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Isabella H Mar 2012
Within this little glass filled with milk that
my dear oh dear use to warm up in the mid day and night,
Now with despare and unpleasent musk of greediness ans selfishness,
I find that my internal self lingering in the same place and time,
but with only the external self in mind to wonder with the obligation of evolution.
Parker  Aug 2014
Trickery
Parker Aug 2014
At last the despare confines in disgression
Be that it dare face furious lethal weapons
A chase for the dawn before it shines so bright
All of the colors we cherish melt like ice
I found something hiding in the back of my mind
Hooked through the cheek reeled in by time
A road not built by man kind
Frozen in place for a poet to ryhme
Sayge Daniels Dec 2020
I don't know what's going on anymore
I feel like they are all falling apart
There's nothing I can do for them.
They slip through my grasp
They continue falling.

Well not anymore
This time I will be there at the bottom with them

When they're all ready to go back up
I'll help them up again.

But I wonder will anyone stay with me
Or will I stay alone in this pit?

I'd rather it be me than them though.
Arcassin B Oct 2014
AB:
So when the last time did you get a call from him,
He must really want you in his follows that Requiem,
I can it make better , if you wanna talk,
If anything I wanna be one you should stalk
Invading all my privacy,
And telling me you love me,
Erase,
The facts,
Clarity,
And lucid memory.

K:
It has been a while since he sang poetry into my heart,
I knew he would be the end of me, from the start,
Enraptured in desire for his love alone,
Waiting all night by the silent phone,
Could I find in you, the comforting voice I need,
Find the flourishing flower of love's rooted seed,
Rewind,
The heartache,
Regret,
And infatuated greed.

AB:
Silence always says a thousand words,
Painted a picture with your sentences when they occur,
You gotta get in the line or despare like everybody else,
No skips , no hold your place, you won't have any help,
Illusions of having wealth,
I plan to see you I can't help myself,
I never got down, on my knees for you,
I'm swimming for your love like Michael Phelps,
Will we fall in love ? The time will tell,
Calling you on the phone with volume excelled.

K:
I hear what your meaning aloud an clear,
Gotta live my life bold with nothing to fear,
Pining over a fool, not worth holding my breath for,
You walked into my life, I kicked him out the door,
Now I want you to understand what I am saying,
No need to swim for my love,
Or getting down on your knees praying,
All I need is a little of your affection,
and a little of your time,
To know if we come together,
like rhythm and rhyme,
Whatever the future holds,
the two of us will find.
Me and kalypso
deprived of the right to breathe..
told not to listen..
left in a room, with nothing but paper and a pen..
instructions on the wall..
left to instruct all..
write down what your mind has brought to you
she looks at her hands..
picks the pencil up and records on the paper..
"i wish not to breathe and told not to listen,
this room is nothing but lonesome despare, let me out.."
the first tear falls, and the words disapear..
Bridgette Jester Feb 2014
Late February rain pours out it's heart to me.
"Come dance," it screams; so loud and steadily.
I burn to let off steam, but I am locked inside this box.
Stuck with my 9 to 5 routine, of kicking jagged rocks.

Apocolyptic nightmares stir my soul, even while awake.
When the sky comes crashing downward fast,
what will I have done for the human race?

I begin to learn the meaning of complaicent.
And the taste is bitter with despare.
I hope one day the words expunged,
or breaks beyond repair.

America the Beautiful,
America the "Free",
What is this lie you've bottled up and sold?
Can you put a price tag on our dreams?
And  is it worth its' weight in gold?

I guess I am just a day late,
or one too many dollars short.
So I'll keep climbing, up and up.
To pay off, all that you extort.

I'm sure it has been said before
and there is no doubt that some have won.
You hear the same bland story;
tried and true...
While staring down the barrell of a gun.

So wax on, wax off
I'm certain that it's growing old.
Cause no matter which you polish it,
Our hearts will never fold.
kevin kilby  Nov 2015
love
kevin kilby Nov 2015
love is always there when your feeling lonely and despare love is never impatient or distant love is always persistant love  puts others first when your in need love heals it never hurt when you can't seem to go any further the kindness of love pushes you over so be loving and caring so all the love can be shown by giving and sharing
Aidan Derocher  Feb 2018
Orizuru
Aidan Derocher Feb 2018
All great gifts,
accompanied by commensurate burden.

Education – confinement:
locked in a covert cage,
screams for change drowned by cacophony.

Power – greed:
prioritization of ego,
addicting, no rehab.

Love – pain:
relations binding ones heart,
only to pull apart.

Yet paralleling these agonies,
real terrors exist.
Death, deceit, despare,
prevalent in millions.

Yet these remain in the smog,
obscured by our own complaints.

However, humans possess unique strength:
the ability to instigate change.
First in our own small world,
and then in the one so large.
Life is not fair, but why? We can make it just. All the hardships in our lives, we can influence, benefit. We hold similar power over others' lives. We can cause great change, but only when we are unified: when we are too loud to ignore. So stand up and shout! Don't wish for new hope; forge a world where we need not hope.
Adele heyes  Jan 2021
Today
Adele heyes Jan 2021
Today I went back to the place that was the place that broke me.
I knocked on that door in desperate hope you'd be there.
I asked if they knew you or had any old mail with your name on.
The young male at the door looked at hes girlfriend, is despare.
A young anxious desperate girl at there door.
They promised they would be intouch.
Il forever live with that hope i will find you and see you again.
I see you every day, your everywhere.
I hear your voice,
Your calling me everyday.
I just cant control it.
I see you cradling my baby in your arms.
It took 6 years to ask for help then they palm you off and take you as some young girl with depression.
This is deeper, powerful, sadistic.
This trama has ruined me.
You could come home & fx everyday maybe one day.
Il keep listening to you. Il never get helped or believed so i suppose you will always be here.
I love you in a weird way.
As the ink of my pen flows
Thoughts in my brain begin to blow
Expressing the emotions that I desire
Despare, comfort and love is more than I require
Feeling humble and kind is my admire
I write what I feel like a small squire
I write about doubt on the love we desire
How love is no more til someone expires
No it's about the bodies touching each other with the greatest fire
Its no more about the gold from within the soul of the girl  you desire
I write about how war became more fun than the peace we require
Killing people has became a hobbies for every murderer
Killing women and children with the coldest blood and spreading their pictures on Facebook like fire
Hell is more peaceful than this earth we occupy and desire.
Kaley  Dec 2016
Technology
Kaley Dec 2016
If It surly had to go
Could I live without it?..

Would I die in despare an agony..

Would I lose the meaning of
The Twenty First Centery?..



Or would I be bored the rest of my life
Because no one else can loose their grip?


Would I be dumb founded
when I looked around..

When I see the place iv
been standing bound..

Bound to
a item..
A thing..

It probably eats are minds away..

Like its some sort of delicacy
To own something not so rare..

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