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 Jul 2018 Kat
Kody dibble
I am an island of words
A boat of passions
And an ocean of curiosity
Life is a journey
 Jan 2017 Kat
Phil Smith
I have **** psychic brainwaves
You have hot sauce in your bones
So let's wreck the competition
In my **** psychic home
 Nov 2016 Kat
Broken
Tomorrow
 Nov 2016 Kat
Broken
Why keep on beating
Broken heart filled with sorrow
Why wake up today
When she was my tomorrow
 Nov 2016 Kat
Broken
Alarm clock**
......
Click.
......
Wake up. Why?
To get out of bed. Why?
To get ready. Why?
To go to work. Why?
To make money. Why?
To pay bills and eat. Why?
To live. Why?
To wake up..... Why?
You were my reason why. Life is not really worth it without a reason.
 Oct 2016 Kat
Crimsyy
A Note
 Oct 2016 Kat
Crimsyy
Anti is a character I've created, not a new poet name. And because characters have their own voice, Anti gets stand - alone poems without my name at the bottom of it. Because it's Anti speaking. The poems between Anti and I are exchanges of conversation, and they go in the order that I post them.. just letting everyone know, in case someone was wondering.
Comment your thoughts!!

Thankyou,

- Crimsyy
 Oct 2016 Kat
Crimsyy
Cold Blooded
 Oct 2016 Kat
Crimsyy
You float around me like pollen,
but you fail to make me sneeze,
take off your veil,
and look me in the eye
before I rip your plans apart
without a single goodbye.

There are things you'll
never take from me,
such as the joy flooding my heart
when his face lights up,
the warmth I feel when I close
my eyes in the sun,
the feeling that I'm actually someone,
You'll never make me feel like no one.

How do I know I have
a beating heart
if I never bleed?
Save giving up for the weak.
I'll save deafness for your words,
no doubt I'll never listen
and they'll go unheard;
save tears for the hurt.


- Crimsyy
 Oct 2016 Kat
Rapunzoll
my mother always said
"don't fall in love with a poet"
they pretend to love you
but what they really love
is writing about loving you
you are mere words to them
feelings cheapened by a page,
dusty grey typewriters,
and many unfinished drafts
of lovers both old and new,
you are the question mark,
but not the answer,
they are searching for ?
person unidentified: mystery
the page wanderer,
each poem a missing
person poster to cover their
bedroom walls.
they cannot love something
that is in their head
poets are the loneliest of
all people, my mother said.
they write to immortalize
what has long passed.
to live within their words,
but not reality,
lost souls writing suicide notes
and proclaiming it art.
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NOTE: i've noticed people sharing this to other sites without having spoken to me about it beforehand, I do not give permission for this and all poems are copyright, keep this in mind.

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my mother never actually said this to me, but i figure i'll probably end up saying it one day if i have children.

it's pessimistic yes, but i know there are exceptions. please don't take to heart. it's more a criticism of myself than all poets. :)
 Oct 2016 Kat
Crimsyy
Existence
 Oct 2016 Kat
Crimsyy
Today,
I just want to exist
without the burden of
a million things plummeting
on my shoulders...
I think life has driven
existence to an airport,
I think it told existence
to fly away,
and now life for living organisms
tastes like decay
and airplanes feel like
a death sentence;
not even up above the clouds
can you find peace;
gunfire and chemicals will still
find you even when you are
10 thousand feet in the air...
Today, I just want to exist
without the burden of fighting
for my own survival
but how could we possibly think
that a ceiling alone could protect us?


- Crimsyy
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