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 May 2014 kels
Anonymous
Education
 May 2014 kels
Anonymous
I’m sick of everything.
Genuinely tired,
my brain has disconnected
no longer
Wired
No longer inspired
Motivation has disappeared
No more desire
There is no burning fire
That makes me want to succeed
I’m not depressed
I’m not anxious
Not emotional
For ***** sake
I just find no point
in wasting precious years of your life
The best ones at that,
Can’t you see?
Education,
Can’t you ******* see what it’s done to me and
What it’s done to us
This community
It’s turned us in to brainwashed lunatics
Who refuse to listen
Who grow up and see
That they can’t live for themselves
They could never think for themselves
Or decide what they wanted to do
It was put into their heads
Burned into their brains
We’re not robots
Can’t you see
Can you?
I
thought
that this was
the ‘land of the free’
Guess I was wrong, wasn’t I
There is no longer any desire
There was never any at the start
I just believed their little game,
You people convinced me that I was smart
So that I would grow up to be one of your pawns
You thought that I’d be a part
Of this never ending cycle,
Well guess what
You’re ******* wrong
Get it through your heads
I’m not some piece on a game board
That you can control step by step,
I’m a living being
With my own thoughts
And actions
You’re you, I’m me
This life is mine,
leave mine alone
and fix your own
Just leave me be
 May 2014 kels
Jeuden Totanes
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I run my fingers through her dreams
I play with her lucid thoughts
I jump on her and make her scream
Make sure she's always lost

Lure her feet in the infinite maze
Trick her eyes and numb her senses
Paralyze her in a steady gaze
Take down all her defenses

To rip her mind, and split the soul
Pull on her ***** hair
Inside the heart, I'll punch a hole
Die. I do not care

Slice the memories in pathetic halves
Cut the queasy consciousness
Toss her to the hungry pups
Lurking in the darkness

I am the nightmare in your sleep
I come when your alone
From the shadows, I will creep
I slide into your home

I love to play and **** the mind
You won't wake up tomorrow
The boogeyman's not to be found
They will all cry in sorrow

This loathsome girl cannot survive
I will drown and drag her deeper
She will not wake, no,  not tonight
But a whole hundred years later

Yes she will cry and she will weep
And I will feed on her
In my dungeons, I will keep
Her mind as a reminder

Of my evil days that will not end
Not today, not ever!
A thousand brains, I will still rend
I am the heartless   reaper!
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A midnight creeper! :P
 May 2014 kels
Fenix Flight
20W
 May 2014 kels
Fenix Flight
20W
Its times like this
That I wish
I could be more
then the jester
and be a better
Advise giver.
 May 2014 kels
Clem N Tine
Standing before
the whispering ocean
adorned in frosted saltwater sapphire
she wears ever-present like his gaze
hot around her neck
Her face holds no flaw;
icy  features forever frozen
into a frigid upside down grin
by the hand of a man
with a dream
snowflakes gather in heaps
falling in lazy cascade from her lashes
every time the Ice Queen blinks

He stretches out his hand and touches her lightly
   A hand can be a vicious prayer for love
      "Softer than the summer wind - his loving hand" she whispered tenderly
   Hold her by the hand ... do not let go
   Merging hands together in a pseudo kind of  love

Scorching
in blinding zeal to vent jealous wrath
Destruction is his only goal
with orange flicks of flailing arms
his chosen human victims he consoles
flaunting his demonic charm
Fire restless fire roaring higher
spews his wall of flame
But the thing about fire
is one often is burned  trying to put it out.
Oh, ferocious fire, try as I may
your scintillating sin knows no tame.

   A warm and tender hand ... a selfish hand giving
   A sharp hand… shrewd in his plan
   Take her heart in your hands bent ... you know the strength and vibration of love on a woman
   Her life is in your hands, forever belongs to you
   Fill your duty where she obeys you just that way
   Put an eternity ring on her finger ... trembling hands with joy
for a pseudo kind of love
Edited a previously posted poem and retitled it.
 May 2014 kels
Elijah Corbeau
I like these ideas and they fill me with pleasure-
My words like lances, striking this earthly tether,
And transcending common thought, engaging the forever.

For you see, what gives me the pleasure out of poetry,
Is knowing someone has read it, and has experienced me-

They now know my thoughts, what I choose to pen.
A carefully constructed facade, in a truthful, youthful blend;
Open hearts given a start will break apart into words of art,
And all these beautiful things, will end.

However, the end doesn't mean that there won't be a beginning,
There's no falsehood in wonder, questioning isn't sinning.

Poets are the explorers, the builders with words,
They explore the condition, through adjectives and verbs-
They give chase to the worlds flights of fancy,
They are the ones who dream of romancing.

But.... why are we so often, not heard?
A response to the poem Poets by Nikki Bizee!
The kingfisher knocks to call me
friend of you I do beg
make some time from poetry
find me a place to lay an egg.

My nuggets of small oval white
where to put them kind soul
where to find one good site
on some wall a small hole.

This summer the ponds are dry
my eyes are weary with watch
futile my desperate try
to pull out my hunger's catch.

Now I hardly ever sing
hold a mouthful in the beak
dying is the blue on my wing
I'm growing lean and weak.

Friend make a try to save me
our habitats are on the shrink
make some time from poetry
save us from falling over the brink.

The kingfisher knocks on my door
of you friend I do beg
if you want to see us anymore
find me a place to lay an egg.
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