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Ambika Jois Nov 2015
The book was opened years ago
The story was always a blur
The author’s still unidentified
The plot holds a gift, not a curse

When you’re feeling lonely,
Take a walk and think of me.
Breathe in all that is pretty
As though you’ve little to carry.

My dear, hold your chin up
The sky’s clear at last
The stars are your audience
You’re the hero, the leading cast

You’re never alone
I’ve left the crew behind
The story must go on
You’re the hero till the end

Walking by those trees
Past those walls
Over those roads
Across those fences
Just like we were floatin’

Summer breeze kissing us
Through our hair
On our skin
On our illusive faces
Just like we were imaginin’

All was captured in the walk
We were there through every blink
“Lonely” could never be you
Even after this story ends

You’re never alone
I’ve left the crew behind
The story must go on coz
You’re the hero till the end
Batool Oct 2015
Known as the beast,
He actually was the
cursed prince,
his only parts that were human
were his beautiful heart
and the crystal blue eyes
that held so much pain
mixed with hope
to find his Beauty
who, with her True Love,
will break the spell
but
the beauty was too blind
to look beyond his ugly appearence,
to drown in his crystal blue eyes,
and
to fall in love with his
beautiful heart
the hope in his eyes died one day
the curse grew stronger
and now he was
The Beast by Heart !!
James Jarrett Oct 2015
Let your children grow cold
Cold and hard as stone
Let your hot tears never fall on their skin
Let them go to the ground
Alone and without you
May your sorrow and grief
Never see them again
Never give the last goodbyes
May you be given as you have given
Not a measure more
Nor a measure less
May grief and misfortune
Follow you for what you have done
For you have forsaken a mothers love
And denied her
Her dead son
There is nothing more despicable than to deny a mother her goodbye to her only son. A funeral held in secret with the only intent being harm while she weeps into a baby blanket. Sometimes I can't believe the depths of depravity that people will go to to be vindictive.
Alyanne Cooper Oct 2015
I run down unlit streets
Like the hounds of hell are at my feet
And I can barely keep
Going my own heartbeat.

It's the witching hour
And I've got a taste most sour
Like brimstone and fire
Because the night holds only the dire.

This is my end and my defeat.
This is my fall and my surrender.
And once I give in...
This is my home and my familiar:
The moonless sky my soul's twin,
For in darkness and shadows we live.

The clarity of life is gone.
Left to our own dark devices.
We are the haunted, the ******.
Those forced to exist without sleep.
Garth Lebowski Oct 2015
Let the moon bless this spell, let it drench these woods with its cold light. My glimmering stars, grains of sand washed upon the blessed shores of this universe. Sing for me your infinite song of time and hold off your bright and cruel mother until all requested deeds have been done.

Just what lies o’er yonder lustful future? Tender embraces from my purest loved one? A thousand strokes from a wandering counterpart? A declaration of emotion from my forbidden equal? If all goes as agreed, my heart’s greatest desires will be set in stone. And written in blood under the roof of this ancient bothy. Beneath the aureole of a billion stars.
You are the only one to blame for all of this...
I am ****** because of you.
Death sings through my veins now.
You were supposed to take care of me
and look... what have you done...
Your eyes locked me in bitter sweet flames.
For what? Tell me? If we weren't meant to be anyway…
Your charming ability to disarm me even when I'm in a burst mode...
I don't know why you still have that power...
It is so unfair!
Why can't I set myself free from this cruel torment?
Make it easier and end all of this once and for all.
The right moment will never come anyway...
Didn't I suffer enough already?
What is holding you?
Sick devotion?
I don't love you. I don't hate you either, but I should…
I hate myself for not hating you!
Sometimes I wonder…
What would you do if the nightmare would kiss your loved ones...
Would you be capable to finish your original task looking into my eyes?
Your intentions are the only foggy lines in your mind that I can't reach.
I am a hopeless walking corpse spreading ashes where ever I go…
My Essence will always belong to you,
cause of the infection in my soul...
I am thirsty. I need electricity. You know that. What should I do?
Guide me. Do something right for once.
Your flesh should pay for the state that you left me in.
Empty and cursed.
Floating in a tasteless life, day by day,
knowing…
no one can bring me back to life, like you used to...
Why are you still here?
Go away.
Go while you can.
It will become very ugly soon or later.
No one, not even you will be able to make it stop.
Just go.


© Christina Philipe
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
Why must we fall even when there's none to catch us?
Why?
Is love a blessing or a curse?
Is it truth or lie?
Why must we lose our hearts to their breakers?
To little palms that will ultimately release them aground
Why must we be seekers?
Why do we only feel at peace with another soul around?
Why must we spend sleepless nights contemplating
Who our hearts whole shall mend?
Why not opt for self electro-plating?
So that we own hard metallic hearts to the end?
Why do we embrace vulnerability in the name of being human?
Why is passion such an embraced tumor?
Brent Kincaid Sep 2015
I like cussin’
I even researched the word.
It ain’t cussin’
There’s an R that is not heard.
We’re talking of cursing,
The taking of God’s name in vain,
Back when it was blasphemy.
Those days will never come again.

It ain’t the same way
Like it was back in those times
When spitting on the sidewalk
Was a jailing crime
And black people had to walk
Down in the gutter.
There were words back then that
Decent folks didn’t utter.

Well, I ain’t religious.
I don’t go to any church at all.
It ain’t that I am evil;
I’m not riding for some fall.
But there are times
Like when you hammer your thumb
That saying “Oh fudge!”
Sounds just plain old **** dumb.

I am not sending
Anything or anyone here to hell.
It’s just helps
To say hell or **** or fuckaduck
When you have to yell.
A shuckydern don’t fit the bill like
A shouted “****”
When you are *******, raving
Ready to spit.

I totally understand
That some words have a place.
Calling people *******
Can be seen as a huge disgrace.
But I still insist
That many times in a conversation
The word *******
Just fits the momentary occasion.

So, scoff if you will.
I’ll try to play by your nicey-nice rules,
But there are people
What are nothing but ******* fools.
I do hope you pardon
My not liking any more pleasant words
When someone says
The dumbest **** I have ever heard
(Illustration from: australianpropertyforum.com)
Alexis Sep 2015
I'm stuck in this castle
Never to return to the ground
I will never see people again
I will never get to walk around

On the sweet grass
Or in the cold water of the lake
OH HOW DO I GET DOWN?
How much effort will it take?

I don't understand
What I did to **** her off
She probably chooses at random
Who she wants to lock up

She's a wicked witch
Who will never get caught
Because nobody can beat her
No one's smart enough for her plot.
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