Numb loathing cannot portray
all the words I could say,
I may shake but
my insides rage.

Here comes my sun,
to me, you're no one
I'll be alright,
I'll sleep tonight,

You're childish, disgusting
placing empty words
where "sorry" should be,
Sorry I spat you out,
I just detest sour coffee.

Watch me set
your words on fire,
Watch me pull out
the card that'll
end this game,
watch me wash
my hands clean of you,
watch me forget
your name.

- Crimsyy

To be a virtuous man one should have clean intention
Because every intentions comes back with its award
Faces and eyes declare fake or true intention to mention
What one has by time and what is just totally time barred

Blessed are the ones whose hearts are like clean mirrors
Their eyes no ***** greed hence they perform good deeds
They smilingly go to gallows they cheerfully face altars
Time takes its roll and help their seeds to respected creeds

Let me share one advice make your hallmark good intentions
Time will remember you and will take you to edge of eternity
You will be contented in this world and most happy in heavens
Being so virtuous with piety and with their style being pretty

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

It is a mess -
But it's MY mess.
That makes it valid,
it gives this mess a purpose...
Even walls get lonely when
they have been too bare for too long.
Don't you get lonely too?
Putting everything in its place,
folding your days away with your
perfect, delicate hands,
don't you wish you could live?
Yes, there is such a thing
as living outside of
perfectly folded napkins,
perfectly sparkling doors,
so much urge and
want for perfection,
it makes me want to puke
all over your perfectly shining floor.
Have you ever considered that
sometimes more is less?
A mess to you
is not a mess to me,
my mess ain't there to serve you
my mess is there to serve me.

I want to collect your dust,
adorn my soul with your heartbeat,
and my happiness will never rust,

Your arms will become
my most worn cloak
and my demons will
go up in smoke.

Soap.
Today I bathed in black water,
Rinsed with the sewage we call society, and dried off in governmental regulations.
You call yourselfs clean based on the record of your criminality and the color of your skin?
You use a plastic kind of soap the produces no clean but like a camera it captures and preserves what's inside.
So you can play bath time with your bubbles, pretending you own yourselves for a night, but after your bath comes bed time. You will wake up tomorrow and find your still owned by the government and, your soap was just plastic.
So you need to bathe again.
Don't forger to lather, rinse, and repeat.

Chris burk

She was dressed in mustard,
on a tall golden chair
She sat before clean,
crisp and clear silverware
around her, nothing mattered
not even the polluted air
she left, nobody noticed
they ask "was she even there"

-Kaya

I was drowning,
I was drowning,
but saved by thoughts of you,

Arms wrapped tight
arms with your mark,
with the bruise where your arms
lingered to hug away my wounds,

And I notice
how you keep me together
when seasons don't
match the weather;
it's spring and yet I
don't know what blooms in me.

I'll think twice
before i sacrifice my breath,
you've taught me flowers
can bloom out of the nicotine
in my lungs, infact;
the darkness can even be **the soil.

The flames that melted innocence
Ravaged my soul uncontrollably
Doused by aspiration of purity
If only I could be clean again
If only I was
Unbeated
Unbruised 
Unscathed
Doused Flames
Melted Innocence