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Quin Rosenheart Aug 2018
Drink until I give up
Drink until I die
I've done my share
I've tried to save
But now I say goodbye
his devil lips
took from them
in
sips

he watches my form
pretending he
has
been born

scattering words center stage
trying on lovers
with fits
of
rage

welcome ladies
to my banning days
that my eyes
be
ocean swole

swirl in my bowl

they lap him with thier tongues
they are easily un strung
from playing
beautiful
tunes
to
dreading thier minds

into his room

that my prayers could escape the sky
listen as the smoke bellows
from his eyes
what part
of
you
would you like spread
your heart or that part
that scents blood
once
be
tween
your legs

watch for him to pick your next drip
hold his hand
as he helps you
slip

from
his
devil lips
?















...
..
.
they more than likely

will
...
..
.
Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
Done with the past,
Moving on to the present;
Fulfilling dreams
For a successful future.

Life’s not just a walk in the park,
It’s a threshold of obstacles;
My past was not a joke,
I bet hers as well.

She achieved recognitions,
Gained a lot of friends;
Met up with past friends
And even fell in love.

But all these changed
As time passed by.
Betrayals in the back,
A heart break tore her apart.

She was totally lost,
Got nowhere to go;
Just about to end her life
Until hope reached its hands.

Through true friends’ help,
She was revived and changed;
Life went back to its old way
With more achievements to boot.

She had buried the dying self
And brought herself back to life.
As the time had come,
She succeeded in flying colors.

Now, no more of this soul
That lingers in the past.
Now, here she is
At the best time of her life.
This was written after I joined CYA, a religious org in our school. Tells how I was able to get out of my "Great Depression" & of what was in store of me.

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