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“Was thy loved ones’ existence still present
when she hassled an ***** position
to fulfil her responsibilities?
Where she endured multitudinous battles,
inhibiting every single darted tear
dying to transpire.
Her frame of mind wavering as she
suppressed her deadly psychosis,
stirring the emotions of her loved ones’.
Unenlightened was thou
that as she rooted in their presence,
she nonchalantly decays within.
Her vehemence veiled into resisting mankind
fishing upon her burdens.
Insofar she is overpowered
by the mere evidence that she
cannot silence her sorrows.
She empowers time to abandon her,
awarding her the desired detention needed
to escape her companions,
therefore making it unachievable for
thou to witness her world-collapsing massacre.
She sobs so deep and profusely
to the peak of taping her mouth shut
to repress her whimpers ensuring that
no soul pay attention to her throttling tears
cheered on by the toxic oxygen
inhaled each second she still animatedly exists.
She sharpened blades,
turning her head as she engraved
thou blistered name into her delicate flesh.
She held up her gory wrists in
search of thou heavenly face,
and in dreadful return,
she felt tarnished chains
wrapped, encompassing her forearms.
In the midst of a dark storm,
yanked was she across the cold streets,
Dragged from rusted shackles.
She still held on,
hoping to be hoisted by her unrequited love,
but her presence was nonexistent.”
Talia 10h
Mister psychopath
I can see through your facade,
faking innocence.

You want to hurt me,
tear me apart limb by limb,
to bathe in my blood.

to make me suffer,
it would make you laugh once more.
stay away from me!

Mister treachery,
you're a wolf in sheep's clothing,
you're not who you seem.

only using charm and wit?
that won't work again.

I'll overthrow you,
because you're no longer king!
I, the queen, mean war.
Beneath a thousand sky lights
I cant help but reminisce
About space
And all the **** that's life
The fights
The lies
And all you left to die
When you plunged me aside
In a plight for gold
     and pride
When you deserted our cause
of love
For thrones.
Meaningless thrones.
Meer promises from meer men.
Sundiegoguy Nov 5
Life is like a suicide hike,
Although it's a beautiful trail
It's scary to think one day we'll fall.
We fall because we walk on edges,
Some worth walking on, some not.
Ultimately, we learn from both.

Be careful who you choose to walk with,
Be careful who you choose to sit with.
Because they may just push you off
And way down you'll be falling down.
But sometimes it wasn't them who pushed you off
But it was them you thought would help you up.

And when we've hit our lowest point in life
We start looking for the root of our pain,
But it's dark and empty, it stings we feel lost.
It's no paradise down here, the pain feeds on our strength.
It's a tragic accident that breaks all of our bones.
With no paramedics or anesthesia, we've got to operate ourselves.
We don't know which injury is killing us more,
But we know a slow death is coming for us.
Our blood no more, regret is what the heart pumps now,
We scream and cry away our mistakes
But down here is a curse playing our fall in a loop,

I don't know when it stops
I'm drowning myself in my pain.
I've stained my soul with too much hate
I'm no longer the person who I used to be.
I've been down in the dark for too many days  
But when I start my hike again  
I hope to go further than yesterday.
Thanks for scarring my happy self,

thanks for putting me in a lower shelf.

Thanks to you who lacks self confidence,

Oh, i'm sorry. I've never seen you so dense.

All i wanted from you was the most truthful word,

but all i had are the verbal knives that stab through my vital cord.

I've been realising that you've been tarnishing people,

Labeling yourself as ***, but to them as your sheeple.

I thought you were one of the people of the light,

now i've realised you have faked the sight.

I could have defended myself from you very fast,

or maybe you should just get a brain lobotomy before your life will last.

And if you didn't really just snap yourself out of it,

you'll forever become as ignorant. That's it.
Steve Kelly Nov 4
Betrayers in the garden
Always never miss
They know how to kiss
And to be done and dusted
Not like this

Subtle, slow
Like wind weathering away at stone
From longing lonely for millennium
To finally, ultimately, all alone

Never saw the approaching going
Early warning signs came too late
No defining cyclonic moments
No turmoil, lightning tempest, trunk snapping break

Just a wayward calypso breeze
The creaking of a gate

And gone like there never was
Scented garden, harbour, resting place
And the planet in ages past
Had never really turned full face

Towards the sun, into light, into life
In its endless round of space

© Steve Kelly aka kellyocs 2013
I don't know how to start,
Believing with this beginner's luck,
With you here inside my heart,
which I haven't sealed with lock

I don't know what to say
When you're always mouthing, you're okay.

At the end of the day,
Our smiles definitely fade away.

I don't know why we had to end our story
When everything I did, I was not really sorry.

I don't know where did I pulled out this guts
-To try once again
Despite of what you said I've already lost your trust
-Pain, we both gain

I really don't know when we fell out of love
Or maybe we haven't felt it from the start
Dedicated to those who fell in love for the first time.
Wesley West Nov 2
The day my lover died,
the room painted in red.
What was once love; love-deprived.
Colorful memories broken into fragments of red.

Gun pointing at me, emotions freed
My lips; sing the song we once sang.
Nerves twitched and muscles spreed.
Silence responded after a loud bang.

You died in my heart the day you walked away.
And I've never believe in reincarnation
So don't come back saying 'I am sorry'
The day my love died; memories now imagination.

The day my lover died.
What was once love; love-deprived.

- Wesley West
My poems reminds me of my pain. But those are past long ago now. What remains are these carvings.
Casey Nov 1
in a lot of ways
i really truly believe i was
the best you ever had
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