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 Oct 2015
devante moore
I hate that I love you
But love that I hate you
I remember how we used to be
Back then I loved you so freely
It came naturally like breathing
Sometimes painful like a babies teething
In Distress without you like a quitting smoker
But lately hate has been formed
Planted like a seed
Grew quickly like weeds
And if you digest it
Poisonous like stinging bees
Who knows how far my love for you go
But now the hate just simmers like heated coals
 Oct 2015
devante moore
I loved before
She was my surfboard
Our love created the waves
But as the water subside
So did our fire that could engulf any flame
Snuffed out by rough hands
Choked until it suffocated
Stuck in low tide  
Now what I felt has gone and hide
Could it ever be found
To afraid to be betrayed
To caution to put up my heart for auction again
No bidder can ever win
My heart behind a stripped locked
Cause by the wrong keys
But I ask
Could I ever fall again
 Oct 2015
devante moore
I do this to forget
If these shots are wind
Then I'm chasing after air
Touching the glass
Rubbing the outer rim
Kissing it like I'm having an affair
Aware of the consequences
But if this is the only way to ease the pain
Then the burden I will bare
Shots in till I can't comprehend
This thing called love drove me here
Sat me in the car
Started the engine
Poured me a glass
And sat and stared
She refilled the glass when it was full of air
3 shots in and I still cant cope
The liquid burns my throat
Feel like I'm being choke
It's hard to breath
She hands me another drink
But it feels like shes the one who tied a noose to this rope
It's her who I want to forget  
Now I'm six shots in
 Sep 2015
devante moore
Hopefully his forgiveness can outweigh these sins
Use to walk the path of light
But now somehow I slipped into the dark
I've been parked there
Like a car that won't start
Hopefully we can go to heaven
Cause these eyes fall on wicked things
Wondering if I like what I see
Hoping his grace can spare thee
Hopefully we can go to heaven
I want to be what's past the clouds
And I'm saved
This earth is hell and wants to **** me
I pray
That I don't fall into its shackles like a slave
Hopefully we can go to heaven
 Sep 2015
devante moore
Where is the real me
I'm not who I use to be
When did I become so cold
I know longer feel things
They've become stiff like a corps
Not yet rotten from being underground
Coffin nailed shut
Paralyzed
Numb to the vision of her love
Buried to deep for it to reach me
When did I become so far gone
To selfish to feel things
Why can't I care for someone else
To afraid to let someone in
Maybe this is the real me
Lost inside
On the trek to recover these emotions
Until then I can't live
Because I died
 Sep 2015
SG Holter
Beyond the reach of castle wall
Shadows, calloused hands shield tired
Eyes from the unrelenting sunlight
Burning red shoulders and humble
Harvests.

Plow for sword, horse for labour,
Opposite of knight and royalty.
Hands that only take life for nutrition
Wave back at the queen standing
In the cottage doorway, smiling.

Apron cape, head proud beneath the
Invisible crown of motherhood.
Needs no throne, a woman so strong
She never sits.
Life is perfect in the eyes and hearts

Of those content with little.
May lightning split the skies and water
Pour upon these fields.
Our gold is oat, we need no moat to
Protect the walls of our home.

No foe invades for so little.
Ashes of dead distant stars; this soil.
Watered with the sweat of generations.
I would fight for this land.
I do so every day.
all the tables
are turned
but
all the chairs
are remained
frozen

©IGMS
you can make
all the tables
turned
but you forgot
that there are also
some chairs
to turned
 Sep 2015
devante moore
Let's make this a home run
Hit it out the ball park
Hope we don't strike out
Foul ***** sent to the parking lot
Cars dented , windows shattered
The frustration in my swings
Has me angrily trying to hit everything
Hoping to when this game of love
So many times have I struck out
Walked with my head down to the dug out
Ashamed
Cause with you on my side I thought this was a winnable game  
But I could never get past third base
Home runs stolen from me
What a waste
So much effort in my swing
This game has taken so much of me
Trying to hit it out the ballpark
Will take all of me
But I don't want to lose myself for the sake of the game
 Sep 2015
devante moore
He doesn't quit
Until his knuckles are numb
Or his arms become to heavy to lift
Bruised and swollen
He stands over her, panting  
Like a predator
After a long chase of its prey
His fist are Bone breakers
And he keeps her in place with these
To afraid she doesn't leave
He hit so she will behave
Harder just in case she becomes to brave
When he's drunk his fist cascade down upon her
Until her ribs sing
She ***** up and take blow for blow
Until finally
She's gifted unconsciousness
From the transactions of his fist
 Sep 2015
Grace
A blue tourmaline sky hung above,
Wispy grass stood steady,
Only swaying, occasionally,
To the song of the bush cricket.

He lay down in the open air,
And traced unseen words across the sky,
Ink forever wet, forever dry,
Unwritten poems, lost to the afternoon.
I may add more to this
 Sep 2015
devante moore
This is getting harder then before
Putting words together
Like cutting hide from a boar
When I was with you
Ink flowed out of my pen
Each stroke undoubtedly written by you
But now writing is getting harder to do
Who knew
Everything I wrote was inspired by you
But now my well runs dry
Everything I start gets casted into a fired
Caught up in the flames
Before it can see the light of day
Trapped behind a wall of shame
I lost the will to write When I lost you
Now the ink in my pen is empty
 Aug 2015
devante moore
Why do we write
Maybe to help us fight
To express with words
Maybe to show everyone an insight
To show what we've been through
A way for you to pull through
Is this an outlet for you
Or just harmless fun
Why do we write
Is it to show the world what you stand for
Maybe to express
Trying not to repress the angry,bitterness and sadness within you
This is how we escape
Get away from what's hurting you
Our own never land
Built in our minds
Shown like blue prints through the lines you read
Our own Galaxy we create
Out of pain we make
Through struggle these words were conceived
Why do we write
Who knows just read
 Aug 2015
devante moore
What was one dreamed
Died before it could live
Plans of this
Gone before it could be birth
Back into the depth of the earth
Buried deep down in me
Thought it would happen in this lifetime
Silly me
Love a shadow I could never see
Cast out
Faded right in front of me
Hidden by a blazing rage
Burnt out
Thought it would be she
But not in this lifetime
Not for me
Once a dream
Long died before it could be seen
Love
Not in this lifetime for me
Maybe in another lifetime
She...
We...
Maybe in another lifetime
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