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Patricia M Oct 2018
He who walk with my throng.
Must prove that they belong,
cause once you have fallen from my grace.
You will soon know how it feels like to be replaced.

If you don't want me to be your end,
Then don't be ****** and become my friend.
So be careful of who you betray,
cause I can lead your life astray.

Started a war with an apple,
Just because of a forgotten invitation.
that lead to the destruction of people,
A day that is full of sorrow

I am Eris,
Daughter of night,
sister of war.
The goddess of Chaos, strife and discord,
Eyithen Oct 2018
I think I think too much
Thoughts are ricocheting in my brain.
Never stopping
One thought starts a domino line
I dangerously follow the rabbit trails

I think I talk to much
I think faster than I can speak
Then later I regret it
Thinking maybe your annoyed with me

Wish I could turn it all off
Im sick of hearing myself
Always overthinking as my brain keeps going and going
Always over-talking I ramble and ramble.
I Yearn for the peace and quietness

I blast the music to turn off my thoughts
Disrupt the chain, break the link.
Even as I sleep descriptive dreams envelop me
I'm looking for the off switch
For temporary release.
Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2018
Let me hear
You are fine there

Hope to see again
Genre: Love
Theme: From Ground Zero, A Day In The History
Do not waste your life away
Hanging around the wrong crowd
For they have nowhere to go
They are obnoxious and loud
The more that you ally yourself with them
Nothing but trouble and turmoil will appear
You will often find yourself in a trance
Am I making myself abundantly clear?
Amenah Jun 2018
infinitesimal shards of glass
glisten fiercely underneath neon lights of prospect
a reflection of shattered hopes and aspirations
now lay asunder for being trodden to dust
carpeting over splashes of blood long gone brown
a silver ring or two coated in red
pearls scattered like a life torn to shreds
rag-like bedsheets torn at the seams
as if the fabric of reality was chewed by cruel Fate
emptiness echoing through the debris of humanity;
with a room torn of its plaster wallpaper
paint chipping off like rain
the conconcrete within never looked so **** as now
hideous and disformed
by weathering the storm of conflicting ideals and isms
numerous cracks snake through concrete body
at any moment ready to crumble to naught.

can anyone fathom what wonders gave birth within these walls?
first loves promised in wedlock,
difficult loves resolved clemently,
impossible loves grew to become the greatest,
broken loves coalescence to wholeness,
platonic loves strengthen for lifetimes,
familial loves strung back once more.
  
Tis was the Rose Room of Ethereal Wonders
that harmonized the tragedies of humans
unfortunately even the worst of chaos is meant to remain unbridled
of which to leave asunder is better
or else You’ll just be a soul sacrified in vain
Poetic T May 2018
The goddess of nature,
            she was there for every
            last heart beat stilled.

            Droplet spilt upon
                     mother earth,
              feeding an unquenchable  thirst.

Collecting every last breath,
                   she never possessed,
                   there last exhaling breath.


But the warrior of the
                 grass lands she gave respect.
                 Never was one perfection of creation.


Woven within the embrace
to bring order to a chaos  
                            that haunts the tall grass.
Salem Noxolo Mar 2018
My stone like heart
Now has soft spots
Like that of molding produce
And you are relentlessly on my mind.

Yet, my heart and brain have regular rendezvous
See, my brain is insecure
And my heart: a bit unsure.
Yet, as I sit in crowded rooms
I wonder how this can be my dream
When I dream of being with you or in solitude.

The self demolitioning chaos I crave recommends you as an adventure.
But I don't know if it's okay to be so gleeful at it's sound
Though, I do so crave your presence.

And I pleasantly await
In fear to hear
The lyrics of your heart.
As they will be stained onto my heart
Like a temporary tattoo
And will be chiseled into my brain
Forever
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
A human race
Everyone, wakes up and starts running,
Fleeting the shadow
False sense of control over the self

Crossroads, both a chaos and an order
Parted by destiny, united by hope
Thin air keeps blowing away the leaves,
Not always,
A sweet fragrance,
A perfect shade of blue,
A luxury of retrospect,
A rosy beginning and a happy ending
Fear ~> Trust ~> Shared dream ~> Dead man
Customary to remain silent
A sensible mind

Everyone deserves a morning sunshine
With a immunized life.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Delta Swingline Mar 2017
Over the logs and dirt of a camp ground, you still shine. A blazing, bright fire.

Fire is also an element of destruction, of rage, but also of love. The burning red love you have for someone.

But my favourite type of fire is blue fire. Looking like the polar opposite of burning red hot, blue fire is hotter than red.

And to think that a full rainbow can come out of the flames of chaos.

How beautiful is the colour of destruction...
Poetry prompt: Use the words "Red" and "Dirt" in you next poem. So here's what I got.
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