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Poetic T Feb 2015
I blackout it begins, the
Other inside wants its time for fun,
To do those things I wouldn't want
Too know, I am his puppet
Trapped within.
My cage is my mind
Sealed,
Caged,
Entombed
I do not know where
My body goes when he is within.
Ever do I worry when the darkness
Will awaken
Where,
When,
Time
Has passed, when the fog dissipates
From my mind what has it done
too others or me.
My darkness I see as I look at a
Reflections of me,
I see into his prison
Behind the eyes he smiles awaiting
To start my torment, we are the
Same coin but different are we,
"The dark side"
"The light side"
"One shell"
We share between you and me.
Will there always be one of two, hating
The other side, as only one can be in
Control and I will fight him to the edge
And I will hopefully *win.
NEVER LET IT WIN
Cassidy Doyle Feb 2015
I've spent so much time
thinking,
wondering what I'm doing here.

The flowers are blooming in the vase
petals,
so much beauty out of death.

My life is spent in many
colors,
if you ask my favorite color,
I'll always say it is rainbow.

I don't know how long I'll be
here,
I'm sure I'll let a coin toss decide.

I tie dyed these sheets myself
with help,
I'm scared the color will wash out.

I'm scared my color will wash out
dead,
with nothing but a colorful room
with shriveled petals lying around a vase.
Sydney Ann Jan 2015
Yea, sure
I put on a smile when you see me
I laugh
I'm nice
I'm average,

But, you see,
There are two sides to every coin
And just because
I choose to show
The Puppy Tail side
Doesn't mean the
Dismembered Head side
Isn't alive and kickin'
**Right
         Underneath
                              The surface
Olivia Frederick Oct 2014
Blue frock, blonde curls,
Honest Abe catches her eye.
A luster hidden in this ground dry,
She clutches it close to her pearls.
The pearls her mother did supply
One by one from a cloth unfurled.

This small treasure is worth, at best,
A million times its price.
This beauty that appears precise
Differs far from all the rest.

Its copper shines brighter than
If it were replaced with gold.
And, try as she may, its finder can-
Not leave this gift at home.
Money Talks

and what it said back then on the railway bridge
at Bloomfield Road (no longer there of course)
was "You can spare me – it means only one less
penny ice lolly from the corner shop !" (no longer
there of course) and the train will make me huge
(steam no longer here of course) and the others
will laugh and cheer as you scramble down to
the line place me centred and climb back up
here again before the train shoots through to
Central Station (no longer there of course).

Gigantic copper-coloured disc and this recall.
Still talking half a century after.

(c) C J Heyworth August 2014
Michael Amery Jun 2014
Warm rain drops beating the pattern of my heart's pulse on the shutters of this old barn house while far away a lone wolf cries, unanswered.

Wind kissed tears from hollow sad eyes form wet trails over dried out wrinkles, whistling through the caverns of past glories on this war torn face, bringing colour and life with the desert rose.

Softly playing violins couple with the lone broken voice of a fallen angel, singing of maladies forgotten, joys yet birthed and a promise, a promise that you fulfill with each breath.

Morning bird song chirping of fresh hope and new love, a sweet tune warding off possible predators even while in search of prey.

Rumbling thunder, the roaring approval of gods reverberating within my bones, my soul, even as the hairs on my arm stand on end at the sound of the fickle lords' voices.

The silence of night captures my imagination, from it's seemingly emptiness rises fables of faery love and poems of ***** desires, all falling short of your brilliant black opal beauty.
Chano Williams Apr 2014
I know that you're scared
and you make it a big deal,
but the Ear­th would remain
if you revealed how you feel
Sometimes life is pr­one to
moving a little too fast,
but I'm holding my arm out
for y­ou to grab as I pass
I am fully aware
of the pain in your past,
a­nd how you think good things
cannot always hope to last
I myself ­have been scorned
more than just a few times,
still, I allow you ­to inspire
so many of my lines
To me it is so clear
that there is­ something there,
but you make me a liar
when you choose not to s­hare
your perception of us,
what was and what will be
Thinking I ­have a chance
is always what will **** me
Do you know what you wa­nt?
Could I be the real deal?
Or is a relationship with me
someth­ing you just don't feel?

You know that I'm scared
and to me it's such a deal
that my world would collapse
if­ I revealed how I think I feel
Sometimes my life tends to
move ju­st a little too fast
That's when I lose focus
and allow you to pa­ss
You are fully aware
of the pain in my past
and how I know good­ things
are doomed to never last
You yourself have been scorned
m­ore than several times,
yet, you choose to dream
and continue to ­write lines
To you it is so clear
that there is something there,
­but I'd be such a liar
if I attempted to share
my perception of u­s,
what was and what will be
You're hoping to have a chance,
but ­you don't know the real me
I'm not sure what I want,
though, you ­may be the real deal,
but a relationship right now
just isn't som­ething I feel.
Inspired by Lupe Fiasco "He Say, She Say"

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