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Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Please end my nightmare!
I can no longer endure
this unwanted curse.

Free my weary soul
from its prison of moonlight
strike and save us both.

Be strong love I pray
when morning comes hold me close
till I turn to ash.
This was inspired by a Nightwish song called slaying the dreamer.
Bhill Feb 2020
superstitions can be suggestive
curse your curious mind
deliver unexpected beliefs
take away your imagination
leave you with indifferent thoughts

so what
be curious and indifferent
take on the unexpected
be that one to ask why?

Brian Hill - 2020 # 41
Ask why
Curiosity killed the cat,
it was cursed and hurt and thrown away.
However, satisfaction brought it back,
it crawled it's way out of hell into the shine of day.
I believe inside we're all the cat
Fighting our way up to come back
But curiosity will entice, seem nice, and **** us again.
Now isn't that the loop of sin?
Just something I came up with from the popular saying
muteD Feb 2020
Please tell me why I even bother.
Why do I bother to scramble to find the words to express how I am feeling when all you are going to do is press Ignore?
I feel IGNORED.
Why do I bother to talk about the thoughts that run screaming through my mind when all you’re going to do is Interrupt?
You hate it but I hate it more.
Never being able to finish my sentence is the curse I’m destined to die with.
Never being understood is all I’m meant to be.
Invalid is all I am. Invalid is all I’m meant to be.
I’m just so tired. Tired of going through everything I have to go through.
John McCafferty Jan 2020
Flapping flames fall from above
A reflection of affliction
Kissed by death when time is up

The transference of one

To reimburse the curse
a cycle continues of the young
From which we all grow older
to become shards of the sun
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Idklove Dec 2019
Shinning in the moonlight
seems like a living angel down to earth with wings
I curse the moon and stars
cause they saw your skin First,
the color of your skin
like a vanilla ice cream
can I taste your skin ?
Like I would do!
M Srisaravana Dec 2019
Once I met a man of passionate taste,
He shared a story of his willful fate,
He prayed so long for a rightful wish,
When the Gods showed up, he asked to lift,
The burden of earthly bounds broken fit,
The Gods granted the seeker's gift,
Little did he know of the cursed pit, of that,
He ever loved, vanished from the grip,
Nothing that he ever sought, ever lived,
He roamed the lands evermore untainted,
Till he met me on the same path spiraled,
He shared his story of grievous fate,
Even the Gods he sought are no more,
To reverse the wishful seeker's stake.
Grey Dec 2019
I have forgotten the greatest idea
the most powerful words
the most cherished memory.

I curse my brain for allowing me to lose them,
to let the images slowly fade away.

I curse it for taking away
what I loved and treasured
for so long.

And yet
isn’t it the same thing
that gave me those memories
created those words
formed those ideas?

Isn’t the very thing I’m cursing
what I should be treasuring
the most?
M Grant Teague Dec 2019
Slip into control Satan.
Take my rising rage
And pressured passion.
It is wasted and hated
By those I entrusted.
I am standing alongside
My own corpse and it is time
Someone else used it.
I don’t remember the death
But my own magic is missing.
I need your fangs to dig deep
Seep the venom into my veins
The white purity has led to pain.
At least with you I know
That is what will come.
And It is my choice.
I tire of promises ****** in my face like salvation.
It is horseshit.
I will never rebuke God
But the toxic teachers of the church
Have led me to this tragedy.
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