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Poetic T Oct 2017
Her wounds were non-negosabile,
Knowing this was her fading epilogue,
           "I die free, I'm not your slave"

She choose this path, knowledge was
better than the servitude to false shadows.
She was bleeding a stream of life on the ground.

One will fade like stars,  but never reignite..
I fall in this moment of my choosing, her last words..
*"I  die for tomorrow, so that it may fly freely of chains"
Randall Walker Oct 2017
The pineapple is the whole,
Whether in the ground
Or in your bowl.

Rock in hand; above, down, pound.
Crack the spiny hull.

Sweet juice is found.
For all the fruits with sweet tooths out and about.
The Writer Sep 2017
The world alight with brilliant flames
Crackling, roaring, and all-consuming
Slowly, slowly burning sun-kissed earth

Rusted copper and scalded vermilion
Tawny ochre and golden amber
A beautiful fire twisting, twirling its deathly dance

The blazing inferno destroys the world
Razing summertime's final last breath
With the charring remains of autumn once more
Zero Nine Sep 2017
Am I just not quite my self?
Should I reach out?
Ask for help?
Well, all the others have

ALREADY BEAT ME THERE

Am I just too reclusive?
Should I reach out?
Ask for help?
Sounds ******* amazing,
honestly, but

YOU CAN'T ASK SOMEONE TO CARE

now can you?

The saying goes, if you don't feel old,
you're not old.

Me, I don't feel anything explosively,
aging fast.

The last time I remember as rapturous,
I was dumb.

Pushed up against the locker.
Never been kissed, since then
I've kissed and kissed and lips
have never been as plump.

The last time I remember excitedly,
I was dumb.

I was fifteen,
was sixteen,
then dead.

I was young, dumb,
now numb and wasted.

Just wasted.
it's not their fault.
i wasted myself.

shout out to afi's decemberunderground

easily their worst album

<3

but what a year
Mane Omsy Aug 2017
Belong, we all belong
The rich, the poor and all
From where we began
To where we'll end
The road will always show
Mysterious or furious images
That'll rest in our mind
To hell or heaven, we belong
Richard Grahn Aug 2017
A drip in the clouds...
One drop…
                      flowing down…
                                                    across the wind…
and to the ground.

A pitter a patter,
       it doesn’t much matter.

Rain keeps on dancing
       as this teardrop evolves
And quickly dissolves…………….into ripples.
ClawedBeauty101 Jul 2017
The ground isn't void
but it is;
Can anyone find
that out?

The ground holds up
but in time, it isn't;
It would be too quick to notice.

The flowers clothe the grass
but the ground crumbles;
it takes everything
with it.

Honestly, it is good for
the ground to be empty
Otherwise there would be
darkness within its core.

Good for the ground
to expose underneath;
there would be
perception of truth
Better to be found empty
than to be a fool.
Silver Dapple is a  Sign Name for My Older Sister
Love ya sis XP
Janae Bello Jul 2017
You quickly unraveled
my fragile heart
like a yo-yo.

My heart was the axle
as it was dropped to the ground
when the string snapped.
something old that i found
shards of shimmering sunlight
sliced through the tree canopy
to lay a bed of bright beams
on the soft earth's ground
ESTEFANIA JADED Jun 2017
Here's to me and
here's to you and
the thing we used to do
and used to be
now we don't.

You're just bended and
I fell shattered
I'm on the ground and
you've forgotten
how we used to love
and we used to matter.
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