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Three years, I've waited for you.
I thought your love was that true.
If you suffer like I do,
You'll know how it feels like too
a short... a verse taken from one of my poems.
Denxai Mcmillon Mar 2015
You are an additcion.
I wish I could kick the habit that is you
All you do is bring me more pain
More suffering
For a few hours of dopamine
I remember when you were the cure
When my chemistry was imbalanced
You were my stabilizer
Now, all you do is drag me down
Because you don't know
I'm too ******* hooked to let you go
I'm wasting away
Everyday I crave you're affection
But what's the point?
I'm not even in the span of your attention.
David Jan 2015
A life in broken glass,
A reflection-
One million pieces,
Impossible to see myself rightly,
Tell me who I am,
Which of my pictures fit together,
This curse-
     this curse
This curse of suburbia,
The unperceived ritual,
Take
Regurgitate
Build
Charge the culture gods,
Update the computer shrines,
Dam them all,
They replaced the spiritual encounter:
Our birthright,
Traded for ***** water,
Our entire lives,
Washing nothing away,
This murky bath is our judge,
Confronting our condition

If I could reach into Apollo's cloak,
I would pull down the stars and put them in my eyes,
Drowning myself in pedals of flowers,
Give me stimulation,
A temporary satisfaction,
But dislocated from the natural idea of rest,
Wilting away from their stem,
Ready to die
PrttyBrd Dec 2014
Letters fill my lungs
As I fight to breathe, to live...
Still choking on words
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Antonio Fonseca Sep 2014
Life is a gift, both, over friendly and unwanted.
How could it not be?
Outcome of supposed love,
nothing more than selfishness
hidden behind a mask.
Pdub Sep 2014
That's it; the stare.

Knowing I was done for,
     right here, right there.

Your eyes mesmerized my paralyzed life.

And gave me the courage to not blink once,
     but twice.
Frances Aug 2014
My lust
        Was found living
  At the end of your leash
    
          Leaving me to wonder
if I was ever free
      
        I needed you
   And you used me
      
          But I screamed I loved it
   And let you be

         Shards of glass on the floor
    I swear to god I love you more

                 With every knife you'd twisted and tore
            Its the pain you give me I adore
svdgrl Aug 2014
Sometimes I cannot say
what is blue rose or basilisk.
Esz-Pe-Bea Jul 2014
Trophies for last place,
And a Holiday for every weekend.
A taste of this and that...
OF Italy and Ireland and Asia and Germany
and every township in the county,
and 3 collective Miles of
Portable Toilets,
Strategically Positioned
throughout each event.
cause there is going to be a Lot of ****...

Hooray for whatever we are celebrating this weekend.
Whichever one of the 30 different Woodstocks
Or week long Music Festivals
That exist only so
the Hippest of Hipsters
can congratulate each other
on how Indie they are.

Ya know, it's happy hour somewhere...
Why not party
All Day, Everyday?
Devalue the weekend
Like we have thanksgiving
And New Years.
A Five Kay For the Common Cold,
And We'll even give trophies for last place.
Cause we're all winners here.
and we're all hungry.
And What represents your heritage better than
Pizza or sauerkraut or General Tso's
And endless flowing barrels of refreshing, Ice cold, Domestically brewed and Nationally brand recognized Alcoholic Beverages?

IT's The Great Dumb Down, Charlie Brown!!!
A symptom of the Universe
If there ever was one.
Mass anesthesia to keep us all content
With our collective mediocrities,
our Forfeit Potential,
Our Day Job that doesn't pay very well,
But kind has benefits.
So we stay on.
In fear of nothing better.
It makes feel important.
Like Wheel of Fortune makes us feel smart.
(Wow, you can spell?!)...
Dwindling returns in a world of Beige and Pastels
And the Muted Grays of limestone concrete.
We Accept less and we Get less and we accept less and we Get less
And On And on and on,
till we hit that lowest common cultural denominator,
where your race is what food you eat,
And we all qualify for the special Olympics.
A selection from a series of poems written on the handrail of a bridge.  June 13th, 2012
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