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They say blood is thicker than water
And Friendships never last

Yet I see flaws in their words
Cracks in their statements
As I gaze upon mine.

Is it possible for a mother to not cherish her son?
Is it possible for siblings to exploit and milk one another
Of their riches and simultaneously not care for their hearts?
Is it possible for children who grew up together to cast away
Their eyes when their brother is bleeding broken on the floor?

Behind their embracive hugs and smothering kisses
To us, their brothers dearest
They spy in our eyes and our fathers smiles
Such riches that will carry them to their swollen graves

Alas however friends though not related turn out to be
The second family you are granted by choice
Your staunchest supporters; your gentle confidants
Will be the friends that stick by you no matter what

Isn't it surreal that friends would drop everything to come to your aid?
Isn't it surreal that friends will degrade themselves to console you?
Isn't it surreal for a best friend to know you fully and understand you
Completely more than family and then accept you with your flaws?*

Family is stuck with you; no choice given-tough luck!

Yet friends choose YOU; your Knights in shining armour
Spilling out my frustration with words and rhythm
Jenny Jun 2015
A scarce smile
A heart forbidden to love
A soul in great famine
Parched and dry
No fertile ground
No seeds to plant
But what does a ***** man want?
Oh I know!
A woman with two ***** of fat on her chest
Hips as wide as the ocean
Lips that only aim to please
And hands that could put a mans pain at ease.
If only these ***** men could take a trip in to our minds.
They'd be running for their lives.
Then the thought of using us as  mistresses of sexually explicit ceremonies won't ever cross their minds.
Something I wrote half asleep
Lol
Xan Abyss Apr 2015
I promise myself
you'll break
if I keep pushing hard enough.

You are an angel of liberation
How could you ever love **** so hateful?
It must be a lie, it must be fake
But I can make it true if I break you

Heavenly creature, let this creature come to you
Smother you and shovel all his wretched love in you
The way a golden goddess glows, mortals always follow
And only through destruction could she love a fiend so hollow

At your weakest, I strike
A predator in love
I convince myself you'll feel the same
If I damage you enough

I will teach you to love me
So that you can teach me why
What a Demon's meaning is
In an Angel's Eyes
A metaphorical self portrait of the obsessive, destructive, vile lunatic I am.
Colette Williams Apr 2014
I remember that day,
That day you walked with me.
I remember it felt like peace and harmony.
It was refreshing in all of its simplicity.
My friends, my family, they all neglected
What I had to say, the questions children ask every day.
It did not matter what kind of attention you gave.
Even if it was negative, it was a drug that I craved.
You may not have understood, but you knew it, didn't you?
You knew that I truly, desperately needed you.
Exploitation was your art.
I wish I had seen it; I wish I was smart.

— The End —