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Cyrus Gold Apr 2016
Spinnin’ runnin’ circles on my mind like a roller coaster
Feelin’ feelings of fumbles and tackles I ain’t supposed to
Facin ‘ the loss of a good person just like I remember
In December suspected the fallin’ out but things were simpler

Happier times and facin’ the world – we were together
Smiles and happy vibes all around – birds of a feather
Can’t seem to pinpoint the exact moment within our history
When everything was fallin' apart like an unsolved mystery

Connection so sacred, how can this love turn into hatred?
She ain’t the one? I’m guessin’ it’s time to exit the matrix
Face the world at its bleakest gettin’ tired of all this fake ****
Cupid’s venom radiatin' on a regular basis

Stasis at its most basic got me feelin’ like an instrument
Gettin’ played by many different women  - a state of detriment
Turnin’ to Howard Hughes – isolation within the bachelor pad
Couldn’t accept the division of us - guess this is the aftermath.
From a real place. A breakup that I wasn't sure how to handle. So I wrote about it.
Spike Harper Apr 2016
There are words spoken of weapons.
Armor.
Forging steal.
And pathways.
A multitude of metaphors.
Depicting ignorance in force.
The odds continued to stack higher than my eyes could count.
As I used any and all tools at hand to resist the constant pressure.
Only with each randomly reckless swing.
Did the collateral damage become ever so apparent.
It was only when I let it all fall.
The mountain of mistakes.
And the pointless armor I foolishly wielded.
The very one I had constructed to fend of the darkness.
Blighted my existence.
Fused my already dim soul with its malice.
It's was only when her arms gently wrapped around my monsterous figure.
Did the hatred recide.
Tears of sorrow anointed me anew.
Trembling.
The will to stand and face my demons builds.
But it's her hand on the small my back that rejuvenates me fully.
Her presence which drives me
Surrounds.
And guides me.
I must be forever vigelent.
For the dark whispers beckon all the more.
A war of two worlds.
And so called single mind.
I accept the demon within.
SassyJ Apr 2016
Whispers questioning foreigners
Building tension from table across
Take a knife and dissect differences
The eyes light, oestrogen unequalises

Taunting demons flirting and damning
Why do you need to case in boxes?
Daunted, a downwards destruction
Demolitions makes the peace go away

Maps are just a physical division of space
A worth that float and boasts territories
How can we ever make this go away?
Barbaric conceptions, traumatic redemptions

The discernment pleading patriotism
Humanity claiming one consciouness
Nationality embodied in bordered lines
A  contradictory label leading to disunion
Fear is a dragon that slain and strains all.
Nigel Finn Mar 2016
The sensistive topic of religion
Occasionally causes some division
Amongst those who don't agree
Which is plain for all to see.

So let us broach that well known religion
That loves to claim logic when causing division.
The faith that I speak of is, of course, atheism,
(My view that it's a faith can cause much derision)

Now from a purely agnostic point of view,
It seems such beliefs must rely on faith too,
How else could you justify all that you knew,
Is infallible, and therefore must be true?

I know many people will want to attest
That religion doesn't apply to the atheist,
Which is why it's surely the silliest
To declare itself better than all the rest.
“I do not believe in God and I am not an atheist.”
― Albert Camus

I'm not religious myself, and this is a silly poem aimed at the more extremist atheists, who get really angry when their beliefs are questioned.
Viseract Mar 2016
Don't fight me,
It's not worth it
To be put down so easy
After thinking you're top ****

I am so violent,
More so when silent,
Trust me you don't want pain that you'll feel
For days and days

Moon is up, Sun is down
In the dark of night my sanity drowns
Now a smile, was a frown
So giddy with freedom I laugh like a clown

Rip you up, bleed you out
Your body so dry like a summer's drought
I drink the pain of my victim
With razor blades that I inflict and

With a patience born from bloodlust
I'll shred you up and destroy our trust!

Don't fight me,
It's not worth it
To be put down so easy
After thinking you're top ****

I am so violent,
More so when silent,
Trust me you don't want pain that you'll feel
For days and days

Light and dark, two different sides
Like the division I have inside
From one to another, so easy to slide
So when you see me enjoy the ride!

I don't want to hurt you
Yet at the same time I so want to
I want you to run away
And stand and fight, show me your moves!

I think we should talk about this
(I really want to fight)
Because fighting seems so wrong
(Yet at the same time so right!)

Don't fight me,
It's not worth it
To be put down so easy
After thinking you're top ****

I am so violent,
More so when silent,
Trust me you don't want pain that you'll feel
For days and days

I think you should run away
Before the light starts to fade
Because the moment it hits night
*You'll wish you were outta sight
A metal song, actually. But still adding to my list of poems
Viseract Nov 2015
I'll put this plainly: I like a girl
Quite a lot, actually
But all my thoughts are all over the place
They all clamour for attention, their beliefs attacking me

"Go for it," says my heart
"What have you to lose?"
"What ****** drugs are you on?" says a part of me
"Would you date yourself if you were in her shoes?"

Nightmare just shrugs his shoulders
"Why would you ask me?"
After all, I am virtually emotionless
I did ****** your family."

Permafrost dictates otherwise
"Follow your heart, because it is always true
Don't let anyone else
Tell you what you can and can't do."

Verdugo believes in chance
"Take the risk, if you dare
Take the risk if you believe
That she knows just how much you truly care."

"But do not get too cocky
You have your limitations"
I believe Verdugo has the best advice
For my current situation.

At least, the most positive advice
I kinda believe the unnamed part of me
But I also have faith in my heart and Permafrost
So my emotional division dictates an unclear destiny
Hmmm.... wonder who these "people" are? maybe... voices in my head?
Tins Nox Nov 2015
a line divides us
on one side stands
       stacked all steadily
the things to which
    I hold close to heart
morals
ideals
promises
                     to myself
       to others

and I can see you
watching me across the way
a mess around your feet
and fire
           climbing to the sky
heat embracing you
just as you like it

chaos                  calm
             to       my

sometimes
opposites don’t attract
sometimes they explode

I won’t ask you to freeze in my arms
and you know I’ll never melt in yours

a line divides us
           so little
                    so long
Ysa Pa May 2015
There will always be a great division
In this life full of intersections
The separation of the rich from the poor
The distinction from shoes to coiffure

The discrimination of races
The characteristics of faces
The gender inequalities
The life one lives spiritually

One's position in society
One's awards, medals or trophies
But what truly separates us all?
The crucial thing that determines one's fall?

The cause of life's great division
Is having sight but no vision
The ability to see real beauty
Makes men truly wealthy

Using time to make great memories
Learning from all the tragedies
Choosing to be happy at all moments
And to live a life full of contentment

There are the ones who have eyes but cannot see
The ones who can visualize the unseen
The ones who look beyond the horizon
The ones who appreciate all four seasons

The ability to see the same color in different hues
Is something that can never be sufficed
There are the ones who know the value
And there are the ones who know the price
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