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 Nov 2015
a
city of love painted crimson but not
for the passion and hope but
for the blood staining the streets
in unworthy unbelonging abode.
and i'm sorry. there is a place inside
me that aches and screams and yearns
and apologises.
those who committed these acts of
****** are not muslims as they so
proudly call themselves, there is only
one word for this type of man and it is
murderer.
im so sorry
 Nov 2015
Got Guanxi
twisted blue soul,

everyone says their blue for you,
not me,
not me.

they told me you were beautiful,
i can’t see,
i can’t see.

they said you had a twisted blue soul,
that can’t breathe,
that can’t bleed.

i didn’t believe those rumours,
gold.
can’t be,
can’t be.

the blue prints in the news prints shown,
that
gifted
twisted
bluest
soul,

ice cold shoulders,
bold.
why me?
*why me?
 Nov 2015
james arthur powell
I've been baptized twice, and God himself couldn't save me when I wasn’t ready.
 Nov 2015
moss
my mind is always filled up with clutter
like butterfly wings, my thoughts flutter
back and forth they go from this to that and back
overthinking leads to constant anxiety attacks
every minute, sound, every little noise
distracts me, breaks down my temporary poise
no detail ever escapes my acute notice
making it nearly impossible to focus
I cannot simply think of just one thing
for there are far too many connecting strings
that tie me to brand new topics that start rolling
as I keep the old thoughts still ongoing
sometimes I almost enjoy it
other times it makes me have a fit
but oh well, it's just me and my brain
until I'm kicked out by a migraine

so what? my head's a little bit scattered
but is that really always what matters?
 Nov 2015
Joe Cole
Just watched the remembrance service
Just as I do every year
Commemorating all those brave boys and girls
Who over the years made the final sacrifice
Did they do it for God queen and country
No
They gave their young lives for the comrades beside them
Apologies to you believers
But they didn't die with Gods name on their lips
They died scared, covered in blood and ****
Yes
We should remember them
 Nov 2015
amy emma
you told me i was your home
and then you moved out
but you didn't even pack
you left your things lying all around
as if to tease me by saying,
"I'll be back"
we both know you won't
you already bought new things
and found someone else to unpack them with
In my arms lies a broken angel.
Her golden halo strung from her neck.
Her arms are covered in battle wounds, That spell out the hateful words that she always listened to.
I gently brushed her blonde locks from her face and kissed her eyes, whispering to her, once again, another good night.
I then gently laid her down in a bed of roses to let her sleep away the monsters.
Those that haunted her innocence and stole her youth.
Those that put her in the predicament of her broken heart
For my beautiful little Rose. I care for you so much and I want you to stay strong...

This was a poem I wrote a year ago for my best friend, who was contemplating suicide, and decided to finally post it.

©LogenMichel copyright 2015
 Nov 2015
jace
it's cloudy out
and I can tell you're feeling like the sky, about to bust
you seem to say too much or maybe too little,
and you're holding on to all the things you shouldn't be holding on to
but how the hell are you supposed to let go if your hands are about to break?
so you sit and trace the veins that only she used to trace,
and they never ask you how your insides feel,
only how the outside looks
but you say to yourself that's okay,
because they don't need to know anyway
the essence of you is still threaded in her,
and you can feel the strings withering away
so you write letters you'll never send saying,
"If you can still breathe without me,
just know your pride is less fragile than the person you're hurting
and it's about to rain here."
You are heaven on earth
Even your thought
Is a divine intervention
I've every second of my existence
You are the most gorgeous soul
Never seen anyone as
Beautiful as YOU

My thirst of adoring you
Will never quench ever
I can keep on thinking about you
Watching your images
Talking with you -
Alone in my solitude

Your eyes,& those dark eyebrows
Your ears & that elusive ear-ring
Your fingers & that gold ring
Your wrist & the white dial wrist-watch
Your feet & those trimmed nails
Your lips & that disarming smile
Your teeth like pearls
Your breathe of fresh flowers
And your body aura with angelic fragrance
I waited everyday for you
To walk in my LIFE

Only those
unlucky & unfortunate
Wretched souls
Will walk & talk with you
Normally
As if nothing has affected them

Not ME...
NOT ONE WITH HEART...

Once in touch of your mystique
How can one forget you ever?

LOVING you is
The starting point
Of rendezvous
DYING in your LOVE
Is the annihilation
One prays to happen
In your LOVE

You are in front of my eyes
Blooming endlessly
I dive into you
Your face, Your eyes
your every bit of being
What makes YOU... YOU
I adore the naturalness
The infinite eternal beauty
YOU shower & bless us with

When I Miss YOU
I write like this
In praise of YOU
Respecting, adoring, caring &
LOVING YOU...

Missing You like Hell
 Nov 2015
Hannah McMullan
She cries and screams at the accusations unsaid
But really she’s battling the darkness in her head

Writhing her fingers in the palm of her hand
Sweating, pacing, yet still her feet stand

Movement everywhere surrounding her skies
But the blinding light covers up her cries

Mouth wide open, yet no sound comes out
But look in her eyes, you’ll see the monster pounce.

In these lives of yours and mine
Which self will be revealed in the troubling times?
 Nov 2015
C
You don't care
Maybe you never did
I guess I knew that
I just wanted it so bad
I wanted you so bad
But that's my luck
Getting it but never you
Oh well
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