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 Aug 2016 Dark soul
Adele
her eyes looked at me with faith
hinting there's another way to live
She has a little world inside her head
since we were young
and the moment she graduated,
I knew she's almost there

I am one of those people who
will be forever stuck in this small town
No one believes in me,
Well, I don't trust myself either
What do I know anyways?

The tear in my knuckles, taste of blood
from the endless fight, forever be on my father's side and knowing there's no hope in my mother's misty mind. This is how I live and this is how my every day work.

I have to let her go. We live in the same place but two different worlds.

I have to walk away although it might hurt us both.
'inspired by the book Where All Lights Tend To Go'
Cupid pierces your unguarded chest
With a beautiful, poisoned arrow
And so you think you’re in love
But then the potion wears off
And you’re bleeding out
Of that open wound
Left unattended
That you call
A broken
Heart
 Aug 2016 Dark soul
Ravanna Dee
I'm always seeing poetry about loss, destruction, heartbreak...etc. It took me a moment to think of why we wrote mostly on these sad subjects. But then I got it. We write about our deepest and scariest feelings because poetry isn't just a form of writing, it's a way to let the readers and ourselves know that we all feel lost at times. And you you know what? That's okay! It's okay to feel broken. Because at least we're all a little broken together.
And that, my dear reader, is the most special part of poetry. That this hidden pain we all harbor can be shared in small rhymes and thoughtful words. We, as poets, can show that even, even destruction can be beautiful. That we can be beautiful despite all our hidden flaws.
 Aug 2016 Dark soul
Ravanna Dee
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We take peoples secrets and throw them to the wind.
Allowing them to be consumed by whomever shall catch them.
We laugh when others fall.
And ignore their pleaded calls.
We are monsters wearing human skin.
Wolves in sheepskin.
We are destroyers of all things good.
And yet we pretend we are all just misunderstood.
That our cruelty is somehow justified.
By someone else's lack of compromise.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We are raising children to follow suit.
Telling them to, "only think about you".
We teach them morals that are wrong.
And dance with glee when they follow along.
We are in joy of another broken generation.
Glad that we could be apart of an already crumbling nation.  
We are sick.
We are sin.
Blind to our own parts in the worlds destruction.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
This world is ripping at the seams.
We are living in our own worst dreams.
We think we're safe from the end.
But that's a lie for destruction is exactly what we intend.
We are ruthless and dumb.
For believing we will be saved when, God decides to come.
And what really makes me disappointed
Is that our entire existence can be summed up in just four sentences.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
 Aug 2016 Dark soul
Sierra
terror
 Aug 2016 Dark soul
Sierra
I’m poisonous, detrimental
I will destroy you and I won’t
even glance back to throw
Pity your way.
I am the tornado that sweeps
up the city without hesitating
Lightning crashes that shatter
The sky, thunder that shakes
Rooftops and terrifies small
Children laying in their parents’
Beds. I am the monster that
Hides underneath those beds
And grabs small feet as they
Hang down, I am the eyes in
The closet that haunt you
When you’re sleeping and I
Am the nightmares that keep
You awake at night. I seek
To demolish, I seek to scare,
I seek to tear apart your pieces
And fling them into rioting flames
I will mutilate, decapitate, violate
You without sympathy and I will
Watch as you cry out in pain
And wither away.
I am everything you’ve always
Feared I would be
And worse.
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