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A Simillacrum Mar 2019
There she rests,
better yet,
her life's leaking.
She, the broken winged
being of a chemical bath,
never meant
to last long,
ponders her past when

violet light spears out of the black
night in a radial burst, orbs
of blue, white, and pink,
dance in collusion,

and calls her, as she's called to doom,
so many before her.

Within the oval shape casting there,
she beheld blood somewhere else,
pumping through gates,
coursing through veins.

With a muster of her final strength,
she fell from the rock and into the waters.
Pulling and pulling,
closer and closer.
fabiana Mar 2019
oh
i guess if you really never liked me
then it makes sense that you're leaving.
**** this is so cliche,
but my heart hurts so i guess we'll make do.

is it still a poem when its a paragraph,
broken up
strategically (except not really)
into little parts?

"a poem is what you make it"
no not really.
a poem is what others make of your scribbles.

i'm rambling, of course.
when i edit this i'll probably delete it all.

****** why did i get my heart broken again.
jesus christ why did i walk right into
a god-forsaken trap.

i should apologize to myself, shouldn't i?
sorry boo,
at least i love you.
(except not really)
thanks for reading this ****** poem
Riz Mack Mar 2019
Gone
Away
You are lost
It's my own fault
The sleight of my hand
Tipped you over the edge
Your destiny unfulfilled
Oblivion calling to you
Surely this way you will never burn
Yenson Feb 2019
It is commonly known
That THEY CAN NEVER KEEP IT REAL
from the most powerful man in the world
publicly revealed as ' a racist, a con-man and a cheat'
to the ***** scroungers and thieves in Bow, East London
it's inherited common traits in all of them from low to high

History holds a million tales
of, their LIES, DECEIT, THEFTS, HATE and VIOLENCE
Crooks, chancers, unscrupulous merchants blazing false trails
Conning and stupefying, misappropriating, stealing and looting
Sowing lies and discontents, dividing and ruling in murky fashion
without a pang of conscience they steal and destroy with a pale smile

With glib sharp tongues and dead eyes
and SOULLESS, IMMORAL, AMORAL, DEVIOUS and RUTHLESS
they manipulate, cajole, dance with satan and would sell their mums
as long as they have control, all elses are below and there're profits in
It's all about them and the world and all in it was made to serve them
because they know how to LIE. CON, HATE, STEAL, ****, FOOL
and
NEVER KEEP IT REAL
Take up the White Man's burden —
Send forth the best ye breed —
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild —
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half-devil and half-child.


We got another half-devil half child here, so come on all you RULERS, He dared stand up to us, what a fool, come all rulers, we've got an untamed savage to destroy and obliterate.
Matthew Feb 2019
Words said by my ancestors
and to be said by my descendants.

It is all a cycle
in a greater meaning
of nothing

I'm saying words that touched the tongues of many
Are they wise or foolish?
Does it matter?
It will only repeat the cycle
It is all a cycle
Sharon Talbot Feb 2019
A prim, lavender skirt and a napkin on it,
Tells me this is serious, and I mustn’t
Rain upon it, not say what I think,
And much less what I feel.
You have found a lover
And she isn’t me,
I wish I was an eel
That could glide away
Into the primordial sea.

On second thought, it makes me
Wish that we had never met,
That I’d never looked at you and loved,
Or at least never brought you home.
It was there that it all began;
I assumed your were mine alone,
And now I am empty man.

Oh, my love,
For the first time in my life!
You did this to me,
Without knowing, charmed me
Until I was undone.
But accidents will happen;
It was only hit and run;
Such investigative fun!
Don’t tell the other one I feel this way.

On second thought let him…..
Follow me into danger
Since a gamble is good as a rest,
Or the off chance I’ll get shot.
After all, this admirer’s the best
Of a mediocre lot.

But he knows about me, I’m sure.
He’s gets so little reward,
But takes credit for what I do
And hangs upon my every word.
He listens to me in the dead of night
As you used to do.
It’s comforting that he’s not you.

-Unfinished Lament
amber Feb 2019
Neither of us,
Are on this planet.
I believe it is why,
I gravitate toward you.

With thought,
You seem to be,
Burning passionately,
On Mercury.
While I am slowly freezing,
On Neptune.

I need to fly away.
With all this distance,
I still think of you.
Maybe if I take refuge,
In another universe,
I will think of me.
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