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 Sep 2014 Mir
Jessica-Amaya
I'm hurt
I'm upset
I'm done

I can't do this anymore

I can't keep going everyday thinking about you
While the only thing on your mind is her

I wish I was her
I wish I meant what she means to you

But I don't
And that's okay
It's time to move on
To keep walking

One day you'll realize what you missed out on

And you'll come back

But I won't be there

Ever again
Because I'm done with your games
Your lies
Your hugs
Everything

Goodbye
It hurts a lot but I've spent to long on you and it's time to get on with my life
 Sep 2014 Mir
Kelsey Jean Allen
I want to be angry
to lash out
to punch the wall
to make everyone feel
what i feel
but for some reason
my body won't get angry
my hands won't roll into fists
my attitude won't lash out
and my words speak nothing but kindness
 Sep 2014 Mir
Kyra Elise
Abaddon
 Sep 2014 Mir
Kyra Elise
Lost
in a body
she should have had all her life.

Yet
she doesn't
know who she really is.

Dark
is what
she was made of.

An Angel
is who
she began as.

Then
with Lucifer
she fell.

Purple
and black
hair that falls down her back.

Piercing
purple eyes,
the color of African violets.

The Stench
of death
surrounds her.
A poem about a fictional character I recently created.
 Sep 2014 Mir
Krista Abraham
I could live and live and never die
I have this thing where I write and write and try to tell a story through these ink splattered words.
I could live and live and live and never die
Through the mountains we walk, and the deserts we run.
And we run until we find love.
I could never ever die until the wishing well is well overflown.
I will fill it and fill it with all the wishes of the world
And we will continue to walk the mountains and run the deserts and search and search for the love we felt.
But we will never die because we will live and live and never die.
 Sep 2014 Mir
amt
Mineral
 Sep 2014 Mir
amt
I'm weak.
I so badly want to forgive him.
He's got that cute kind of side smile that you just can't stay mad at,
And those lips like a black hole, pulling everything around, until all you can focus on is him.
His voice is smokey, and I inhale it until I can no longer breathe.
And those eyes
Eyes like sapphires,
But by no means is he a gem.
as a solider i march in the dark
without a soul
without a heart
without your lips
pressed up against mine
your on my mind all day all the time
but still you lie
and pushed me away
so i march like a solider
in the darkness
of my day
there is no light
nothing that shines bright
i have no need to go to bed
to think of you
to rest my head
instead ill cry
and drown in all these tears
ive kept this pain
in my heart all these years
so you finally need to know
that your the reason i never show
your the reason i march in the dark
without a soul
without a spark.
 Sep 2014 Mir
Henry Brooke
CCCP
 Sep 2014 Mir
Henry Brooke
A ship sails empty of reason,
captains fear the treasons.
Silent and smooth is how it'll fall
the cabin-boy shall take the bar.

Blood can be found on every street,
both death and life here meet.
Life is a dying mystery,
pray god has blessed your destiny.

Outside the people's empty homes,
fathers, sons, left alone.
Big Brother dominates, he commands.
A billion voices in one hand.

Absence of imagination,
the End of independent thought.
Cities reek of corruption, ******
and the greatest of sins.
They raise and **** in
by the millions
yet only some men
seem to win.

The ocean itself is a burden,
bad dreams require a surgeon.
Twist well open the sails to Rome
if you flee the country, flee alone.

Between the alleys at this mass
the cross's shadow isn't cast.
Those booklets burn easy, use them well,
let vain ideas fry in hell.

Our viscious masters do predict
the fall of  Troika and rise of  Six.
A crew who drains such futile ink
is sure to drown us down the sink.

Save me from the grim Tomorrows
full of hate deceit and sorrows.
Oh, it's not about tyranny,It's human kind.
Justice is neverreally blind.

Glorious eyes
of curve-free posters
used as wallpaper
for the cleanest streets.
Looking up
to their Father
all good citizens
try to weep
the plain and empty tears
the Party demands
them sheep.

Behind the money lies the pain,
into fields fall the rain.
With empty pockets walk the road,
a thousand stories left untold.

I hope one day it could end ,
just by cutting down his head.
They hunt down anyonenot in line,
should we attempt this, is there time ?

Unfathomable ,
his hungry stomach calls for meat;
rotting, green, foul and sweet.
Rank food from the kitchens will be served,
for all the glory
he deserves.
Trapped under the ice,
in nineteen fifty-two.
A marxist society
led by one man,
with hope-filled speeches
but blood on it's hands.
 Sep 2014 Mir
Lauren Cole
Grenade
 Sep 2014 Mir
Lauren Cole
I'm like a grenade.

I just launch myself into other peoples lives and ******’ explode and ****** them emotionally until they're nothing or until I break into a million pieces and disappear.
Does this even count as a poem?
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