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NefariusHD May 23

Those who try to hurt others only end up hurting themselves, my love, passion and kindness is too strong.

I am a warrior, I am the sword, I am the shield & most importantly the voice of reason,
If you can relate then you too are a warrior, it is a revolutionary time and if you cannot relate then perhaps it’s a time for change and or a reconsideration.  

Money, fortune and fame is not what we seek, it makes the heart weak, there is not enough space in my own or a fellow warrior’s heart for greed, pride or anything alike,
Those who hurt others only end up hurting themselves.

We look to leaders, prophets & gurus for answers yet lose ourselves in the process, we forget that they are just people, and at times become unaware that they aren’t all that different from us, the answers lay within each and every one of us and we must remember that everyone is a teacher.

The fight never stops, we must push ourselves every day, so, keep fighting, keep that fire going and try not to lose yourself in the process but if you do, don’t be scared because there’s always help, you just need to reach out.  

Don’t forget that we are not survivors, we are not animals nor are we predators or prey, we are human, we are warriors.

Hope you feel a little less alone,  
Thank you.
Anonym May 20
I only fall asleep after writing some lines,
And can stay with the open eyes for hours,
Looking for some the Universe's signs,
And my desire devours me with all of the powers.

So I do everything for fame,
I want to everybody knows my name,
But I don't want to get it 'cause of shame,
'Cause I do this all for fame,
And because of my soul' s flame,
To life this is my only claim,
This is my main, my man,
My fate's stain.
I want my fame.

I forgot all the lyrics that I've done,
But for sure I can try to improvise,
Because I ain't bad in rhymes,
And time to times,
I can do something really good for fun.
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Zywa May 12
Beware of people

who cheer you along the way –

like vanes in the wind.
“Cien años de soledad” (“One Hundred Years of Solitude”, 1967, Gabriel García Márquez)

Collection "After the festivities"
Cindy Apr 11
I hadn't written a word of God in over two years
He barely speaks to me anymore because he knows
That fame, that fame -

Well… never mind that. Or do mind
What I am trying to say is that:
See fame, see fame...

Look -
I am a liar

and God knows The sorrow I coerce onto paper
are not my own It was for
the fame. The fame

in exchange for all that melancholy
Does anyone want to hear of my successes?
I am happy! I am happy!

But you all do not come
So I lie
Life is miserable, and He had left me…
My dear friend please show me
How to act like I know these

Bumbling facades running this place
They’re all fakes that take up the space

Stuck in a whirling fantasy of power and fame
Tucked in a twirling travesty of towers of blame  

That they could never take for themselves
Lingering at the top takes a lot of help

They have gluttonous accounts, that makes all the headlines  
Without the money around it’d be an endless breadline
to rich gold is to taste gold
to rich gold is to rich the black market
gold is a taste of gold
gold is a rich of gold
gold is a black market rich of gold
gold is a taste of a rich black market
gold is a rich taste

the black market is a rich taste of the black market
fame is a walk of fame
fame is a walk of gold
fame is a rich gold of fame
a walk of fame is a walk of gold
a walk of fame is a walk of a black market
taste is tasting fame

taste is tasting the riches of fame
the riches of fame is the riches of gold
the riches of fame is the walk of fame
the riches of fame is the riches of a black market
riches is fame of riches
the black market is the riches of fame
the black market is the riches of gold
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc… this poem is about gold is the riches of gold. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Payton Feb 24
All of the others can guarantee you the world.
But I can give you my heart.
I can't promise you fame or riches, but you will always be safe and warm and happy.
And even if you do not love me, I will  love you with all of my being.
This poem was written in 2016.
courtney love syndrome:
“why do i obliterate
everything i kiss?”
Francis Jan 14
A king will be a king,
His queen must be a shill.
Dare she were to disobey,
Stick her head in a guillotine.
The modern world seems so classical,
An era of error on repeat,
As if a broken record,
So to speak.

Her hair a factory of honey,
Glistening eyes of a little girl,
A figure of motherhood in need of a mother.
Why, she was just a baby,
Right from wrong?
She could not tell,
He wanted her,
He got her,
And they all danced to his tune.

She worshipped her king,
Loving him tenderly as —
The king worshipped himself,
Taking care of business.
An entire world heard him speak,
Yet never saw her.

Enslaved in a kingdom of grace,
While she was up,
He was down.
His majesty ruled rocking,
Molded his maiden,
And left her but to wonder,
Simply of his whereabouts.
The throne,
Lonely without her king.

A flawless woman feared flawed,
Merely a mirror of his honor.
A man of many mistresses,
Ravaged for *******.
Who was she?
She could not say,
A lover or a friend?
A mother or a gem?
In time past due,
She could not stay.

The goddess vacated his palace,
Long left to showcase his gold,
But even those walls reek of plastic,
Hindered by a painting left unseen.
They did not know him,
Neither did he,
Only did she,
And she is forced to eat,
At the dime of his memory.
No disrespect to the king by any means, but the queen is hardly even acknowledged.
Dylan Waits Jan 13
As high as her heels
Son of Dionysus
Red wine soaked thrills
Through a quarter life crisis

She tells me her name
I'll never remember
For flesh, for fame
For love dismembered

Her candy-coated nose
It burns like mine
Petals fall from the rose
Onto her spine
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