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 Jul 2015
devante moore
Splattered and crushed
Paved the pavement with its guts
Painted the roadway
Stained it with its blood
An unlucky event
Unfortunate at the least
And eyes that fall upon this falls down
The smell turns back anything around
But a leg twitch
There's still a glimmer of hope
That all heartbreaks
Don't die on this side of the rode
 Jul 2015
devante moore
It's to soon for you to bloom
Not wanting this to sprout up to quick
Happiness in the beginning can be a costly trick
******* up these new found feelings
Swelling like a face full of stings
Fueled by a school girls crush in replace of the sun
Petals already clipped from past pains
Your seed buried in rotten soil
But I can see your roots are strong
I can see life radiating off you
The scent you give hits
But things are different
Your with me
I just hope you don't bloom to soon
 Jul 2015
Michael Humbert
(n.)*: the length of silence elapsed after quietly saying, *"Please don't leave"
 Jul 2015
devante moore
Born like any normal foal at first sight
Out it came with its four legs in the spring light
Its hair shined in the sunlight
Its first steps weren't good
But soon it got them right
Two days past before anything strange came about
A horn appeared in the center of its head
No longer a normal colt
An anomaly that was thought to be pure bread
But instead It turned into something magical
Its hair turned icy white
It would shimmer under the moonlight
Its horn grew in a spiral with a solid gold tip
Its tail whipped as it walked
Beautiful
But a defect
Stumbled upon human eyesight
An anomaly never seen before
Stolen under the cover of night
Put to sleep to be humane and polite
Then dissected
 Jul 2015
devante moore
Her perception is like a abandoned house
Taking over by Mother Nature
Her memory fades as the vines penetrate her aged mind
Not as well built as she was in her youth
Brick walls crumble from the decades
Faces an names no longer meet the connections as they use too
Just silhouettes  
She forgets to remember
The structure of her thoughts weakened by the cracked support beams
The signals in her brain scattered like a school of fish
Misfires makes her forget  
Introductions repeatedly like this is the first time we met
Her experienced eyes look past me
Anyone can see
The disease is eating her memory
 Jul 2015
devante moore
There's a lot of pain in her eyes
She tried to hold all it back
But it showed when she cried
She was promised happiness
But It was all a lie
She believed in happy endings
Just not in fairy tales
She burned the pages of her own story
Believed she could start a new
Looking into her eyes
The unwritten story was sown
Painfully crystal blue
Tried love but it backfired Camouflage her hurting behind a smile  
But every once in awhile
You could see the pain In her eyes
 Jul 2015
Nathan Pival
Not gone
Not forgotten
Different
In love with a memory
The shell of the person
You once were
To see a person die
Yet keep on living
Is to know true pain
A tease of the happiness once had
To watch you exist
Knowing who you used to be
And to see what you've become
Completely familiar
But utterly different
When you walked away
There was no point in chasing you
You were already gone
Memories fade
And so will you
 Jul 2015
brooke myers
breathe.
                                   breathe                           breathe.                            breathe.


i                bleed                    at           the                      thought                of
      
          being                           alone                             forever.
  
i                                  already                   am                          alone....



                                       forever.
 Jul 2015
devante moore
War
Walking over empty gun sells
The battlefield decorated with creators
Ground still sizzling from the bombs let loose
Vacant magazine lay in piles
Two forces holding nothing back
Letting bullets fly
Will do anything to claim victory
White flags turned to ash
This is a fight to the death
But before this all started
They had one enemy
The world
When love was around they had each others back
But it dwindle
Now they aim at each other
With no love
Each other they attack
Now this relationship is war
 Jul 2015
devante moore
I love you
But what I've got to do
Will hurt more then the fighting do
This has been coming to a end
I rather lose you then stay and hurt you
We've been drifting apart
Torn from each other by a rippling current
I want to work this out
But we both unfamiliar with change  
We were a long written love play that's been stuck in intermission for to long
This relationship is unhealthy
We both hurting
We both un happy
Even though this may hurt you
I think it's best we go out separate was
Two different shades of color that didn't blend well
It's not something I want to  
Our love has been stained grey  
Went tumbling off the edge of a waterfall
To risky to recover
What I've got to do
Can't be done by you
 Jul 2015
Mohammad Skati
If arrogance is compared to pride , then                                                                 They are two things in opposite directions anytime ...                                          If they are compared ,then                                                                                      They are like two parallel lines anytime ...                                                             If they are greatly and wonderfully compared,then                                             Pride beats arrogance anytime ...                                                                           Arrogance is merely a dead illusion that never                                                      Lasts for ever and ever ,but                                                                                     Pride prevails because it is great and lovely anytime ...
 Jul 2015
Stellar Notions
i wake up
shower
go to work
eat
come home
sleep alone
wake up
shower
go to work
eat
come home
sleep
wake up
drink
go to the bar
drink
buy drinks for the cute girl next to me
get rejected
drink a lot
go home
sleep
sleep
sleep
wake up
but why?
 Jul 2015
devante moore
She sat in the corner
Wrist cut
Dripping blood
Stained walls from her frantic fits
Talking to her suicidal thoughts  
She was plagued by a faulty destiny
So she cursed faith
Living with a permanent heartbreak  
Was just to much for her to take
Her parents often reminded her she was a mistake
She was the tool they let there anger out on
Used as a punching bag
And gift verbal abuse
Plus her dad kissed on her when mom wasn't around
No friends
Disgraced by society because she loved her own ***
Death is the only thing she has at stake
To her the world was cruel
Proof you don't have to die to get to hell
God wasn't listed in one of her beliefs
This blade her only relief
This is her religion
She learned to get rid of one pain feel another
The only thing she could control
As long as she has this she needs nothing else
It's why she slits her wrist
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