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 Jan 2016
devante moore
I don't need to be held
Or hug
Kissed or touched
Comforting is something to much
Trusting in people makes me sick
My face turns blue
Like the blood is being ****** out of me from a tick
Tried before
Highly disappointed
Only loved once
Epic fail
No longer will I wallow and wail
Feeling sorry that I messed it up
I've accept my demons
More like embraced them freely
Comforting is just something I don't need really
To long on my own
I've embraced solitude
And lived in seclusion
Made her my wife
And had a few children
Cold on the inside
Drink loneliness from a well
And all the coins in the world
Will not wish this well
 Jan 2016
devante moore
This will be the death of me
Like an empty bottle of prescription pills
Sitting on the sink
Honesty
Has me on the brink
Sore throat
Drowning myself without something to drink
All because of the truth
But now I see
All you wanted was fragments
Like a chipped tooth
To me honesty heals
Like chicken noodle soup
But to you
It hurts
Guess you rather me tell you the sky isn't blue
Honesty kills
In the first degree
Heart rate dissipate  
Your lips glow blue
And ***** oozes out of you
Your skin temperature becomes bipolar
Hot then cold
You can feel the life leaving you
Honesty kills
Like an overdose on pills
 Jan 2016
devante moore
What I felt for you is gone
Naked an bare
I no longer care
I loved you
But no
Your love is polluting my air
It's hard to breath
With these thoughts of you
So much within me
It grows from the roots of my hair
But I no longer care
I'm done chasing
Now I'm just casing what I felt in a bottle  
Hosting it out to sea
And stare as the lapping waves
Gravitate it away from me
And if some how some way it ever makes its way back
I won't be here
Because I don't care
 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
If
Exercise makes us healthy
Prayers make our hearts purest.
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
If
A poor man
Gives a soft word to someone
He is the richest person in society
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2016
SøułSurvivør
"Now faith is the substance
of things hoped for;
the evidence of things not seen."
Hebrews 11:1

Faithful in His answered prayers
you can't tell me He's not there
I would swear before a judge
who's ten feet tall, and holds a grudge
I would tell a court of law
what I've witnessed. what I saw
my testimony you may find
is a 180° change of mind
I still walk. I laugh. I breathe
the aura of God's love received
I was headed for an ugly death
I owe the Lord my very breath
If He had not intervened
my poetry would not be seen

Hallelujah!
Praise His Name!
To live is Christ
to die is gain!

Hallelujah!
Praise the Lord!
By the Lamb

*I AM RESTORED!
Another plug-in for
the Most High!

Jesus Christ!

♡ HALLELUJAH!!! ♡
 Jan 2016
devante moore
At the crossroads
I made a deal with her
That If she saved me
I would give my life to her daily
She would become my prescription pills
As the deal was sealed
Taming my pain
As others were slain
In the sacrifice of her name
Poetic justice she exclaimed
She was beauty
A living symphony  
And I plague with devotion
To show I'm faithful and capable
I don't stop until my fingers bleed
She doesn't need anyone else but me
Writing scriptures
Until she had her fill
A slave to the pages
To satisfy her nonexistent cravings
I'd scribe to her till my dying days
Without her I'd go insane
She's all I have left
Poetry
 Jan 2016
Abdullah Ayyash
I do as well agree
This world is a sad one indeed
Earth can never be a place of peace
When evil still spread its seeds
Earth can never be home again
When selfishness continue to breed
History told us its tales
With the voice of its victims
And written when they bleed
Cut those pages in million pieces
And make them fire's feed
No magic wand can solve everything
It's only justice, what we really need
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
January 7th, 2016
 Jan 2016
devante moore
Frog legs and boiled eggs
Hair from an ogre
A bone from a rats shoulder
Rabbits feet and a 1000 year old dragons teeth
I can smell the odor of what's brewing on the stove
Oozing from the crock ***
A potent potion
Made to bewitched with one sip
A touch of it on your lips
And you slip under its spell
Thoughts of your own expelled
As you fall deeper
From the concoction
Your world turned upside down
As your bound from this liquid drug
That gave you the case of the love bug  
Once you consumed the cursed beverage
You found love but not In the right way
And from the drink I took a sip
That you slipped infront of me
 Dec 2015
devante moore
For money and gold
For you
His life was sold
Gave his location
In sin you gave into temptation
Then with a greet of a kiss
From your deceitful lips
He was betrayed
By you
A heart that was lost and filled with greed
But in this transaction you went insane
Infected
Cursed
In your realization
You tried to get reimbursed
But your faith was sealed
For the prophecy had to be fulfilled
And as you stood at the top of the hill
Beneath a tree past its prime
You hung yourself
Until the kicking in your feet went
 Dec 2015
devante moore
Your soul is in clothes
Fine Lenin to cover your ligaments
It was your God on Sunday
Prayed to it on Monday
Emotions could be felt in your denim
In the stitches of the fabric pumped life like they were your veins  
Heartbrokenness comforted in your tight boyfriend jeans
In your back pocket sat your heart
Where it couldn't be seen
The expensive products you powered yourself in made you feel like a queen
Inside these clothes you were royalty
It gave you power
Smirked at those who looked in awe
A sin if you didn't look good
You were strong in your religion
Curses those who didn't dress like you
This was your life
An you would sacrifice it all to look this nice
 Dec 2015
devante moore
Away from the beach
Couldn't stand the stickiness of the sand
Beneath the waves
Lost between the tides
When the ocean waves rise
A step out to sea
Hoping to walk upon the water
Trying to break the borders of this world
But instead of gliding
You sinked
Like you had concrete on your feet
And as you looked down
It was your hands pulling you
Helping you drown
As the water filled your lungs
You finally felt full
The weight of emptiness
Heavier then you predicted
Frustrated cause you wasn't blessed with the gift of being optimistic
So you just sit there
Floating
Sinking deeper in the ocean
Not waiting on a savior
That would mean you've been hoping
Cursed with this feeling that you have to do everything alone
And the lack of cure for this curse
Has made this curse strong
It Imbedded itself in your bones
Suspended in animation
Carried by the ocean
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