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Avery Sep 2018
I once knew a girl
Her eyes were like the sun
Her heart painted gold
Always punctual
Never stopped for a breath
Pulling others along in her light
But though she is long dead and gone
My friends still think she and I are the same
Avery Sep 2018
They called her a comedian
A shining star
A talent
They love her paper mask so much
They never want it off
But once they start to notice how the ink will start to blur
Little dots of saltwater
All coming from her
Jen Snow Sep 2018
Staring

With
Lustful
Gaze

Seductive
Darkness

Eludes

Light
To
Dark

Black
To
White

Gradients
Of
Trouble

Capture

This
Weary
Mind

Lie
Still
You
Hopeful
Hostage­

Thirsting
For
Sleep’s

Tranquil
Sanctuary

Assuredly

Salvation
Is
Just
Moments

Away
Avery Sep 2018
My mind is a blank page
Well, not blank
More like a brainstorm sheet
Things I tried to erase, but the imprint will stay there
Memories of when I didn’t think I was good enough
I may not be bleeding but the scar still remains.
LanceSkiies Sep 2018
I'll be here for infinity x infinity
A penchant for curves like cursives
I say it in my verses
Vocab too wide for curses
Don't like likes
Fingers to whoever dislike
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Fun, I prescribe
Right on time
Better late than never
Man of the hour
Original with the flavour
Chocolate and Vanilla
Black and grey
If you're too slow to comprehend
No résumé
No references
DIY my title says
Fickle fools play 'Simon Says'
Press remotes don't change but
Batteries can be replaced all the same
God - like
Holier - than - thou; Pope's attitude, beg for mercy
Self - driven, self - motivated
Ministering like Osteen
Light and dark
Yin & Yang
Angel or demon I can be
High off life
Limitless, no pills
I'm probably ill
Well it's my will
To count millions in $100 bills
Like ice, I chill
That's me, trill
And that's that
Suh bill

LanceSkiies
This one was whatever came to thought.
Evan Sep 2018
Deep in a trench lay the boys in the grey
Their noses can’t smell, their guns are close
As they fight for old Wilhelm
Their helmets of steel and their great coats, caked in mud
A lone crow caws above the field as the mortars ring out

Far to the east, soldiers fight a beast
The one head of a two headed Eagle and the Bear
An Ancient empire, crumbling and sick, face a new one young but inexperienced
In the end, at bakhmach the eagle bested the bear
But to the west a lion and a hog faced the second eagle head

The Kaisers Fury was unholy, and soon he would bring down the british folly
And with but a swing of his hand he brought about the kaiserschlacht
A million men marched from the bears fields into the roosters meadow
And what stood in their way was two nations crippled and alone, and another sailing across the sea
I wrote this one two days ago
JaxSpade Sep 2018
The fall out of the alphabet
Letters in the atmosphere
Spinning as planets
With gravitational
Motivational
Habits
Continuously
With individual
Entities as phrases
With mouth
Attractants
Words forming
Magnets
To the eyes
Memorizational
Remembrance
This do
In paragraphs
Blood and bodied
Configurants of
Metaphorics
In vowels and consonants
The constance
Sentences said by
Existence in alphabets
Of the fall out
Deciphered by the brainstem
Of mens
Difference
Every one has a pen
And writes gibberish
To deliver it
To someone
who just might give a ****

The fall out the alphabet
Preparing for the aftermath
I penegrate the universes
I search with the masses
With huss and due demises
With raw and hood devices
For a rhyme I’ll use to describe this
A line to fit the verses
To describe my hopes and dreams more wild than huge atlantis
I wanna be a poet that writes with rhythm trances
I wanna be a part of the offspring that wisdom hatches
But I’m surrounded by many trashes
Infact! I’m loosing chances(tactics)
My soul hath an hidden matchet
Rowing-out my weary goal; burning down the **** to ashes
**** all the witches *****
Contempthy Aug 2018
Shame on me,
For not trying harder to be a miscarriaged baby,
Shame on me through being a surviver of a deadly tumor,
I am a tumor of the world,
Shame on me for taking up space,
Shame on me from not being able to prevent her sucicide,
Shame is all I feel,
I am shame itself;
And that voice inside my head I can’t figure out if it’s actually mine,
Or if I died off long ago,
And now I’m just something’s vessel.
I’m so scared of negative judgement from other people. But I am exposing pieces of me and maybe through that I can be pieced back together. I hope you find relatablity or  at least understanding.
AW Aug 2018
The sun is shining, we poets are rhyming.
Others might be out to bathe, but we fill our sheets with creative parts.
This is a thirty second writing, as I am freestyling the way I am diving.
Had an Idea of 'freestyle writing' within 30 seconds, that's the result.
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