams n plans.
I love it when u call me scar, and adore the incredible person u are.
Thank u, even if u break my heart.
Just a quick one off the top of my head...love u so
 Feb 2016 Klvshp0et
keeepa
the room
 Feb 2016 Klvshp0et
keeepa
There's a room in my brain
                                      That’s furnished with memories of you
And when
I need to feel your love
For I am unsure
And when
                                       I need to feel your strength
                                                                      For I am weak
And when
I need to feel the colours
To lighten the dark
And when
                                        I need to feel the peace
                                             In the chaos of my life

And when
                                I just need to feel you
                                       I know

Theres a room in my brain
                                       That’s furnished with memories of you
 Jan 2016 Klvshp0et
Bianca Reyes
My aching flesh
Handprints on me are reddish
Your blanket of fire
Cold silk expose desire
Pressed against you to learn
How slow and heavy we burn
Shared on Hello Poetry on January 27, 2016.
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