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 Aug 2017
Traveler
Every ring needs a leader
He's not a "con man" just a cheater
Every ****** needs a pusher
She's a lover not a ******

As these gutters open wide
Feel the lust, you're still alive
Allow his words upon bare flesh
Close your eyes and hold your breath

Open up and let it out
Hum, moan, scream or shout
Truly
That's what living's all about

Every ring needs it's leader
He's a Poet with a one track meter
.....
Traveler Tim
About no one in particular... (-:
 Aug 2017
shannea magina
an ambition, a dream
pumped up hearts and faith
we are not as different as them

in the rain, we shivered
when duty calls they say we are brave
but our hands shakes as we gripped the spear

is it the blood,
or is it death?
what of this fear we cannot take?

the droplets turned to angry music
we were terrified
of what?

too scared to lose a roof in the storm
anxiety creeps on our beds
we are sleepless again

our comfort is not ours to keep
because life is a battle
where no one really wins
 Aug 2017
Born
Some  poems are not intended to heal old wounds
but to scorch them

for the pain is the only high we have left
that cares enough to hurt  us
⟁ We shaved our nether parts with broken bottles to celebrate stupidity. My sharp teeth will make short work of this dead elephant!
 Jul 2017
WickedHope
Am I boiling beneath your skin yet
You waged war
When all I wanted was peace
Let's explode
Paint all over our bodies like canvases
I promised to paint you
And you promised me pianos and voices
Loudly roaring and softly muttering
I'm tired of all these promises to never lie
Never hurt me
You can't guarantee your future
Sure as hell not mine
So now that your skin
Bleeds purple and green
From my brush and needle
Are you ready
To believe me
Don't forget to breathe when I boil you through
For it was all you
You waged war
Artists.
INFJ & ISFP.
It's about **** time, Andrew

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