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Kendall Jun 2018
Food is the enemy and it always has been.
The binge wasn't worth it.
It set you back,now look what you've done.
You've created more work for yourself.
Good luck you fat ****.
Mane Omsy May 2018
Soaking wet, I am
Trembling fear, in me
Where was I?
During the crisis
I don't remember your touch
Love, was it?
That tore us apart
Then, love is the foe for us
Kimberly May 2018
I try to contain the poison that leaks and streams
from my brokenness
...as tears streak my face
looking like streams in the desert
...but there is no refreshment in these bitter streams...
I heard that it was a choice to be broken
...but why would I choose to break myself? Maybe it was all of the curses that I've spoken-
against myself...
have I unwittingly foretold my own emotional death?
...and all of these years I flaunted it like it was emotional depth...
Whatever the case- it doesn't matter
Noone has hurt me more or been as unkind
As I search the corridors of my heart and my mind,
I find that
It is I
Replay after replay of some emotional torment, trying to find the fault with me...
That **** hurt- why can't I just leave it.  Right. There?
What they did hurt! And that **** ain't fair...
Why do I feel the need to make it about me?
It's this kind of behavior that keeps me from being free
I've become my own enemy
...so I lie here and I continue to bleed
And I try to contain the poison that streams
From my brokenness
...as tears streak my face
Looking like streams in the desert
But there is no refreshment...
Bryce May 2018
When i was a little boy
and my booties could fit within
a small couplet of square metal
to which I had been given

I did not question, I did not complain
I existed the sights and smells of simple place

I licked the mist that watered plants
Crushed coffee beans in the employee
lounge
for they laughed at such a little boy.

It was 2002
and America was still somewhat free
When movie theaters had plastic seats
Empty exits
Then I sat the edge on watching Pokemon

Living in an electronic simulation
Taming, Creating monsters in my spare time
Travelling the tri-valley
Commute of a thousand years

Today,

It only takes minutes
And my soul drips strange when I see the house
Devoid of lavender,
Cut of oak tree

The park that once held the promise of a century
Diminished into brief obscurity
As new developments
Shaped like matchbox
destroy the grass
And raise land prices
To end the american dream

Paved roads that sang of free
take their toll
now I cannot see why this could be

What interest could there be
To paint our chided memory
Out of mind, out of sight?

Now the place I bought grilled cheese
Dipped in sharp tang of pickle juice

Bought and sold to an optometrist
To continue questioning the vision
of our adults
Mantas May 2018
do forgive you, dearest enemy of mine,
In your name I shall raise a glass of wine!
Your misdeeds were but a blink in my life(?);
Do not worry (if I am honest) I wish no strife.

I forgive you from the bottom of heart -
After all, in my life you had but a little part;
Towards you I hold no grudge or malice
Your name is not accursed in my palace.

I forgive you, even when I care little of you,
I forgive you, my dearest foe, because I loathe you.
I fear not of sin,
I embrace it and all that’s (supposedly) wicked,
One of the kind I am, out of all the souls restricted.

Restricted and limited by world’s laws and morals;
Men are imprisoned in their “peaceful” quarrels!
Democracy is an idea foolish and so overrated,
The word being rotten - that is directly related!

You see, my Dearest Enemy,
I forgive you fearlessly.
The men have lost their true identity!
It is failure that reigns in clear hegemony…

I forgive you…
Because that is what would annoy you!
The world have lost its battle of its feeble life.
World's end was by your metaphorical knife.

I forgive you, kindly,
Yet I refuse to name you.
Thus you shall be nameless,
Formless! Frameless!

But the Hope is not all lost.
The human mind will defrost -
Your reign will be over, forever
Right ideas will be merged together.
AIA Apr 2018
"Your enemies are not the ones holding their swords against you.
They are the ones standing by your side with their daggers behind their back."
Sometimes not your enemies are the real enemies. Sometimes it's one in your circle who's pretending to be your friend.
Isabella Terry Apr 2018
Is this blood mine or yours?
I want to go home.
I don't know you, and I don't want us to die.
We both lay here, barely alive.

You look scared, a deer glowing faintly in the headlights of a rusty green vehicle.
I can see the tempest of my own fear reflected in your chocolate eyes.
Must we be enemies, only because our homelands are?

I see you finger something under your shirt.
It's probably a snapshot- mine is.
You keep it there to remind you of your promise:
Your oath to lay eyes on them again.

I know that we fight for our countries.
For what we believe to be right.
But...
Do you suppose...that only for tonight
--presumably the last night of our lives--
We could ignore the politics, and just fall asleep together?

In the morning, if either of us wakes up,
We can once again plummet into the ocean of duty and justice and pain.
We can drown in it then.
For now, could we take a swift breath at the top of the waves?
That would be nice.

Neither of us has said a word, but no matter.
Language barrier has not kept you from agreeing with me.
A simple series of countenances has signed our temporary truce in our place.
A mutual gaze of farewell,
As I drift...

Into...

Sleep...
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