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Philip Lawrence Sep 2017
Better the gratitude of
a single child
than the angry
cheers of thousands
STLR Oct 2016
Why do you still talk to me, Can you not see I drew this chalk line for a reason. The treason you bring to my life, I can hear Satan sing temptations in my ear, I hear his sweet words but I want to reprimanded. Fear has left its bright red marks on my neck, Reminding me how I am a fleck, As I fell further you and satan just snear, Once I broke my heart and hope hitting rock bottom, It is clear I need to forget you, Never forgive you.

All of the ******* that I've been through, is neatly displayed like a menu.

Here this is for your viewing! at my venue. no this is not a celebration, just a feeling that continues

To break apart our communication, please take tissues and time to fix your issues.

this moment is not of coincidence, but more like a combination of human  failure and ignorance

You incoherently ramble words that are puns, then try to persuade me like the devils tongue.

Out of the shadows, I'm excepting the changes in the sun, I'm hoping my hearts pieces can magically become one.
Collaboration Poem with Levi Harvey
Nadine Swain Dec 2014
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why do people
only seek this
in times of need

in times of desperation
and in times of dire
loneliness

when they will
only leave when
the sun comes up
Charles Smith Dec 2014
Are you doubting yourself? You should.
You can’t accomplish anything you said you would.
He can’t climb the mountains, she can’t part the sea.
The only thing your armed with is little “I” and “me”.

The journey is too long and wrong, why start if you’re going to fail?
Stop trying to please yourself, your cross is already full of nails.
Don’t waste thought on the subject, enjoy the deflation of defeat.
Trust the air, fall into your grave, relinquish, relax, retreat.

Let’s take Martin Luther King, his pursuit was just luck.
Harvey Milk, Ghandi, I mean who really gives a ****?
Just because men die for a cause, can we believe they didn’t have flaws?
Men fall and float, leaders come and go, you don’t reap what you sow.

But for all the fault of man, all it’s deceit and aggronance,
Pathetic self-pity and pious, self righteousness.
There are some people who try again, who start afresh.
Who rise above the doubt and this is the measure of man's amount.

— The End —