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Corbin Holbert Oct 2014
Looking down..
And walking through.
All around;
The crowds don't know you.

Not a sound..
Your eyes are glued-
to social media,
and internet news. 

Feeling proud..
Of a thousand friends,
who never talk.
You are abound;
"Hey you, watch where you walk!"

It's all so fake,
Your life's at stake.
These are the dangers..
Of becoming-

Another Troubled Screenager. 

-Corbin
Raw words Oct 2014
With lust you are driven
In a mind full of ignorance
A simple deteriorating soul
Lost in depths filled with sin
Lies be seat you
Harm will move you
My anger indulges you
You will feel my wrath
As I stand back and laugh
For the pain you've caused has only bounced back
You will never hear these cries
I will never again honor your lies
I wish for nothing more than to be away from your sworns
With deep roots into a soul that has many lives to conquer back
You will be alone
Your souls to slap
For I will not be in thy arms
For I will not be at your waste
For your means to life and what you choose is very much far beneath mine
A materialistic fool
For everyone knows new money drools
You are such a dog
And id be shamed to dance with a counting hungry fool
My estates
My family
You will never be
For I can see the real you and me
There is no you
Only me.
Lust after one who loves
C Cavierre Oct 2014
In darkness I am free
In light I live in false security

They say the shadows flee from the day
But they only retreat in my mind

I feel more horrors in daylight
Than I see them in the night
Victoria Oct 2014
But if love is what your truly after,
Stop giving in to the next disaster

False pretenses, smiles, promises and games
shall only taunt the heart in vein

Love , is open and honest and true
The love you seek, it starts with **you
Serenity Elliot Sep 2014
He wanted to get through to me
And knew that I liked poetry
So he jotted down his selfish thoughts
Added commas and some dots
Spaced out the backhanded phrases
Which he thought were deep and full of praise
And tried to cover his intentions with flowery description
To persuade me with a mental inscription

It is easy to tell when poems are from the heart
And the ones which have been deeply rendered
So I read those lines and cringed from the start
Because now I am sure it is you who is the pretender
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