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GaryFairy Sep 2021
peep can't see the forest or the trees because of material in the way, and when you hold up a mirror, you see perfection...i never liked mirrors, because i want to see something new...yes i was born and raised in ohio

up up in ohio
two brothers got together
to talk about some wings
to talk about the weather

thanks for the wind lord
we have to spread the word
eagles can't even speak
we need wings like a bird

on orville's death bed
his wishes were his plan
please use this bird for good
and let the pilot only be a man

moral of this story is that the female was trying to prove something and landed near cannibals, who only thought of living and not proving
the wright brothers doing for fellow man...women aren't evil, but will be used as a vessel until they accept their be whole...i know it's offensive to women, but it's logical to religion and science alike. My favorite writer ever is Mary Shelley, and one of my favorite poets and singers is Chrissy Hinde. Women aren't less than men, so when they don't feel a need to prove it, things will change. Just trying to think of a whole, and what it takes, Because that will make me whole. Love.

look at their names
the wRIGHT brothers
amelia AIRheart

drones controlled by women refer to documentary "america's bird"


maybe someone else invented flight...maybe god maybe nasa
sorry about the title, but i figure if it offends people not to look, then it's just not for them to read
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sometimes realization hits hard, like a suffocating breath:\

They broke her bones and scratched her pride

They whipped her skin and shattered her spirit

They locked her soul in her body

They stole her truth

and swept her dreams

and split her heart into a million piece

They deprived her of hope and kept her thirsty for a breath

Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, don't pretend the innocence when you know that evidence:]

you know I'm a forest a wild sent rule crucial

scars abandoned on attached feels I call brutal

on you a ceiling too high to reach

far from the abnormals we share we teach

my sick matches your sick

your sick matches mine

it collides it ticks

burrowed from the glares of a daemon monster flare

been sold to the harsh heads

been kept at stake

the stark of shame

glosses of unhealthy addiction of reigns

no one knows nor understands us our meaning

things we used years to strive hard to achieving

rotten wolves as in our animalistic

in search of prey

a hellish nature fevered burning hate of the realistic

remind my mental

were owned by devils

not sentiments not rental

pretend the innocence when the obvious seeps

let go of the hold to grip on the recklessness that creeps

bent beats of unmeasured clefts but for the darker not the tender

a dominant number on the silent hypnotizing hummer

i ravish skins when control is no more

its hunger

shot on veins killed

****** out of blood

same as ecstasy

same as adrenaline

still racing on a flood

                                                         ­                          ------ravenfeels
Alienpoet Sep 2020
You spit lies
you make me cry
silvery, slithers
half truths
your golden platitudes
aren’t worth your breath
you speak words of life
but you mean death.
Guntang Aug 2020
the art of indulgence
sweeping a tear to one side
a face dramatically glazed
I turned
and turned
one time
one space
spoke of devils and witches
but found nothing
to harbour the truth
SøułSurvivør Jul 2020
If millions of angels can dance
on the head of a pin
How many devils are impaled
on its tip??
The Diablo sat there one day amongst his inner innocence and decided that he no longer wanted his heart broken.
The Diablo cried and cried until he couldn't no more as it started to **** him on the inside.
The Diablo said to himself that he's going to block out all emotions and love for others and cause a reckless destruction while his heart of fire turned to cold dead stone.
His fingernails grew long and black after rotting under his temptresses phony heart.
The Diablo cried out loud but no one could hear him so he started to stomp his feet on the ground and grow his white angel wings into a sharp velvet black.
The Diablo had enough, he was tired of love, tired of being treated like a *******.
Diabo finally gave up and without a care did as he wanted to keep himself happy.
The Diablo is always filled with fire, but this time he ignited on the outside to show his burning sensation from within and he slowly withered away into a corpse shell to hide into his darkness with the phantoms in the trees.
Cattatonicat Jul 2020
Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
All of them,
So desperate, so desperate

Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
Letting them deceive me,
Because I want to see their true faces

Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
Looking into their eyes, into their homeless souls

Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
Looking into their eyes, into their homeless souls
They think they can make a home in Hell,
None of them know
Hell wasn’t built for them
Hell was built for refugees of Heaven
For freedom, to be away from the devils carrying out Heaven’s deeds.

Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
To take a good look at everything Heaven doesn’t want to show
Dez Mar 2020
We stared at the stars
For that was your home
You came from heaven
To dwell with me, a heathen

Why? I’ll never know.
But at the time I never wanted to go.
Then came a devil,
And I chaste her for she was on my level.

I know not why
I was so foolish to say goodbye!
I left you alone,
And now I’m skin and bone.

For in leaving you, my love.
I lost my life, now your above!
Do not accept me back,
For sense I do lack.

I now I know I was wrong
And now do sing this sorrowful song.
I seek your forgiveness,
Accept me not for I deserve the stillness.

So this is my recognition
Of my wretched condition.
Thank you for coming to the low,
And for the part of heaven you did show.
To the breakup's that were my fault.
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