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tree May 15
the pain of this love allows me to live
warm hugs and passionate kisses blurring the truth of abuse
it is you that i will always forgive

the signs you give me, i'm afraid i cannot deduce
at the beginning, it was innocent, simple kisses and such
but later it grew devilish, degrading me of trust

your love brought me pain, i said it wasn't much
but the truth is, the amount of lies i told was robust
i know now, i was blinded by love

your eyes pierced me; it seemed like you cared
the symbol we see at weddings are white doves
but maybe what you don't see is their wings are ripped bare

not allowing them to fly free
i guess they're just like me
but you see :

it is you that i will always forgive
for the pain of this love allows me to live
twisted sonnet?
Jaxey Apr 25
the last thing I tasted
was chocolate chip cookies
as you pulled away
and leaving my lips
I miss her already
Chicken Feb 17
We physically met,
our fingertips touched,

We both transformed
into previous tenant dust,

Our bodies
dissolved in the fallout.

We were the last ones left.
Helene Marie Jan 15
you called me an underrated friend,
like i was just an old product
that people had failed  
to play and experiment with
Austin Draper Dec 2018
We are mammoth near the mud
But on the ground, we are but clouds.
Your divine blue demons beyond the trees
Make me wonder of my actions of yesteryear
And if you wonder if I should
Keep infecting your creation.
God! The day keeps going
But the years keep slowing!
Strangely brilliant behind the earth you have looked
But why not in front? Solar flares are too dangerous for us
I pull peaceful fragments from beyond the tomb
But yet they aren’t of our puzzle!
Be transparent. The insanity never ends
Continues it does, where have you been these long hours?
So heavy in the gods
That enough we can’t have
Only of their help
And not of their word
We invoke black meaning under the shadows
But in the light a meaning of white is not the way
Tighten up your wig! The vision has gone
Keep looking, for signs there must be!
Shifting unseeing
There buoyant
In another country
An unreliable map
In an atlas of hurt
With what regrets?
The foreigner
Must go without luggage
In a different light
This is your way.
But in ours
Why must it be?,
So heavy in.
Experimenting with prose. About the very oxymoronic things of life.
Austin Draper Dec 2018
This one requires a bit of backstory. I saw that the record for "Shortest Poem" had some contention. And that Muhammad Ali composed one that consisted of "Me, We." So, I sought to at least tie this record. So, I did.
Austin Draper Dec 2018
Honestly, know what you want to
Facts can’t be forgotten
Your opinions can be what they are  
Evidence is why we are unrotten

Humans have such angst
Everyone has their own opinion
So much change that is too far
Personal preference makes us not a minion

Uniformity is unrealized inner chaos
Don’t fix what ain’t broke
Personal expression makes you shine like a star
Alternate facts make our race choke

The system is only ruled by few and those who speak otherwise are false
Don’t blow issues out of proportion
Those who rule just make us at the bottom scar
Don’t make it so that tradition is viewed distortion

Honestly, know what you want to
Facts can’t be forgotten
Your opinions can be what they are
Evidence is why we are unrotten
Know yourself, Humans are terrible things.
I'm just so grateful I have some great people who read my poems! I'm so humbled, and glad I can make someones day better. This poem is about Opinions, and how they clash. (/r* =R2r*+Ax1> R2r*+A/17^21} C D A D}x2>+1 +1 A +1<}\ \)
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2018
Little bunny was so adored,
Little bunny then grew up
as Peter Rabbit.

Peter Rabbit was so loved,
Peter Rabbit now becomes
Her guinea pig.

Alice was her name,
Alice in the Wonderland.
Alice liked Peter,
but treated the rabbit no better than a mere guinea pig;
for her experiment—
in her Wonderland.
Thanks for experimenting on me, *****.
Arianna Nov 2018
Clouds soar above the moor,
Littered with the November skeletons of trees.
I wonder whither they fly
So high above,
Rabbits fleeing the imminent
Absence of light
As the sun sinks lower,
Golden fingers still gripping the horizon,

                    From amber,
                    To russet-rose,
                    To scarlet,
                    To grey

Into Night.
Arke Nov 2018
you photograph me
the parts I hate
my stomach and legs
the shutter clicks
zoom on my stretch marks
my jiggly bits and thighs
draped with see-through fabric
my skin for your eyes
to capture me
through your lens
raw and rose-coloured
we'll see what develops tonight
hot lights flash stars
my eyes are fixed on
your lips as they smirk
when you catch me
off-guard and too real
you're too close to my face
you're too close to my body
you're too close to my heart
and for a moment I'm scared
that your camera really does
capture all of me
all the parts I hate
my darkness and anger
the sad memories
the things I've done
the people I've hurt
I'm nervous you see me
but you whisper I'm beautiful
there's another click and flash
for a moment I believe you
and hope the camera captures
the me that you see
through your lens
Ran out of my own fantasies so decided to write about someone else's
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