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lulu Jan 2015
I can give you a
million reasons
not to fall in
love with me;
but when it
comes down
to it, will you
really listen?

I can confess to
you all of the things
that are wrong
with me;
but in the end
wouldn't you just
argue my points
and try to prove
me wrong?

I can provide you
with so many
warnings and
try to delay you
with so many
yellow lights
and you'd still
push your way in
with little to
no caution.
emm Dec 2014
Guns they sit, cold and still,
Until they're fired, then they ****

Knives are fine, whilst they lay
Until they're fired, then they slay

Grenades are shy, in their shell,
Until the pin drop and the life they quell

Ropes are good, they have their use,
Until they are used for a noose

Words are brilliant, truthful, not vain
Until they cause too much pain
Until they make you use the gun, knife, grenade or rope
So be careful what you say
But how can you stop?
Makenzie Marie Dec 2014
They shaved my head
and cut me open
took my skull
and my way of coping
My life had changed
in just a moment
I can't decide
but I might wish I hadn't done it.
I can't play
or practice
I have to be careful.
If I'm not cautious
with my head
I could instantly wind up dead.
My headaches aren't gone
and I'm still dizzy
all you really took
was half my aspirations.
I hadn't much warning
just a surprise.
And when I could easily die
every day is a compromise.
More just had to be taken away
because the last 13 surgeries
hadn't changed my day to day.
It's a brand new world I'm living in
where all my dreams are limited
and they're starting to run thin.
so here you have me
and I'm crying mercy.
six months ago I had a Chiari decompression on my skull. I finally have finished recovery. technically. But sill, my life is limited, and it always will be now. I can't get past that I'm 19 and I feel like I can't do anything. I know it will pass and I will get used to this and accept this with gratitude, but that day hasn't come yet /:
You put yourself in danger.
Finding the value of the heart.
Now your just a stranger.
Looking for a place to start.
Tell me where do we go now?
Tell me where do we go now?
We ended up here somehow
Now tell me where do we go now?
Amitav Radiance Nov 2014
The worst form of love
which loves with cautioned heart
building defenses against the feelings
to freely explore the depths
a machiavellian mind devises plans
sinister enough to stab love
behind the smiling façade
lies the most dangerous intent
Words, once set to open air,
Gain weight.
Like boulders they can roll
from your mouth down a
slippery ***** of destruction to
eventually settle heavily on the shoulders
of innocent individuals, the weight of which
often proving too much for their
fragilely constructed foundations to support.
Like a gun,
keep the safety on what you speak,
Don't point hateful words,
at anything you love,
unless you intend to **** it.
Because more deadly than any
lead based projectile what you say
will leave your mouth like
a tomahawk missile loaded with
a poisonous and corrosive payload
capable of entering a persons soul and eating it up
from the inside out.
They'll tell you your whole life,
"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
Perhaps more people would heed this warning,
If they said,
"Your words are a thermonuclear bomb capable of disintegrating
egos quicker than Fat Man did Nagasaki, the lasting effects of which may resonate through time in a cataclysmic downward spiral you could not possibly begin to imagine, so be careful."
It's all too evident
I'm in the wrong place
Despite the lack of caution signs
Kissing the door frame

Cookie cutter freaks
I am not fitting the mold
Tell me, what the ****
I've gotten into this time?

I will not ruin my poetry
With your ******* writing prompts
Pre-designed to drain creativity
Leeches to the heart

Here is a giant *******
Creative writing club
**I won't be back again
A room full of art freaks & me.
Miki Sep 2014
Be it caution
Or jealousy
Who does he see
When he looks at me
MST Aug 2014
Early morning mist is floating around,
with the hawks flying high in the sky,
I sit alone without a sound,
as I watch and animal about to die.
Swift like lightning a hawk flew down,
gripping a rat by the spine,
as the red began to replace the brown,
I take this death as a sign.
Here I sit alone and confused,
looking into the future of my demise,
death by hawks within due to strife.
My opportunities I abused,
constantly taking my eyes off the prize,
with my back protruding a knife,
a hawk came down and stole my life,
I refused to look into the skies,
and due to my confidence misuse,
from this life I was excused.
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