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 Aug 2014 Madzq
Mercurychyld
Life throws
live bombs at you;
abuse,
cruelty,
manipulation by
‘so called’
loved ones,
betrayal of trust,
****** of innocense,

all contributing
to the grand design
and creation of a
sorrowful, raging monster;
a special breed.

You come to
discover and sharpen
the only real
weapons
you possess…

YOUR WORDS.

These words
become like machetes,
cutting and chopping
through bone.

These words
become the lethal
bullets that
penetrate
deep into the
crevices of
heart and mind.

Somewhere,
within the vast
depth of yourself
you find a strength
and courage,
in between
the layers of
rusted scars,

creating a new
persona,
one who will
stand up for you,
when your fragile
‘self’
cannot.

This creature
takes the brunt
of the hurt
and fear
directed your
way.

Those that pretend
to love you,
yet cause only harm,
witness this savior
you’ve borne,
and have the nerve
to be offended.

Often these
Pretenders
find it quite
entertaining to
watch and listen

as you tear
another apart.

That is,
until you turn,
and point your revolver…

at THEM.

Bang! Bang! goes
that gun,
and down they go,
obliterated
by your own hand,
and you can
only offer up
an amused grin…

as they
bite the bullet!


~ by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Retaliation, revenge, Karma
 Aug 2014 Madzq
pat
dang it
 Aug 2014 Madzq
pat
tried my best
to write a poem
10 words or less
I was so close
 Aug 2014 Madzq
Ayman Zain
Alone
 Aug 2014 Madzq
Ayman Zain
I feel lonely
So very lonely
but everyone is lonely
So i know i'm **not alone
 Aug 2014 Madzq
J
Our
Hellos
And
Good byes
And
I love yous
Have been
Mapped out in the stars that
Dangle above our
Sleeping heads
 Aug 2014 Madzq
Tryst
Rita was a battery hen
And every day was bleak;
For her, life's stage was just a cage,
And meagre corn her only wage,
But things all changed for Rita when
She learned that she could speak.

She overheard the farmer say
"That cage is getting weak,
That's not just dust, but flakes of rust
And if the hens gave one quick ******
They'd all be free to run away
And we'd be up the creek!"


She waited till the dark of night,
Then pushed into the gaps;
The bars were old, the bars were cold,
It seemed as though the bars would hold,
But Rita shoved with all her might
And felt the cage collapse!

She ran right out the farmyard
In the moonlight, dim and pale;
No more is known of where she's flown,
I hope she found a lovely home,
Perhaps she'll send a greeting card
To tell of her next tale!
For Joe Cole's "Freedom" challenge
 Aug 2014 Madzq
anna
again?
 Aug 2014 Madzq
anna
i see the sadness in your eyes when you think no one is looking
and my insides are screaming because there is n o t h i n g i can do
the way you curl up to protect yourself
i know that feeling
i k n o w
because i feel it every single day of my life
i still the way you felt against me
locked in your arms i've never felt so safe

{KAH}
I miss you
 Aug 2014 Madzq
Jaee Derbéssy
I have emotions
locked away in my journal.
Knowing when I die,
my ashes will fly,
but my written emotions
will be eternal.
I choose not to
let them free,
'cause I know if I do
they'll be on a
rampage.
 Aug 2014 Madzq
Redshift
i have bitemarks on me
from you loving
too hard
scratches on you
where i didn't want to let go
but suddenly
the battle
is over
the breathless tangle
at an end
i forgot where i begin
and you did it
on purpose
the bitemarks
you left on me
are sore
and so is anything
that once was
in my chest
love makes me
bleed
love makes you
violent
love makes us
make
war
sorry if this is a bit explicit. it's not actually about ***, for the record. it's an analogy about incompatibility, *******
 Aug 2014 Madzq
Stripper Thoughts
Fake hair
Fake name
Fake nails
Fake game

Fake smile
Fake tan
Fake brow
Fake can

Fake laugh
Fake lips
Fake brow
Fake ****

Buried deep
Under all this fake
Is a girl
With money t' make
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