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She was a black rose sitting mindlessly in a field
of blooming poppies....
 May 2016 darktowers
m i a
you were a ****,
and i was a flower,
you held greed,
and i held power,
but one day,
the sun came out,
and with no doubt,
you recieved all the light,
and i had to fight,
to get was rightfully mine,
you kept growing taller,
as i kept getting smaller,
i loss my beauty,
my petals,
you were tearing me apart,
you were weakening my heart,
i'm tired of this,
now is the time,
that i start,
to take back what was mine,
it's going to be a long process,
but i'll just progress,
further than i have before.
for you are the ****,
that holds greed,
and i am the flower,
who holds power.
the **** represents anxiety, while the flower represents all of us who are fighting this terrible mentality. stay strong.
 May 2016 darktowers
Mohd Arshad
Do something magical
Everyone waits for magics
Your talent contains this
Take it to that level
 May 2016 darktowers
Lena LeFay
I once watched us burst into flames
Like I wasn't even involved
The part I played in this nightmare
We created ourselves a long time ago
Was this stupid little ghost
A shadow of human nature
Could you stop violating my soul?
Pretend like it isn't that much fun
Breaking my tortured self
Into millions of pieces
All this pain inside of you
It feels like drowning in icy waves of agony
Captain, oh captain - can't you see?
You're guiding this once solid ship
Towards the edge of forgiveness
How comes, the cooling water can't ease fire's heat?
Trail your foreign tongue down my neck
So that the words may blossom in my throat
Pour your language of love into my mouth
So that it may spill from my lips
Leave your exlir to dry in the corner of my smile
So that when I lick my lips
I will taste this passion
 May 2016 darktowers
Ronney
His sharp words

We're like sparks

Fuel to a torrent of anger

Enough to build a flame

That grew into a raging fire

That was quick to spread

Doming all within its path

Destroying the one at the very core of the fire

Then came the tears in the form of rain

Flooding the earth reducing the fire

To mere flames easily extinguishable

Sparks no longer able to reignite again

All there was to see was the last dying flame

Leaving behind a trail of pain
 May 2016 darktowers
Ronney
Either

you're going fast to nowhere

Or**

going Slowly to somewhere

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~ why do we rush through life?

~ why not just take it slow and enjoy the scenery?

~ the destination is always there but you must decide how to get there
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