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 Oct 2015
Samantha Dietz
Her life lost in a lonely, soulless world
She wandered, searching for the sand to stand
Dwelling in the dark, fighting frigid seas
She wrote plays, poems and pieces of art
A teller of tall tales, a petit princess
Clad in the costume of a wanderer
Her soul, happy as a bird in its bath
But a black cloud cluttered her brain
Lost like dust in a lonely desert
This Dawn would never peak past dark nights again
 Oct 2015
mikecccc
You raised the dead
Though not very well
The thing you resurrected
May breathe may even walk
But that special something
Just isn't there anymore
I suppose it's stuck
In the grave.
 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
Wherein the Angel's dieth
The world doth cryeth;
And the world doth falleth
Wherein the Angel wings don't flyeth.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Oct 2015
Dark n Beautiful
Band- aid  doesn't fix bullet holes
people **** each other.

People reached for the weapon
and pulled the trigger
people **** each other.  Why?

http://www.vox.com/2015/6/23/8833529/mental-illness-mass-shootings
 Oct 2015
Pax

I took a pass on how risky love was,
and take the easy road
that was laid upon me...

Then I realize
i miss some chances
on happiness
just to
shape-up a future
that will always be uncertain...

Sometimes I think I made the wrong choices, just to made myself better, ready and stable to someone, only to end up being afraid to love someone, afraid that I might not be good enough, afraid if someone see my flaws they will just leave me heartbroken. Now I am just used to being alone, not wanting to take charge on love, thinking that it is not really meant for me, or nobody would...
 Oct 2015
eb
Will do:

anything
everything
something

To have:
you
us

...Again
 Oct 2015
eb
around and around,

deeper and deeper,

it sinks without a sound

while the silence grows louder.

stirring strong

wandering weak

yearning you

missing me
 Oct 2015
eb
78
I wish I had more to say
but life doesn't work that way
especially when you lost your love today.
I really think
that it is just a sin.
That when there is trouble
The Big Boys join in.

They all come across
saying that they'll make a change
and then somebodys World
they will then rearange.

The US and Russia
along with us Brits
don't want it that way
so we blow it to bits.

We give guns to him,
supply arms to another.
Then we sit back and watch
as Brother kills Brother.

Who are we to guide?
Who are we to preach.
When we cling on to their assets
like a blood ******* leach.

We should leave others alone
till our own house is done,
yet we watch as our schools
become run by the gun.

Where now it's the norm
to be shot as we learn,
just as long as big commerce
is able to earn.

Those who should know better
don't know how to behave
Happy to see
another Child in a Grave.

So you Big Boys go elsewhere
because it's well known
that if you come to play
you come armed with a Drone.

While you're sitting back
comfy in your armchair.
You can relentlessly ****
from a place that's not there.

Then when you pull the plug
and remove your devices
we are faced with a problem
of people making bad choices.

We have made problems worse!
We have let people down
and when we get a world crisis
we'll react with a frown.

We don't want them here.
They cannot go there.
A whole host of humanity
who is welcome Nowhere.

We created this problem!
We created this way.
So in the future
keep The Big Boys away.
3rd October 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
 Oct 2015
DaSH the Hopeful
With my teeth gritted against my grandfather's wrist watch
                            I put the dope in my veins
      The ideas it contains
Make me numb for a while
    So numb I don't realize the metal twist and snap between my jaws
Okay, no, I do not do any kind of hard drug, the dope is a metaphor for poetry itself. The watch both time and heritage.
 Oct 2015
damsel in distress
I was afraid of love
It's just heartaches and sufferings
I forbid myself from falling
Because I know
No one would catch me but the ground
Then there was you

You said you were falling
I was ready to fall in love with you
But when I was falling really fast
That's when I realized
You were not with me
You had a parachute on

I fell
But no one was there to catch me
I loved
And I don't think I could ever love again
Cause Im broken
You've broke me beyond repair
 Oct 2015
Mem zepper
When I die of this love
Come ... carve “fool”
On my grey stone

I walk a coward’s path
I am only beautiful
When I am alone

I know now there is a cure
That God does not possess
It is him! And not me!
Whom should step forward and confess

Though I never told you a lie
My reward was not the truth
Because our love got lost and so
At middle age I am finally sick of youth,

The outline of my soul is missing
You left me behind without
Letting go of my hand.

And now what is the order of the day?
For I am flying in the disorder of the night
A bird that knows not where to land.
13 poems and 1 song available now on Kindle £3.95 http://www.amazon.co.uk/13-Poems-Song-Mem-Zepper-ebook/dp/B014YUSRXI …
 Oct 2015
Mysterious Aries
POESY WHERE IMAGINATION RULES
HALLUCINATION, OCCURRED EVENTS THAT TRANSLATED IN WORDS
POET FOLLOWED HIS OWN WILL
AS FREE AS THE WIND BLOWS
AND ITS HAPPY TO HAVE LIBERTY

THERE HE CAN CLAIM DEMONS AS HEROES
FORM AN EXQUISITE LIFE
THINGS THAT EYEWITNESS BY ONLY ONE PERSON
AS WITH *******,  LOVE WITH THE AIR
BUT HIS VIEW ARE THOSE BEAUTIFUL NYMPH
MAKING LOVE WITH HIS MIND MADE CREATION

T'WAS HIDDEN IN THE DARK
BUT BY THE USED OF HIS PEN
REVEALED IN THE LIGHTS

HIS WORDS ARE POWERFUL AS GIANTS
ARE ALIVE AND KICKING
VICTIM ARE THOSE GUILTY PEOPLE
SOME AROUSE HATRED IN THEIR HEARTS

SOME POETS ATTACKS THOSE COY PEOPLE
THOSE PEOPLE WHOSE WORDS MEANS A HELPING HAND
THOSE PRETENDS TO HAVE A PIOUS LIFE
BUT THE TRUTH IS
HAVE AN ABYSSES OF ILL WILL IN THEIR HEARTS

HE CAN WRITE AGAINST THOSE HOLY PEOPLE
ON HOW PRIEST *******
SATAN DEFEATED HIS GREATEST FOE
AND HOW HE RULED THE WORLD PEACEFULLY

POET CAN DO THOSE THINGS AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE
SOMETIMES LAMENTATION INVADE HIM
BUT WITH OR WITHOUT OBSTACLE
HE'LL DO IT WITHOUT FEAR
AND THERE'S NO CONTRITION ON POETS HEART
SO AT THE END HE CREATED SOMETHING
...... HIS MASTERPIECE......


written: feb. 27, 2000 @ 1:00 pm

Mysterious Aries
One of my old stuff... Quite dark, but it deserve to be heard...
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