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 Mar 2015
Justin S Wampler
no one criticizes me
everyone just smiles and says that everything i write and share is good
they nod and say i'm "talented"
i ******* hate it
they make me want to quit writing
i read so much **** daily
so many awful meaningless expressionless words
every ******* day

and i contribute to it

someone tell me that i'll never be a writer
give me a reason to keep going
this place is secptic

we are all byproducts


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 Mar 2015
Brandy Nicole
Watching you, you my prey
I want you
with an uncontrollable desire
Your scent speaking to me, so intense
This hunt
Watching you
Boy don't lie
Boy don't run
I want you
To have your body under mine
To eat you up, your blood...
This hunt
I'm eating it up
Boy keep losing
Boy keep running
My prey
No longer watching from a far
Tonight you're mine
with no escape
the beast inside satisfied hearing your last breathe
 Feb 2015
Shivani Mankad
What I was
A lost soul in a crowd,
Scars covering my wrists.
What I am
A failure - never proud,
With pent up anger in my fists.
What I want to be
To be heard - clear and loud,
I'm made of stardust, meant to move mountains, not simply exist.
#1 for the 52 week poetry challenge!
 Feb 2015
Shivani Mankad
Overcautious.
I am a vault, and you are the new lock keeper.

2. Overwhelmed.
You had me at first sight, your beauty and you charm.

3. Overjoyed.
You made me so ecstatic, you cannot possibly do any harm.

4. Oversight.
You failed to notice, I am flesh and blood, constructed of flaws.

5. Overgrown.
My love for you, and all the little things you do.

6. Overbearing.
I discovered this new side, you had buried it deep inside you.

7. Overused.
But ofcourse, those treacherous three words, the hollow I love you's.

8. Overstep.
The boundaries and limits, have been crossed way back.

9. Overprotective.
My walls are back up, and you have been pushed with the broken fragments of my past, way up above the rack.

10.
Oh this one came so slowly, after five painful months of ***** and three AM phone calls, to spill poetry that I would never show you, but it finally did come, leaving me so happy, when I finally got, Over you.
#3 on 52weekpoetrychallenge
 Feb 2015
CapsLock
As a kid time wasn't the same,
a day feelt like forever
and everything was a game.

Now I'm a ****** up adult,
in a world fast and insane,
the game now feels so occult.
Why does everything feel so strange?

Life feels like a weird insult.
Why did all things have to change?
Change is good they'll say to me,
but my craving still remains.
 Feb 2015
Carolina
I love it
when you look deep into my eyes
and when you put your hands
in my cheeks, holding my face.

I love it
when we're holding hands
and you start doing that stroky thumb thing
down the side of my hand.

I love
the way you grab me
from behind in a sudden hug.

I love it
when you talk about us
in an emotional way.

I love it
when we're sleeping
and you snore softly.
I love watching you chest
going down and up
with every breath that you take.

I love
the little things you do
making me feel as if I had
an hurricane inside of me.

I love
every single thing you do.

I love
the beautiful person you are,
even your flaws are beautiful.

I love it.
I love you.
Love is beautiful when you find the right person, even when that person only exists in your head.
 Feb 2015
Carolina
People try to find out what's wrong with you
but they can't see through your eyes.
Your demons know how to go unnoticed,
they know so well how to hide.
 Feb 2015
Carolina
I have strange dreams about a mysterious and dark knight that comes to rescue me.
Sometimes he is speechless,
sometimes he is funny,
sometimes he's lovely,
sometimes he's mean...
but he's always powerfully dangerous, not another thing.
He rises from the darkness and guides me through a foggy forest.
I feel I'm in love but I've never seen him before.
I think about past lifes and a forbidden romance
that always ends up in a tragic separation.
Sometimes the dreams turn into nightmares
and during the day it's the only thing I can think of.
It consumes me.
Creepy creatures always hunt him and she stays all alone
till she sleeps again.

Running through the forest,
she hides in the shadow of the trees. They laugh.
When he catches her she giggles,
they gaze into each other eyes.
Suddenly a black shade covers it all.
Deadly pain inside her heart.
She can't see him, he's gone.
She wakes up and realizes
dreams forever will be lasting
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 Feb 2015
Penthesilea
She seek attention
Praising her gives her contentment
She tends to be a monster
for she hunger
she greed, she devour
everything she see
Somebody should stop her
but nobody knows
because she lurks in the darkness of herself
She roars that she's great
Everybody should praise her
Everybody should bow
**she is a monster
you should love her
Every girl has a monster, every girl has a darker side :)
The riddle of me
Is bullets of art
Shooting ink stains
In your heart
So you'll always love me
And my mentality
Is a mental breakdown
Of three things
Words, beats and rhymes
Ahead of my time
Thinking of blasting stars
Around your head
Knocked down
Out for the count
Going old school
Wylie getting chased around
On the road running
Laps at the speed of sound
Dropping TNT
Boom
Anvils like beats
Flattening you out
Gettin dizzy quickly
Spinnin and spinnin
Thinking freely
It's my territory
Down a black hole
Following the white
Rabid junk dealing
Cat selling smiles
Getting mad feeling
The wheels are turnin
Inside out
A needle sewn
Through the vane
Injection infection
Man in the mirror
It's a sight to see
Through the glass
Pictures like a memory
Before my rhymes crash
And you see the other side of me
Revealing my destiny
Going insane
I'm the only one to blame
The ink stains
They're smothering me
Slithering inside me
Covering my body
The only thing to see
Is my heart exposed
But you all love me
With these rhymes
And flows
A new era
Another time
A blast from the past
But I'm heading to the future
89 miles an hour
And I'll return
Brake checkin
With tire tracks that burn
With doc in an urn
To lure you in
Back to where it all begins
Tattoos of a heart
Deep within my skin
To replace the oxygen
Breathing nitrogen
Ink stained again
Graffiti trigger
Spraying art
Deadly sins
Bullets tearin you apart
But these are my words
And they come from the heart
This was originally written as a rap and a friend of mine recorded it,  if you like it please listen to the song.  Thanks
Here's the link...

http://soundcloud.com/dtorr77/ink-stains-feat-melz-spooklive-music
 Feb 2015
Tom t
What a lie!
The thought of
a smile being a disguise
until I saw
the smile of mine
is hiding the dark creature
that lives inside my mind
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