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Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
Mantis, you are mad because
After our dates my head is
Standing on my shoulders;
Such a disappointment,
Should’ve been disjointed
By your love,
But nature does anomalies
Not necessarily
Related to anatomy
Can we still be friends?
Does it work that way?
I don’t think we’re enemies
Even after injuries are caused,
Yet I’m not automated
In behavior,
Hanging up on risky calls,
I am not a savior;
Secret powers: common sense.
Forgive me if I’m on the fence,
Known so many lose their heads
Don’t look back and thanks for all!
...mantises, a topic I read about recently...
KC Jun 2017
If you follow me
I can teach you to keep up with my pace

You'll be the tone
I'll be the tempo

Follow me
and you will learn you never knew good mornings
until the sun rise was replaced by me

I will be your caffeine
your whiskey in a tea cup

I can show you the world that I know
like the back of my hand
as you eat out of the palm

You will learn to bite the hand that feeds you
and the lips

And you will believe the dead eyes that tell you
"You’re the best I ever had"

I will be on my knees
but it will be you doing the begging

I will consume you
until you can’t even close your eyes
without being reminded of the nights
I refused and used to spend with you

I will let you kiss my neck
and teach you to read the goose bumps
you create on my skin
like braille

Until the day comes
when my body speaks a language
you no longer understand

And that day you will say
I am the girl your mother warned you about

But silly boy,
your mother’s never met a girl like me
God's foxholes,
pick your poison,
burn burn burn, and
snare, flesh out an idea
and let it take hold. grit
your teeth, strip the bark
or just strip instead.
cherry, rabid, dragonflies
and headlight eyes.
this dream running us
ragged, this glittering
copper and boil before
you burst.

There is a piece of your skin that refuses to burn.
I keep sinking my teeth into it.
JR Rhine May 2017
Can you smell the decaf
in coffee breath

or palpate the aesthetic in
clothes bought
secondhand

the former amidst
those groaning to work
praying to caffeine gods
to jolt nerves into existence

the latter walking through shopping malls
spying the guise on mannequins
without frays and tears
mocking the Dickensian reflection.

Is the placebo
the one without the caffeine rush
and the credit card debt

or is it the one
who believes it will all
make them happier in
the end.
Heidi Ludwiczak Apr 2017
as scared as you may be...
as fragile and pained your heart had been...

try to find love
seek it as fast a jet
as quick as a bullet

let it turn you upside down
let it burn you with its blue flame
let it break you until your an ash --
                     let the wind carry you

leave your thoughts behind and follow the shattering noise
let it consume you
let it leave you under the rain
                      when you are all deranged and cold

no shelter, no room
no fancy dinner, you cannot rest assure

let it whisper sweet nothings
let it gently ripped you apart
                       almost like the autumn turns to winter

try to find love
that will torture your soul
that will remove all your beliefs in passion
                       tangle you in the most chaotic way possibly

let it take over you

just find love and give it all away...
for love is not that simple
don't fall in love with the idea --
                   Find love and give it all away.
This is love not just the idea of sweet sweet nothings
Leticia JL Sims Feb 2017
This feeling
this pain
I am going to one day pull it out of me
make it go away
but for today
I will sit in silence & cry
I will let the pain wash over me
drown me for the time being
I shall let it consume me
I shall let it
till I become strong enough to fight
till I become willing
Ella Gwen Nov 2016
I've seen pictures of your old girlfriend
on the laptop you let me borrow, I was
snooping, looking for something to accuse
you of. You told me they had all been deleted
(I hadn't asked) you told me everything
was gone.

I've read messages, happy, hinted, flirtatious
coy poetry played between two parts which
haven't been officially scripted.

"It's weird between us now, isn't it?"
berated friendship, bartered love offered
in the gaps which remain unspoken
yet.

He does not speak of her
anymore. I have not asked.

Was it, unsolicited? Or does she tickle
your decadent fancy; you do the honourable
thing now and flirt with her
behind her fiances back.

Each trial has been blond and I fail
at not hating every single golden glinted thief
who stole something before it was even mine
to take.

You rise and I darken; I smile sticking needles
in your misadvised tongue. Still, these words burn
sweeter than those in my head.

Something whispers about that girl
who just walked past. Inside my crypt
things do not look good for me.
STLR Oct 2016
Mr. Media what do you see in use?
Stupidity in a chair, idiocracy in the air

Education is just a blur, a vision that has been lost

Crippled by news crews that cast platooned views then show you what's not true.

Picture your life in a frame of comparison then digest their daily distorted narratives.

That's a daily dose for the average men. Lies captured in vivid images, Titles Capitalized, idols dress in disguise

take out your knife and cut the veil from your eyes for their message is too addictive, don't let repetition A rise.

Depressions a state of mind, medication is what follows, but what would happen to the industry's if their pills were never swallowed.

a family's all you need to fill the gaps & the hollows, don't choose your friends for today instead keep them close for tomorrow.

You'll never know what could happen, you'll always fear in the night...tragedy and calamity always just sound alike.

But if you take a moment to breathe you'll realize that you will be all right, medias all left...us with faulty fears of fiction and pure threat...depictions of falseness, fueling the mindless, yes those who don't feel, will soon witness a riot, a riot of self-destruction

Everyone has a function, soon you will find yours, with this property comes decisions, decisions at all doors
Wind & rain
I want to whisk you away
Kiss my love into your veins
Leave no part of you
Untouched
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