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mae Feb 4
the blood drips thick red,
from my freshly done finger nails.
red like the lives wasted,
hearts broken days after this horrid holiday.

we celebrate the imprisonment of hearts,
and praise the ******.
shooting arrows into those unwilling,
killing the innocent,
by causing invigorating pain
disguised by hallucinogens.
making us believe that this was meant to be
dosage so high, the butterflies in our stomach making it seem as if we can fly,
is our organs crying for help.

we are dying and don't even know it.
for a holiday that will fade.
bright red for our favorite Valentine's Day.
Malavika Vipin Dec 2018
The arrows of time
Struck into my soul
It causes pain and deep wound
But never last
Hurt disappears, wound vanishes
It goes forever in the past…
Anxiety for the future is nowhere
Enjoying the spirit of the present
The moment I have right now.
The arrows thrive on me forward
With no baggage
Am I being a free spirit?

Desire Dec 2018
Bullet Nov 2018
I hope the littlest of things make you
Miss me
I hope the dark won't make you
Miss me

You've had every chance too
Miss me
Caught walking away from you but you still
Miss me

Heart cross-arrows sling but still
Miss me
Love died does that mean you still
Miss me
Seanathon Oct 2018
I am fire.
I am fury.
I am explosions in the sky.

For now at least.
For as surely as the sun will rise, my short lived ignitive spark will fly, off into the nothingness of space and time.


And only the memory will remain.
Until that too dies.
First and foremost with me.

I am the arrows which once did fly, directly into the hearts of the king's enemies.
PS 45:5
Karisa Brown Sep 2018
Love is a four letter word
For your soul
To dive into

Why not beat the armoured trust
And hold onto the empty

Cause love doesn't know
another door
It always wants to fill me
With targeted emotions
I can't trust

But I don't want to rust
I don't wanna run
Never give up the fight
The answer is us

We live in your mind
Not in your heart
So follow the footprints
into the dark

your mouth will fill
With bitter pills
That poison the answer

Your tongue will hide
the greased stained lust
And rot out the center

Let me wash away
all your broken shame
So I can get into
The beauty that
I can't explain
I'm running from fears too

Your mind will not let go
Please Open up
I want you to feel soon

Your arrows fallen
Spilled with gold
What can I hold onto

There's targets on my heart
Need enlightened points
And I'm calling out for
Mya Sep 2018
W                               |\
   O                            |   \
      R   are like arrows|  /
   D                            |/
    / They   \/  pierce \
     \ Through your     /
       \       Hear       /
     With every word
       Your heart brakes
             A little bit more
Cat Lynn Aug 2018
There is no rain to bring relief to our sweating bodies...
only the reign of arrows... and their offering of stabbing pain

There are no stars to put on a display of dances and twinkles...
only the rotating show of the thrown daggers

There is not a river to reflect the beauty of life...
Only the blade of the sword... that reflects my possible death

There are no clouds in the sky to soften my spirit
only the low cumulus smoke of gunpowder and ash

There is no sun to shed its bright flame upon us
On the flickers and flashes of light of ignited bullets

There is no difference between night and day... they are the same...
Only the difference is who the enemy is.. and who is the Savior...

The grass no longer grows full and abundant in luxurious green
It is constantly trampled and stepped on... leaving it withered and tan...

There is no soft white snowflakes to give us a cold kiss
Only the bites of thrown, bitter, cold shattered pieces of glass

There are no vast variety of colors to adore... only two hues
Light and Darkness... So we can tell who is for us... and who is against us


The weather... and landscape wasn't always this way...
It wasn't the Lord's intentions to have such a horrific display...

What? What did you ask? What is it like on the battlefield?
Well...sit down dear child... and I will tell you...
Another Poem Relating to this will come soon... Thanks for Reading <3
Bailey Aug 2018
Arrows in the back
Shot like bullets
Blood runs red
Out of a torn away back
Blood runs red
In my head
Get up
Lifes not done
With you yet
Marianna Jun 2018
Cupid seems to like me,
to like making fun of me.
He enjoys to throw around his arrows
with not much careful thought or good judgement
but simply for his own amusement.

Cupid seems to like me,
to like playing with me.
He enjoys to chase me around in time and space
with his arrows always carved too deep in my heart
most of times.

Cupid seems to like me,
to like torturing me.
Since his arrows always seem to miss the other living soul
while if i dare to pull out mine
it will make me bleed to death
from loving
too much.
im heartbroken and lonely
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