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Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Regardless of your skin tone or status,
For every choice made, there will be
consequences
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 190 FOLLOWERS!!!
Really, I'm super grateful! ^-^
Lyn ***
Lynnia Jul 2018
We were dueling with sparks
Now we’re juggling fire
Flame still starves in the dark
Never beaten or tired
Doesn’t dim with age
It can’t be blown out
Still alive with rage
Feeding on your doubt
It doesn’t think
And it can’t feel
Driven to the brink
Craving its next meal
Anger scorches your soul
Many have learned
If you play with fire,
you’re bound to get burned.
Anger scorches you from the inside out and letting the blaze speak for you has its consequences.
Karisa Brown Jul 2018
I dont think
We see the dark
Until we see a crack of light

I woke up
Same as always
Too stuck in thinking
The fog was normal
Was supposed to be there

That somehow I Needed
Permission to be just Me
My high impact crazy ***
Overdoing it fast self

Yes I may be too much
And I really have to watch
My limits
But that's not the issue

I trust myself to come down
Off my highs
And all the things
That say I can't fly
Were Never mine

I release the need to please
To act as if I belong
I only belong to me
I am only accountable for me
No one else has a right to
Change me unless I let them
I guess I am owning it
My actions my consequences
It's the only way
I'll ever learn
What's BEST for Me! Peace
Lynn May 2018
He wanted me to forget everything
and drop the conversation completely-
but I refused.
Now I must face the consequences.

-Lynn
the terrible man.
I believe that every conscious being travels this road
Where nothing is completely given or reached
Where everything completely stop but never goes
This road diverged into either the left path or right
plagued with the  decision of making a choice
The pressure of that inner voice
Speaking to you
of the consequences of each action
the good never out weigh  the bad
The consequences never worth the results
The action of always sacrificing something in terms of ganging
It is the  road that you cannot venture away
No matter where you turn
you always end up returning
this road is one who tampers with your mental capacity
Your morality
Your happiness
Your individuality
It happened too those before
and will to those after me
what a progressional tragedy
For the first time,
I thought I had found
Solace in you!
But you were no better than,
The devil reincarnated
The one who finally turned my life,
Into wretched tormented living hell hole

When sit to think
I regret the first day
I saw you
Spoke to you
And even collected your number and know your name
I knew I shouldn’t have listened to the voice inside my head
And shouldn’t have been deceive by your beauty
But should have just left you alone

That moment my hearth began to love again
It turns out
There is no heart again to love
Only a stone that pumps blood
And I need no donor
This who I am
Because of you I am,
Worse than a leprous beggar on the street

Saw your place
And I came for you to relieve me of this curse
And torment you placed on me
But it turns out that mother nature have taken her course on you
So I am learning how to face the reality
And live with this curse and torment
My reward for loving you
STONER FOR LIFE
Alaina Moore May 2018
Today I am "okay."
"Okay" invokes no questions,
"Okay" raises no brow.

I bare the burden of your mistakes.
Forced into scandal
Reckless actions induced
Best efforts lost
In chemical seduction.

Your weaknesses become my wounds.
Lust swooned to torture
My mouth stitched shut
I'm plucking on the stitches.
This poem is based around a series of lies that I was in proxy to and so, must bare the burden of another's actions. It reflects the consequences of intoxicated mistakes, and their results on those around them; immediately and down the road.
hannah May 2018
People have led me to believe that I am not good enough
They don’t think of the consequences of what they say anymore
I cry behind closed doors wondering what I did wrong to be the way I am
Let's put it the way it is I am not pretty, skinny, or smart enough for anybody
Mirza Lazim Apr 2018
My mind was darkly resisting in despair,
Do not deem that I had been simply ingrate.
It was because your loss was always very near
And you were too generous even when you left.

You left for me here some memories of you,
A fabulous impromptu to feel you all the time.
Bestowed the crucial drive of being myself
And left inside - deepest - a bit meaning of life...

You are the lovely girl of a joyful family,
The love surrounded you let you be merciful,
But I had been on the battle side of this life
Fighting hard before all became remorseful

I sacrificed with my own hands the last solution,
You know, when you are hurt, I do not bare
Yet I am distracted by your delusion
And the peace of mind I can't find anywhere
Devin Ortiz Apr 2018
I woke up in the Mirror World,
Came down with flu, overslept,
Was late to work, I picked myself up,
And managed, as I often do.
But it was all a dream.

This one's a tad too close to home,
Though slightly askew.
Not the first time, won't be the last.
I skate just outside this reality,
Bending to its happenings.

The consequences, the consequences.
I wake up, slightly before my alarm,
I don't oversleep, but I'm sick, I feel it.
And I'll go to work and interact the same.
Carryout a reflected conversation,
Of a world that was just a dream.

All of this, while holding on to sanity.
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