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m i a Feb 2016
i remember someone saying, life was a game,
i forgot his or her name,
but i sure as heck know, that life and a game are definitley not the same.
unfinished. collab?
  Feb 2016 m i a
Boaz Priestly
Let me take you
into my arms
paint your body into
immortality
I will let you
burn your fingertips
into my heart
and you'll never be forgotten
  Feb 2016 m i a
qyrah
In a messed up world
Where money is gold
And respect is gone for the old
How do you expect me to mold
Where trust is a gone case
And money and fame are all you would have ever wanted
In a place where peer pressure is shamed
Even though we are all pressured peers
Where body, hair and face is all that matters
And smiles are taken for granted
Children are slaughtered
Elders don’t matter.
Where there is no one to miss      
For attention could be your sole bliss
“WAKE UP AMERICA” we say
When the best get away would be to be in a deep slumber
Away from judging eyes and first world problems
Then to be awake and fully cautioned
All we want is to be known
To be grown in a place where money falls like rain
Fake people, fake smiles, and fake relationships
So please tell me how you want me to live in a place
Where the air is contaminated with selfishness and greed
Where breaking hearts is considered to be “cool”
And bodies are left uncovered for selfless people to drool.
In this society doll faces are wanted and
Dark people are known as unfortunate
Where race, gender and caste define you
Save me from what I am forced to become
And forgive me for not following your muddy footsteps leading to mindless conceptions
Because I refuse to let your demons swallow this earth with tarnished imbecilic opinions
I want to make my own footsteps that leave engraved pleasure.
      

                                                                                    -s.s.s
  Feb 2016 m i a
ArthurDKid
I want to run away
I want to be someone else
I want to hide from love
I am scared of love

I was ok and doing fine.
I was on the top.
I was beautiful.
Now It's all worse and heavy.

I thought love is good.
It was ecstatic.
I thought I could do more with Love.
But I was badly hit and burnt.

Craving so much
So thirsty to taste it again
with this shaking in me
I will not last

Now I feel lost in a labyrinth
The feeling of being dragged back
to the feeling of losing someone
no escape; chained and marked

It's unbearable
like seeing Death
that ***** happiness
the anguish

please save me
  Feb 2016 m i a
nivek
a dry mouth, after the fire,
ravaged
by the poets heart.
m i a Feb 2016
you used to be my oxygen that kept me alive,
but now you're my poison, and i can barely survive.
but somehow im still breathing. <3
  Feb 2016 m i a
TreadingWater
...and I th>ou>ght
about. your. hands...;... hands
that hold coffee cups & £ittle hands
andpensandwhiskeybottles
and books... & books & books &then;
I ¡¡wanted¡¡ them...all
                                 [ over. ]
                                           me ...
#in _ side me...
I want
t _ h _ e _ m _ ....
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