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Roxy May 2019
"Tell me, was it hard to die,
or harder to be the one who survived?"
The air became suffocating ,
what they see is a foreign place.
The ashes spreaded everywhere,
the pain is now what they embrace.
Confusion and guilt ,
agony slowly built.
Wiping out half of the universe?
...more like half of their universe.
Almighty and invincible,
kneeled in space almost unbelievable,
Witnessed his brother's death,
now waiting for the moment when,
"The sun will shine on us again".
Love in her tears,
the pain and her fears,
Were to be seen when she was committing her sin,
Yet she replayed in her mind,
"I just feel you" until she died.
They were supposed to be together,
till the end of the line,
Now he's broken holding the hand of his friend,
Who said "Steve?"...and dusted in the plain air.
The faithful and patient one,
passed the test of the Ancient One,
But now he only got the time to say,
"There was no other way".
He promised to **** her,
she loved him more than anything,
"Oh man" this reality is cruel,
Him already gone and her soul trapped in a stone.
Most of them became dust swiftly,
But there was one who got the power to fight this briefly,
Fell in his arms struglling to stay alive,
"I don't wanna go" were the words echoing in the sunlight.
Even though the pain is crushing,
They won't move on,
and this time no more losing,
With all the strength and help they've gotten,
"Whatever it takes" they'll avenge the fallen.
"We are in the endgame now."
Aoi Feb 2019
Kept hearing the ticktocks,
It is time to start my little game
Eyed the prey as he talks,
Hope he still remembers my name

At the dusky street,
Where I started what is planned
Took him long to accept defeat,
Pinned him until he stopped struggling on
the land

Took my blade and stabbed his orbs
Oh, what disgusting views it absorb!
These pair of eyes, I despise
For it was used to spy on my sister's

His sinful hands, I chopped
He heard how my sister begged but he
never stopped
These hands that traveled my sister's
This is what I had witnessed when I was a
little girl

Lastly, his little shaft
I slashed it in half
This little thing is the reason why we mourn,
For she slaughtered herself with a baby unborn

She had commited the unforgivable sin
For she was sexually abused at the age of
I stood up to desert the venue,
My dear sister, I have venged for you
leeaaun Jan 2019
is not
   going to forget.
   She is karma.
The way, she did to me
Is the way I did to her
The way, where hearts broke
The way,
I will never return to

The way where
Sun used to long last
The days spent in the past
Still, when thy feeling arises
My day neither sets, nor rises
Poets frankly speaks about an injury he inflicted to his beloved to take revenge.
Nichole Sep 2017
Let me invade the depth of your body
And be ****** with a precious lady
I'll slap you with my words
And kneeled to me like a lord
You'll bow in me till your toe
Even though I'm your foe
And my sarcasm will be your poison
I won't let any caution
For you to mind where is your position
I'll show you my phantasm
To **** you with my sarcasm
I'm your virtual poison
And I will let you drink my potion
I won't give any option
Cause that was really my intention
Viseract Aug 2016
You think you're so good?
Exploiting someone like that?
Having yourself a little fun
Don't give a **** if it's bad?

Well *******, you are ****!
When you hear me come
You better run!
I can **** you easily without a gun!

Send you to the morgue, start saying goodbye
The last words you'll say before you die!
I hope I'm the one to slit your throat
And how's this for a little side-note:

I don't even ******* KNOW you!!!
Fucken ****
Emma Jul 2016
Share with me Cherie  
The life you left unwoken
Asleep under ice

Send me your sweet heart
Riddled with self-inflicted
Knife wounds I may mend

I feel in your words
In your thoughts the flesh you sear
In hope of sealing

And hiding the pain
Of existence without love
Living from below

You are not alone
Cherie do not
Be afraid

Cherie please
Do not wait
For me
CJ M Jul 2016
maybe I am bedeviled by thoughts of you everytime my mind slips into the abyss, maybe that's the reason I don't tap into it the way I used to.
But If I told you how I felt, it'd get swept under the rug.

Suppose my eyes burn behind these creme- thick glasses everytime I see you, suppose I hate the silence and fight the urge to burn my surroundings with the heat behind my eyes.
But if I told anyone what I saw, it'd get swept under the rug.

Imagine I listen to music and hear your voice, so I claw my headphones out like they were ice seeping into my skull and freezing my cranium with words oh so soothing as a double-edged blade sinking both ends into me, Imagine a tear escaping my eyes, voice raising in a blatant attempt to ease the pain.
But If I said a word about what I hear, it'd get...... well, I think you know what'd happen.
Lets dig under that rug, four feet by four feet area of infinite emptiness.
Half of my life has been hidden in there: emotions, mental, thoughts, pains, lusts, curiosities, questions, intents, past, present and future, all have been hidden under that rug.
It's stitches are one with my soul because it has so many of my confessions that it absorbs part of my soul.
I trust that rug more than I trust some of the hoes I claimed to trust from day one.
I trust that rug more than I trust some of the friends I've had since meeting.
That rug has an affinity for gaining people's trusts, like me.
That rug produces more positive vibes than power chords produce energy, and yet we wonder why something being swept under the rug is a bad thing.
I sweep myself under the rug because I know I'll be safe there. I know that with all the thoughts and emotions I share, that with that safe haven, I am assured.
I rest under the rug, I cry under the rug, I sleep under the rug.
As it is my home.
And I love it's sincere serenity.
Emma Jul 2016
Have I told you dear
How in the Summer
When Mama
Was still here

And the Sun God shone
Down my shoulders
Flowing over
My soul

How I loved sifting sand
Through my fingers
Watching the waves
Grow nearer

How I loved the ripples
Lost in my eyes
The rushing
Those waves

The sudden crashing
The not knowing
The dragging
The cold

The under water rays
Of light beaming
A fleeting glimpse
Of gold

Lost in the depths

Spit out on scorched shore
For air

I am here
Back here
Without you dear
CJ M Jul 2016
No emotions.
No pains.
No love.
Just emptiness. Maybe it was heart break, maybe not. But I'm chill with it at first...
Then my brain goes numb.
and my body quivers in public, me trying to play it off. But I know what it is.
My emotions, my anger, my love
all coming back to me.
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