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Honestly, I don't get your purpose.
While others do.
I perfectly believe you an illness to society.

Intimidating women with threats.
Creating drama and bigger messes.
Trying to represent being a man with weapons of guns, knives within hands.

And attracting ladies trying to do the same.
Within reality , it's a complete shame.
Claiming to represent being a family to the fools that hears you.

While killing another over a color of clothes.
Than crying foul when another rival kills your mother.

Don't wait to your child's killed to leave.
When in truth you should adapt to life and grow up.
The only true gang you have is your father, sister, mother and brother.
Maybe, all this time
I was feeling this,
A l l    a l o n e .
. . .
This is not a poem,
But what I feel,
A l l    a l o n g .
Cuts.
 Apr 2016 James Arce
theblndskr
You thought 'twas
something
- - -
Deemed 'twas
everything
- -
But you know it's
nothing.
-
I could be wrong but also right.
And that's life, we always go with nothing.
(Fr my old article)
 Apr 2016 James Arce
CautiousRain
It's so unfair to us roses,
truly,
to be admired by every passing glance,
but what of our desires?

It is only fair we get a chance,
to peruse among such lovely sights,
and instead of glorifying our petals,
we could take fascination in your image.
Me? A softie? No way! Not like...not like I keep comparing him to flowers or anything. Okay, I do. I've got it bad, you guys.
humming slowly
as i sway with this sad song
dancing the rhythm
of this broken sonata
feeling this heartbeat
that started to fade
if only you could see
the dreary tune in this piece
you would rather listen
than see the lyrics within this song
crumpled sheets of paper
scattered all around the floor
with every sheets
there is a written tale of us
seeing this sheets
makes me wonder
when will i be able
to touch the sky?
give me love, darling
give me love cause lately
i am craving for more
give me love, darling
so the tale of these crumpled sheets
will became true
give me love, darling
so this piece will cry with joy
so i beg
like beggar in the street
so i cry
like a baby in a crib
cause lately
i don't understand
why i am craving for more*

give me love, darling

©IGMS 2014
Inspired by the song of ed sheeran
this word alone
can't hurt you
but
what makes it painful
are the people
that surrounds it*

©IGMS
society will always
pull you down and label you
but don't listen to them
stand at the middle
between feeling
and thinking
don't mind them
be who you are
and what you will be
our love is a fiction*
carved from my mind
and written in these*

tattered pages

©IGMS
the tale of love that will never be become true
The clock says 11:11,
but not a wish is made.

We step through a field of dandelions,
still, no wishes are made.

A shooting star above us,
no, not a wish in mind.

All those things are just simply beautiful,
but not for wishes anymore.

You, my love,
are all my wishes come true.

E.T
...And in the end,
All we had were our memories.
Those were more than enough .

-E.T.
end
Towards the end
We always think
About the beginning.

We never
Stood a chance...

-E.T.
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