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Andrew Rueter Nov 2017
There's a line drawn in the sand
It's a line drawn by the man
It's a line drawn by the hand
That feeds
Our breed
Misery

There are lines drawn on our faces
As sand hits the ground
These fault lines are from the races
Our lives have found
The lines get deeper
Like cuts on our skin
The lines get steeper
Like our chance to win

We're thrown into a landslide
We see the ground collapsing
For all the silly things we lie
And the things we say in passing
The momentum of this earthquake
Will never cease, only take
And these tectonic plates shift
When we live a hectic hate rift

I need safety
To embrace me
And save me from my world imploding
Before anyone can say they know me
But the planet is shaking
My mangled mind aching
I trap myself inside a steel vault
Never forgetting this is my fault
mitus Aug 2018
now who am i supposed to say good morning to?
or wake up to a text saying i love you
where am i gonna find someone like you
i dont want anybody stealing you,
you're not even mine anymore
but it still hurts to know somebody else likes you
and i know this is for the best,
our split,
i know someone will treat you better than i could have ever treated you
and im sorry we werent meant to be
and im sorry for how much it pains me
and im sorry if you want to talk to me but ive been crying too much and i cant see
we both know someone better will come along for you
i just want no part of it
i dont want to see pictures of you two
holding hands,
having fun,
hugging,
kissing,
loving each other the way we used to
and im sorry if that's a problem
but i cant stand you being happy without me.
and i still love you.
adept Aug 2018
step
       by
           step
                   i’m fading away
                   and it’s all your fault
i am not as brave as i was at the start
Twalib Mushi Aug 2018
I  couldn't  protest
As  you  stole  my  heart
With  your  magica­l  parachute
You pretended to be a better pilot.

I  am  screaming  and  I'll  shout
My  innocent  heart
Un­knowingly, i  gave  you  all  credit
Helpless  I  couldn't  fight
I  am  com­pletely  lost.

Look  now  what  you  left
Nothing  but  a  bad  ­taste
A  taste  of  pepper  and  salt
Whether  I  believe  it  or­  not
This  is  all  my  fault
It  maybe  my  fate!
adept Jul 2018
i am trying to go through
this with you and take it step by step,
but we seem to be going in
opposite directions.

you towards the fault line
and me towards the light,
but to our surprise, you
end up getting through
this without me in the end.
John Emil Jul 2018
Takot talaga akong simulan
Dahil ako ang dahilan ng katapusan
Mga ngiti at tawanan
Nauwi sa matang mugto ‘t luhaan

Malakas at matapang sa unang pagdaan
Ngunit sa huli tumitiklop at lumilisan
Kahit gaano kahigipit kang hawakan
Dumating an pagkakataon ika’y aking binitawan

Mahal na mahal?kahit kita iniwan
May dahilan kaya humantong sa hiwlayan
May tanong bakit kailangan **** maranasan
Ang malungkot kong paglisan

Tandaan ako ang dahilan
Lumapit at nagparamdam ng di mo makakalimutan
Sabi mo nga nagbigay saiyo ng kahulugan
Ngunit sa dulo ikaw  iniwanf luhaan
Though thine two grown
     former babes in crib age,
now lead checkered lives,
     no longer monopolize my time

     as though their persons went backstage
either one embracing, judging,
     and negotiating positive
     chutes and ladders with courage

evoking glee this papa
     helped both beautiful lasses
     avoid being risk averse
     navigating life with minimal damage

though to get ahead of the class,
     (asper the eldest Eden Liat)
     credit karma fairly and squarely attributed
     to herself with encourage

meant from this papa, who oft time
     felt he lacked any clue
     akin to a hobbled battleship left
     to drift at sea, whence,

     upon landfall sub
     sequent lee forced to forage
in a foreign dominion (akin to being
     among Settlers of Catan),

     plus devoid of instruments to gauge,
     an optimal strategic operation,
     thus figuratively groping in the dark
     (unaware of a brewing twister)

     guided by blind faith
doth admit saying sorry,
     but apologetic homage
     would disqualify thyself,

     a "FAKE" mastermind
     undeserving of just desserts,
unfairly via diktat plucking sweet treats
     awash within Candy Land,

     a deceptive image
entrancing, luring and, spellbinding
     ultimately incurring trouble,
particularly when Shana Aubrey

     (younger by about
     twenty six months)
garnered lion's share of parental attention
     necessitated mandatory intervention

      due to language
skills, plus pronounced
     developmental delay,
     where supreme social service

     sages gentle massage
wrought divine prestidigitation
     as one after another
     case worker did overencourage

to counteract congenital
     cognitive setback (coalesced in utero),
now finds das dada envious
    (cuz, aye got mired, hogtied,

     and bogged down with
    obsessive compulsive trivial pursuit,
     hence warrant so lucky as thee Punim)

     steers ship shape body electric
     round her uncharted cerebral
     cape of good hope passage.
Meandering Words Jun 2018
entirely at fault
the Ubermensch
within
will still find
a means
of spreading the blame
beyond
the limits of responsibility

even these words
pass the blame
onto something
that can be claimed
as being
beyond my control

so is it even
really
my fault
at all?
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