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 Apr 2015
Brittany Hope
These boys are all the same
All they do is wanna play childish games
Always saying things that are untrue
Just to get a chance to be with you

It won’t be too long before he calls you his girl
And makes you feel like you’re his world
But get ready for a swirl

Your feelings have deepen for him
But now he’s starting to play with your emotions
He says he wants to keep his options open

Before you know it he’s gone
Making you think you did something wrong
But all along it was he that led you on

These boys are all the same
All they do is wanna play childish games
Always saying things that are untrue
Just to get a chance to be with you
 Apr 2015
DaRk IcE
As the sun drips down upon the edge of the earth, the sky sheds darkness...The pain reminds me I'm still alive. Your face resides in my mind like a tatoo. I can hear your voice and feel your breathe on my neck. When I close my eyes your spirit is here. It helps me cope with your irreversible, constant negligence.

My heart, its amazing because its been beaten, broken, used, torn, kicked, shattered, thrown, cut, stabbed and it still works.

Now that I know how you roll
My heart has taken a toll
Left behind and pushed aside
Now I know that I must decide
The difference between being pushed over and being strong
I know my intentions werent wrong
I fought the good fight
Because I knew it was right
Everything I had to offer
Wasnt enough for him to bother
Its ok, there is a man out there praying for a woman like me, and when I find him, he will see
Im beautiful, ****, loving, understanding, most of all, WORTH IT.
 Apr 2015
Dr Zik
Deceiving others is easy
But not a good deed
Deceiving own self is difficult
One who performs
Remains in difficulties all the life
 Apr 2015
Dr Zik
A plucked and crushed flower
Emits the fragrance
and goes to the last mile
With a smiling and dashing face
At last!
It leaves rosy scars, behind.
As the victims do
With the message
"Do and Die for others"
"As the inner soul of a good one is always the good"
"There is no change coming
whether you oppose or appreciate
"As tears often turn into morning dews
and the morning star is the witness
The message chases the killer till his last breath
In such a way
When one conceives and feels
Neve can forgive his self
"As the impossible task in the world is
Forgiving own self."
 Apr 2015
Sibyl
My heart beats slower the further you step

away from me, the distance we made

is too far to reach. And all along I thought

that a miracle could happen.

But in this I was wronged.

the mirror has shattered,

the reflection, broken

to tiny pieces of you,

and nothing else of me.

And as the days grow longer,

the severed tie

cuts through my skin

and

weakens my bones.

I wish that I could live

for a little bit more

but every step I make

takes a breath away,

and every breath

takes life.

My well has run dry.

And there is nothing else to do

but to sit and cry for

all the things I lost

For every piece that has been shattered

For every tear that I have wept.

I wish

that I could regain my composure

but this too, has been torn down.

I am just empty

and tired

weary

and numb.

And I couldn’t blame you

for I am also responsible

but you rose again like the sun

and I remained

decaying

rotting

dead

holding the shards

of the mirror you broke

even though it hurts

and digging the soil

underneath

for the burial of my heart.
For the girl who likes mirrors.
 Apr 2015
DaRk IcE
Holding out faith through soiled eyes, already carrying Jupiter on my shoulders. Past E and the reserve is on fumes, moving in slow motion down what seems to be a one way street with no end in sight. Life isnt going as I hoped, feeling frail and caught in a whirlwind of despair. Desperate for belonging in a heart I dont fit in. Desperate for eyes which dont see me.  Desperate for hands that won't touch me. Desperate for ears that won't listen to me. Desperate for a voice that won't speak to me. Why oh why do I continue this madness I ask myself every day and I've yet to find an answer...
Putting down some of my feelings about abandonment from someone I love. Its a hard thing to endure and even harder to except when you dont know why...
 Apr 2015
Meztli
They say silence is golden...
So where is the gold then?  
I've been silent but I don't see the profit....
I've been silent and I've been stepped on, trampled on and taken down from my throne.
I've been silent but no good comes my way.
I've been silent and everybody else gets their way.
I've been silently keeping the strains of everyday life wasting away and remaining within me.
I've been silent but I won't be silent anymore.
I raise my voice and speak for justice dignity equality and love.
Silence is not gold silence is copper easily found and not malleable.
 Apr 2015
devante moore
Rest in peace to those we lost
You might be gone
But your memory still lives on
I'm sorry if you had to pass all alone
Just know we regret you fighting death on your own
Hopefully your in a better place
Looking down on us as we rest
Your always in our thoughts
But I'm happy for you
I hope the life you lived was a full one
I hope you had no regrets
Even though your time on earth has past
Hope death greeted you as a friend
But the journey you on has just stared
Because now your in heaven
Your new life has only just began
A friend of mine grandpa just past.. So this for him
 Apr 2015
DaRk IcE
Im not sure if mad says it...I hear your words of fire while getting burned by the flames rolling off of words like *****! Sometimes Im completely, in utter shock like the cat got my tounge, but cats loath me. Memories flash in my mind of my own suffering of things he wouldn't do or didn't do. I took the burdon, I carried the load. I worked magic so our lives didn't turn out tragic. Not one time did I complain, and having to beg for appreciation is ******* insane. At the end of the day my feelings are forced to drift away, be at bay, where they may. Completely alone, isolated, yet in the core of the crowd. Never seen with all eyes on me. Again...I hear the word *****!! I turn around with cat-like reflexes and bellow words from the sword of my tounge like sir Knight himself. My scold is merciless, my point sharp, my sound ultrasonic. My powers brought forth thunder and lighting into his arrogance. Why must I be drained from the blood running through my rolling veins just to be heard...?
 Apr 2015
Jacob Christopher
Another night alone,
another empty bottle and
another ****** poem.
Another pack of cigarettes,
another finished bowl.
Another way to deal with it,
another line of blow.
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