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You’re my morning cup
of black coffee.
A taste of reality
with that bitter bite.
Finding the beauty in
the harsh flavor.
You are not perfect.
    
-But you are, to me.
    
[DK]
She smelled of roses and rumors.
I found her in the grass among snakes.

Her soul was made of matches and,
she knows my love of playing with fire.

How can a woman of such passion
find solace in my worn down abode.

I have yet to find that answer,
hoping one day she will call my heart home.

[DK]
Take your pill
whether you need to chill
or looking for a thrill
Take your pill

The pill holds me
I know now I cannot be free
Oh, such a steep fee
The pill holds me

The pill made me feel good
now I feel like rotten wood
knowing I can’t feel like I should
The pill made me feel good

The pill put me in the ground
now they throw flowers on the mound
and my mother won’t make a sound
The pill put me in the ground

Take your pill
please, take your pill
it’s ok it’s not made to ****
Take your pill
 Jul 2017 aryanalynae
Seema
If you rock me down from a mile,
I'll still be smiling like a crazy fool
It might hurt me for a while
Coz I am not made of sheep wool

The hatred you flare from your gaze
Shows your inner most reflection
The invisible flames that blaze
Has burnt all my forward affection

There,
Chuckles a voice, only eyes could read
From behind the screen
Someone has planted a poisonous seed

I can feel the evil smiky grin, hissing
And your eyes fixed reading the fake
I purely feel your emotions, missing
For you've been long awake

The delicious words spoken in tongues
Seems,
More like a ******, pretending to be God
The enmity loads darkness in tonnes
And slithers you, with a lizard tongue sword

I've never seen you in such a state
It's now visible whose behind it all
You're just one of its bait
It's just fishing, from the otherside of the wall

The attraction is quite magnetic
As the devil now, sounds more like God
Making lives his slaves as pathetic
It doesn't seem, like it's bored...



©sim
 Jun 2017 aryanalynae
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
Sure
It's easy to see broken clocks
aren't ticking
but I prefer broken people
Clocks get stuck
in their last instant
At least people keep on living

— The End —