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 Jun 2015 Unknown
rattletaptap
Why do you?
Why do you see
Only the Devil in me...?

I'm not that bad
In this city of
The living dead.

I do the same,
The same as you,
I stroll the streets,
Without a name.

True, my soul is dark,
But so is yours,
We're all just puppets,
To some unknown force.

And yes I hum
These wicked melodies,
When it's time
For demons to come,

I may be bewitched,
But so are you,
And I dance with them,
But you do it too.

Yet I wonder why,
Why do you see
The Devil only in me?
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Brandi R Lowry
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.
For Ty & Des ❤️
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Nicholas
You never wished to get what you already deserved
but the heart brought you a life where you got emerged
with the temptation of **** mind
that took you away.... away from your life
The love beyond the region crowned you... the queen of my realm
You took a flight & flew off the kingdom of wicked world
& reached out the desperate, & so restless glory of my helm
The destiny of your cantankerous heart led you to the fifty shades of my fractious love
& brought you a new life - A life that labeled you - A white dove
A Dove - an omen; a mark; a zodiac sign of freedom
Oh, the night with you makes me an Italic pigeon
who flies across the world over the nights;
steals your every shimmery breath under the full-moon-night,
& gives you everything with pleasure when the rain love beating again your our galvanize.
 Jun 2015 Unknown
KaMe
artificial
 Jun 2015 Unknown
KaMe
When you hold a mirror,
hands pressed against the cool glass,
staring directly at your other half,
not exactly identical,
but you know there is something so
**** captivating inhabiting his
persona, you don't expect to look
away from those magnificent eyes,
and you don't expect the mirror to fall
and shatter into many hopeless pieces
and neither do you expect yourself to
spend hours, fingers bleeding, trying
to glue the pieces back together just
so you can get lost in his artificial presence again.

-Ka.Me// @herbrokenpoetri on IG
We never said goodbye // @herbrokenpoetri on Instagram and tumblr
You're the love I have that blooms,
the one single feeling
by which I'm consumed.
With you,
i just feel full and free.
But know
that all the time
That you've spent with me,
have made some of my best memories!
I forever love
to spend days with you,
Doing anything we want to do.
You are the one,
the best babe for me,
because i believe it,
and that's all that need be.
Dont treat me like potato
I aint no ****** tomato
Imma do what i want and smoke tobacco
Dont think of me as your flashy babe ***

Im sick of all this crap yow,
Youve been neglecting the **** outta me bro
But im through playing your games tho
So kiss me hard and just let me go
i got bored
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Potato Smiles
Potato Smiles, Potato Smiles
How I love thee

Potato Smiles, Potato Smiles
Give me two or three

Bags.
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Lucy Tonic
App
 Jun 2015 Unknown
Lucy Tonic
App
They have an app for everything
Apply this apple application vigorously
I need an app for this confusion
Where’re all the apps for my delusions
Hallucinations seem pretty nice
But I rather control them with an app
Delirium is no friend of mine
They control it with an app
All of these buttons produce bad business
You’re the ones who push them, I’m the witness
They take their pictures with an app
Photoshop the eye of the beholder
It’s the witching hour
They shout it from the watchtower
They climb up and down the ladder
They train the cruelest adders
With or without an app
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