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S A Sadeq Apr 2015
It is done for the green because of the green that flows in my veins
It is for the one who is fifteen and chose my love to abstain

It is done for the love affair and the feeling of the power trip
It is done for my inability to care and my constant need to sip

It is done because god talked to me and I am the chosen one
It is done because I am nobody and am considered equal to none

It is done because my plans are already ****** and rather vindictive
It is done not by me but by a ****** twisted yet slick miss-give

It is done because its a rare rush for me to eradicate a billion
It is done for it is his pathetic life I want to obliterate to oblivion

It is a mixture of anger and pleasure pushing something into limbo
To end every beginning including this rhyme destruction
Destruction; an aspect of death
these poems are involve in the story of my in-progress novel "REM"
Janine Sleiman Apr 2015
everyone tries to be different
everyone tries to be the pretty girl
all petty and trend setting
there's no point in trying to be like someone else
because in the end everyone will try to be you.
its like forcing a ladybug to pollinate with bees
complete different purpose
yellow.
red.
forcing your mind set to change
for the sake of he,
even though we know.
destroying ourselves,
flying with broken
black wings.
its true
happens too all of us,
once we change for others
we destroy ourselves.
Never believe
In the
Power of the Earth
To shatter your dreams
To pieces.
That is the way
To live for ever
In
Blissful ignorance!
28-03-2015
Sydney Ann Mar 2015
Better wrap my legs around you
'cause your eyes send me a blast
Better try to catch your breath
and put your fears in the past
Yeah you'd better close your eyes
I mean it'd be a big suprise
If I stole your soul
and was the cause
of your spirit's slow demise
Megan Leigh Mar 2015
I am not a door mat.

You can’t just come in and out whenever you please, stepping all over me as you do so.

"Welcome home."

A home is supposed to be comfortable, and that is one thing I am not, and so you are no longer welcome.

My door is shut, locked twice, chain and ****, tight as ever.

Nothing is getting in, so you can stop banging and yelling.

Although this is the most emotion I’ve seen you express in God knows how long, and you look so handsome through the peephole.

You knock so hard it almost feels like the wood is going to crack under your fist, but I built it to endure even the most powerful storms.

I’ve created floods stronger than your knuckles, earthquakes with my wails and hurricanes with my spinning, swirling mind.

You think you can break me, but you can’t, because I’ve already tried.

And trust me when I say, no one wants to destroy me more than I do.
Sydney Ann Mar 2015
Through this fire I will make you burn
On and on, you people never learn

With these hands broken scared
I will turn you into a work of art

I'll mend your bones
I'll melt your skin
I'll drag you to the dark


Don't fight
as I tear you apart
Never once always twice
don't even try to get away
you're here to stay

Holding back the fire
Slipping to desire
Waiting for the crash
Everything turns to ash**

how could we face this
How did we turn into this
Broken I am changed
I know ill never be the same
Collaboration with the beautiful Andie Ostrander
Leal Knowone Feb 2015
I will build a ladder with the bodies of my enemies. A mound in the trench, as I breach the wall. The paper cities will go up in flames. Leaving the power of their ashes floating in the wind
Mel Aug 2014
I yearn for meaningful conversation.
I crave touch.
**** emotions and expectations.
I hold back in fear of being consumed.
Why do I even try?
Destroy or be destroyed.
I can't hide anymore.
You infiltrated me,
I fail at removing you from my bones,
the scars are too intertwined.
I'm abandoned and I shatter,
I fall to pieces.
Utterly alone.
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