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stopdoopy May 2018
Sharp and dangerous.
That's what you think when you hear about them.

"They'll **** you quicker than you could blink"

"You'll hear the soft ****** of charms, spurs, and then it's over"

"The gunslinger- now he's straight from hell, no one could out draw that man, no matter what gun you have"

"I've always heard you had to watch the swordsman, he's like a ghost, never know where he'll be"

Now, I knew next to nothing about them.
Everyone they visited usually ended up dead.

Hard to confirm.

Standing here and looking at them though...

These soft men, all smiles, joking, relaxed.

I don't know about the stories but they're sharp and dangerous alright, etching their mark on my heart.

They aren't known for asphyxiation, but they sure stole my breath.
I wanted to try to write something about McCree and Genji but hmm... not sure how it turned out, oh well.
Uta May 2018
And there she was, standing in an open field at night.
Full of fireflies, flying around her,
She was one of the most beautiful creatures,
Perfect like a rose,
Gentle as a raindrop falling of a leaf,
Dangerous as a stormy hurricane and,

Beautiful as a double rainbow.
Comment me your thoughts! <3
adriana May 2018
You like to gamble.
I am the Queen of your heart.
You're risking it all.
You play a dangerous game. A game that I control.
Brent Kincaid May 2018
Donald Twittler, not a pretty picture
Sees himself as some kind of king.
Makes constant promises,
Doesn’t know what integrity is,
His word really doesn’t mean a thing.
Donald Twittler reveres Adolf ******
Wants a Nuremberg rally of his own.
He craves mass adulation
From a battered nation
From the mistakes that are his alone.

Donald Twittler phones from the *******
Rages  online in the middle of the night.
Each complaint anyone makes
He claims they’re all fakes
As if he's ever known wrong from right.
Donald Twittler, the personification of a drifter,
Has no relationship with the truth at all.
Don’t bother asking why;
He’s the best his Dad could buy,
And he’s never had to be on the ball.

Donald Twittler, a slimy sort of critter
Gets climaxes from national attention.
He has never had morals;
Buys his way out of quarrels,
If he had a soul it’s far beyond redemption.
Donald Twittler, thinks he’s better than ******
And we should all kiss his big fat ***.
More than half of us disagree
And urge him to quickly flee
Because most of us would just as soon pass.
amber May 2018
I am a pomegranate.
cut me open.
break my outer skin.

inside of me is my fruit.
the meat of me.
hidden.

dig your fingers into me,
pulling me apart.
ripping me to pieces.

I do not want to be
in your mouth.
feel the heat of your breath.

chew me up.
spit me out.
and leave me empty.
Robin MacCuish May 2018
Oh how I wouldn't mind wasting time
changing and growing by your side
like two grape vines finding purchase on
each other's shoulders

moving sideways against old fences
of trauma and borders

Oh how I wouldn't mind
growing wrinkled and saggy
if only if you were by my side
feeling time pass us by


Oh how I want to hear you laughing
Oh how I want to be there for you
when you feel sad
when you cry
I want to be your anger
when the world seems like a ship
wasting away without an anchor

Oh how I would give certain parts of myself
to move with you
in seaweed like motions
across our ocean floor.
soft sweet sand
dripping away from my shoulders
how the sea meets the land
even if we only dance
alone
On separate shores

Cause a world without you is
a world not worth seeing
too dull
unimportance and perfection glimmering
a shallow surface and purpose

and dangerous
more than any storm or cave
that we could tangle through
the fact that maybe
you might just leave me behind

and I'd have to suffer through
knowing there is a world
with and without
you.
Stewie Apr 2018
i have a dark side to me that runs away when the sun comes out. it's sickening and dense as a foggy night sky. i don't know what people want from me as i'm careless and meticulous in the dangerous sense. it can be hard for people to catch up to me and once they do, they sink into me like quicksand. i laugh as they become covered in the licks i spit, as they cry out for my hand. you asked for this, for i cannot help you, as it gives me great pleasure to watch you squirm. there is something obliterating beautiful watching someone else crumble to pieces around you while you keep sane and they lose their mind. i make their hearts race as they die and i steal their soul. as they gasp for air, last words slip off their lips,


"i guess there is no getting over you."...
i tried to tell you.
Brynn Shoemaker Apr 2018
“Stop”
“He hurt you”
“Don’t go back to him”
“He ****** you over”
Stop telling me what do to.
I can’t stop myself.
I love him too much.
It kills me to know that I let him back into my life for him to continue to hurt me.
I’m aware that he has destroyed me. No matter what I can’t stop loving him. There’s too much of him inside of me to let him go.
I will always love him.
Always.
I am dangerously in love.
SangAndTranen Mar 2018
Verifying rumours,
Living up to my name.
'Cause how can you destroy a reputation
When you are just the same?

Don't you dare be scared!
That pathetic face of yours.
Stop trying to befriend me,
I know you see my claws.

You cannot fight me either,
Do not even try.
You fall into my pit
You will inevitably die.

I dream of someone to appear
To convince me to stop.
But no one says it right
And so I carry on.

The running won't be fast enough,
The bullets will not pierce.
The bombs will not taint me,
Fire's a friend, no matter how fierce.

Just leave me alone,
Stay well away.
I don't deserve love,
And you'll live another day.
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