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I slowly reached out for you
ready to say the words "I Love You"
then I suddenly awoke to the harsh reality
where not a glimpse of fantasy
can be found
cause your allegory is bound.
Lady Bird Jun 2015
heart broken but
still standing proud
in this world with
deceiving harsh mystique
Cíara McNamara May 2015
Self-doubt is like the madness
for which there is no cure.
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.
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