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jcc May 2015
a:\>assumetheposition**
i know you been
looking forward to this
girl, you know what i like...
now assume the position
no this isn-t love,
this is simply friction
no i don-t think
i-m afraid of love,
i-m afraid of commitment
cuz commitment implies limits
and you are not the sky
you-re just a guide
through turbulent times
when hormones run high,
our inhibitions absent,
and our self-esteem
is missing...
lest we forget about reality
in the midst of our tryst,
as our bodies glisten
don-t act so innocent,
don-t act so holy,
don-t act indignant...
you-re just using me
for your lust too,
also as a friend
who will listen
you might try to
read something deeper
into this, go ahead...
i know you enjoy works of fiction
so back to the thesis:
assume the position
j:\>jcc
Nikita May 2015
I hate it when this happens
You break and I get blamed

Your shattered pieces lay on the floor
I don't care
I just kick those pieces
You're nothing to me

Chill, I'm not that heartless, its just a **cup
****.
Dead Lock Apr 2015
You want to play?
Is your finger ready to fire?
Ready to shoot your harsh words,
through my hopes and desires?
For if your ready to shoot
Go right ahead
But if your ready to **** another
Then you must be ready to be dead
I hate bullies
My mind speaks to me as if it was once alive,
walking on cold tracks,
and waiting to die.
Though, I always speak back
"GET OFF THE TRACK!"
My mind never listens to me.
a Feb 2015
deeper meaning, over thinking, poetry really does give a beating.
The river flows endlessly droning on
In its never ending song
Roaring like a train
As I flys with the grain
Rumbling swishing flowing
As one, accepting each drop, growing

The river splashes against the rock
The stationary weight
Pulled down by its heavy burdens
The roaring rivers freight

They are seperate elements
Toghether in the stream
The river a gentle blue gasp of life
A crowd of laughing joy
The rock a heavy grey sorrow
Pushing around the crowd
Cracks from the ages
Of river sweeping around
Now and then harsh or gentle
Waves lap against the rock
Smothing holes or cracking edges
Slowly wearing it down
Yet never joining
For they are seperate elements.
Repost if you ever feel like the rock in a river bed, neither with or against the crowd, simply there, forgotten yet constant. Slowly gaining cracks as your weighted down by the past.
Cheyenne Feb 2015
I feel safer in the silence.
I feel safer in the darkness.
I feel safer with the monsters.
I feel safer in the abyss.

In the shadows I have hidden
all the secrets I've been given--
all the secrets that I made
trying to tuck a life away.

You want to **** them with the sunshine,
but I only dance in moonlight.
I stay hidden beneath the stars
because all my scars
are wounds I got in plain sight.

So take me to the dark side--
it's much safer than your harsh light.
Rockie Feb 2015
If Life is but a dream,
Then I wish to wake up
And live in the harsh truth
Of reality and pain
Sierra Scanlan Dec 2014
The liquor that trickles down my throat makes me realize that you never truly were mine but somehow, I was yours.
Lynn Greyling Dec 2014
What  vast  and  unveiled  sand  before  me  lies?

It  is  the  desert,
where  the  morning
cries  farewell
to  treacherous  night;    
willingly  fleeing  
as  dunes  set  alight!

Day  has  arrived  oh!
…  and  so  the  harsh  sun …
who  only  disappears
when  day  has  done.


So  friendly  and  mild
at  first  in  the  morn.
With  its  temper  soft,
and  kind  without  scorn.
But  when  it  sees  clearly
the  vast  empty  sands,
it flares  up  in  rage
with  fiery,  flaming  hands.


Burning  on  thorns
reluctantly  growing
like  ungrateful  creatures
to  the  sun’s  overflowing:
A whole  night  has  passed
and  naught  has  been  done!


How  cruel  can you  be,
o  merciless  sun!
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