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Breeze-Mist Aug 2017
Is there a good way to tell someone:
"I love you from the bottom of my heart
I hope what that what you desire is done
And that all of your dreams get a start

But if I spend any more time with you
Beyond what I absolutely must
I'm going to loose my mind and do
Something that even I don't trust"
SQUID Aug 2017
Of all the ways I know,
writing's the fastest,
in head, out mouth,
out hand, out there.
The Trumpoet Aug 2017
"Da Mooch", he was ******, was rude, and was loud.
As his spokesman, you'd think that would make Donald proud,
but he's suddenly dumped before we got to know him.
Yes, his job's been cut short... Just like this poem!
You can also see this and my other Trumpoems performed at: trumpoet.com.
Link: https://youtu.be/nxvj9GsLEkw
Written: August 1, 2017
me again Jul 2017
i practice a speech,
so maybe you'd hear me
contorting my words
so they sound more appealing;
endlessly awaiting the appraisal
of my phonics
while, on the inside,
you struggle with responses.
Acknowledgment being
the first step to healing,
i tear open old wounds
by internally seething..
grieving the losses of
speech never spoken,
we utter different dialects;
our English is  broken..
scared to speak up,
and most likely start choking
we dissipate tension
by laughing,
and joking
originally written on the 5th of May, 2017.
Gabriel burnS Jul 2017
she emits
vulnerability
slight submission;
the makeup of
her heart's desire;
a secret invitation
to a trap,
her bait, infallible
her every fiber
now conspires;
the message,
slightly cryptic,
abandoned at your doorstep
on arrival,
implies an SOS;
a damsel in distress
beneath the armored shell
of self-sufficiency
"come, rescue me
from dull security",
the cypher says...
A one man army
now awaiting orders,
to deploy along the shores,
to breach the borders
to conquer every hill,
capture every trench,
to liberate the thrills,
from every inch of flesh
The queen within
the prison tower
now demanding for a siege,
for deadly force,
relentless power,
and no rest
till she is free
pt.1; pre-war
Benji James Jul 2017
Man, why are you playing with her heart?
Why'd you had to go tear everything apart?
Yeah man I still got your back
but can't you see that she's aching?
Her heart wasn't meant for breaking

You're so consumed by the drugs you're taking

Can't you see you need saving

I tried to give you everything I had

But now everything has just turned bad

Your ringing up your ex, telling her your sad

But how can you tell her about the new girl

Can't you see this ***** is breaking you to pieces?

Believe me, man, I see it

And this may be a little hard to take

But I am just trying to protect you and her mate

You can tell me that I'm talking ****

But I'd bleed for both of you **** it

Can't you see that I'm throwing myself on the line

Don't tell me I'm crossing the red line

Because I'm so lost in my mind

It's so hard to describe what I'm feeling inside

Watching you be ripped apart by all this

**** it's starting to break me down

Everything is crumbling to the ground

So where do we both stand now?

©2017 Written By Benji James
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