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 Nov 2014 LonelyPoet
PrttyBrd
There are choices to make and*  choices  that make  **you
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 Nov 2014 LonelyPoet
Carolin
The core of your
true self is never
lost nor turned to
ashes and dust.
Believe in so
because it's a must
for you to trust in
the core of your self
and crawl out from
under that crustacean
shell you've been hiding
in as to protect you from
one's own hell* ~
Write something worth reading
Read something worth sharing
Say something worth repeating
Give something worth getting
Choose something worth keeping
Sacrifice something worth giving up
Go somewhere worth seeing
Eat something worth tasting
Hug something worth holding
Buy something worth treasuring
Cry tears worth shedding
Do something worth watching
Risk something worth protecting
Listen to something worth hearing
Teach something worth learning
Be someone worth knowing
This mask is too tight,
I can't seem to get it off.
I put it on so long ago,
I never thought it'd get stuck.
It's been so long I can't remember,
I can't remember what I look like.
All I've known for so long is the mask.
But I've always fit the mask so well,
I can't seem to pull it off of me.
I put it on so long ago.
I put it on too tight.
It's form-fitted to me now...
Can anyone help me rip it off?
Please...
I'm begging...
~~~

Tonight I read a poet's work
I didn't like a bit!
But he didn't seem to be the sort
To have such a poem writ...

I commented and asked him
Why he wrote the piece
It was so dark and evil
Not like him in the least!

I made an educated guess
That he wrote the ****
To see if people'd "like" it
Because they didn't READ!

I got an answer right away
It was a sad affair
He had done as I had guessed
And planted that work there!

I must admit I sometimes feel
Like "glossing" through a work
Then I think of the time you spend
And feel like a ****...

People PLEASE! Remember!
Make this judgement call
If you can't spend the time to read

... then do not read at all!


♥ SoulSurvivor
~~~

This is a TRUE STORY.

~~~
just a kiss
just a sting
pluck a root
pluck a wing
you will die
and it won't show
you don't have so far to go

just a lie
just a tale
yank a hair
yank a nail
i will tease
i will rave
i will put you in your grave

just a flick
just a feignt
**** the sinner
****.the saint
go over to the wishing well
that's where you make
your place in hell

archbishop of agony
you have sold your soul to me

i will steal your last breath
for i am the duke of death

you will hear this last refrain
for I am the king of pain


(c) soulsurvivor
based on the song
"King of Pain"
by The Police
Me
Maybe I'm done being
Just a nobody
Waiting for my voice to be heard
People to point and whisper
Its her.

I'm done being just a shadow
A face in the faceless crowd
Im gonna fly like a sparrow
And drown the chatter out.

People are going to freeze
When they hear me speak.
Or so thats the plan
But I'm the white crayon,
And there no more more black paper.

Im so done leading,
This useless life!
Can't make people smile,
Can't end the fights.

So watch me rise!
Watch me reach my peak!
Make a new mountain,
In only a week.

Never stop rising,
Stop being the best me.
At least thats the plan,
The brightest crayon.
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