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Carmella Rose Jul 2020
men are amazing
‘til one draws the game
and one burns a skin

i love your foolish words
and how you think
you cured me with ‘em
you thought a queen would vow?
yes, but never to a piece of pawn
of the enemy, only to the her king

calls, morning texts, goodnights
oh how i love them
sweet, vulnerable, innocent moments

you’ve got everything fit to ******
the crown but wait—
i am the crown,
built with steal of broken hearts
and mental shocks

if you think i am madly in love
well think again
salts can be deceiving as like a sugar
you know i’ve got a long list of ex lovers
all of em turned to ashes
because each ones i’ve burned quite well
from ashes to roses they all come back at once

begging for my love,
because never once i chased
and if we’re on a long ride
baby it’s gonna be hell

this is my game of love
it will leave you with a nasty scar
you won’t forget this angelic face
i’ll leave you wanting more.
the girl who once fell in love, now plays the game of hearts, she’s stronger and undestructable, one heartbreak could really change you and it’s been a torture to fall again.
Jonathan Moya Jul 2020
Up

A seed is a forest-to be.
A rock is a mountain-to-be.
A drop is a river-to-be.
A river is an ocean-to-be.
A cloud is a sky-to-be.
Clouds are an aspiring heaven.


An apple is a pie-to-be.
A brick is a house-to-be
A house is a city-to-be.
A city is a state-to-be.
A state is a country-to-be.

Down

A country is a war-to-be.
War is a bullet-to-be.
A bullet is a death-to-be.
Deaths are a city destroyed.
Death is a house fallen.
A house fallen is just bricks,
apples not grown, pies never eaten.

Death

Death is
the hell of  war,
the hell of the bullet,
Death is
a city, country fallen to hell,
hell is the fallen house,
bricks tumbled to dust,
rotten apples,
poison pies.

Death is the hell
of a heaven never found,
clouds never made,
rain never falling,
oceans never formed,
rivers never to be,
rivers dry from a dam of bricks,
forests never grown,
seeds never planted.
Cattatonicat Jul 2020
Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
All of them,
So desperate, so desperate

Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
Letting them deceive me,
Because I want to see their true faces

Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
Looking into their eyes, into their homeless souls

Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
Looking into their eyes, into their homeless souls
They think they can make a home in Hell,
None of them know
Hell wasn’t built for them
Hell was built for refugees of Heaven
For freedom, to be away from the devils carrying out Heaven’s deeds.

Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
To take a good look at everything Heaven doesn’t want to show
imehsahdehahs Jun 2020
i'm dead
i'm dead

by my own freewill

free
free

from all the pain

i'm in a better place now

i'm in hell
Everywhere is quiet.
Family is in bed,
But I can't sleep.
1 in the morning
Alone with my thoughts.
Thats when the demons come.
I dont sit in the quiet anymore.
Sound is my solitude.
Music, videogames, movies, and Youtubers.
White noise and talking to my animals.
My life isn't living.
Its a routine that I do.
I have no emotion in any of my actions.
Needs, and have toos I do.
Desires have long since departed.
Thoughts are not to be thought
but pushed deep into my forgotten memories.
Thinking is too realise
And realization is to spiral down
Down into somewhere that is hard to come back from.
My life is
Hell on Earth.
If i die, my hell will be this world.
If i die, this world will be my karma.
If i die will i even realise it?
Bebe Jun 2020
Death can we be friends and share a cup of coffee
Death can you be color red like the blood of Jesus and I will paint you all over my room
Death can we share secrets  ?
Death can we be soulmate ?
Death can you see me ?
Death can hear me?
Death don’t you see me drowning
Death Are you  invisible ?
Death why don’t you **** my demons ?
Death you walk in the light or darkness
Death do you know my deepest secret ?
Death do you know fear ?
Death can we please be love birds ?
Death why wouldn’t you  send an invitation before coming?
There is some many reasons why I write this
Cattatonicat Jun 2020
Devils are walking amongst us
And the only thing left to believe
Is to believe

We are here
Trading skeletons for skeletons
Trying to lighten the load
Because Hell doesn't wait for you to die
To bring you home

Sometimes we wonder
Are our moons for sale?
Are our moons in high demand
Or have they become surpluses?

While we prepare for our last meal
We take our shot at building our paradises
A little bubble, a little refuge
So fragile, so beautiful, so irrational
A gold-leafed imprint of a diamond

The moon belongs to everyone
Like the Sun, the day, and the night
And it's looking to play

If we must drink blood
Might as well pour it in the holy grail
Anastasia Jun 2020
dancing on a moonless night
the air is cold
stars the only light
a lacy white dress
flowing with her movement
is she porcelain
or is she human
a music box plays
while she slowly spins
her limbs held together
with staples and pins
sweet tinklings and chimes
while she closes her eyes
trapped in a hell
a soft gentle demise
winding down
the music slows
to staccato notes
there is no flow
just jerky beats
eventually

silence

my hands reach for the key
Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
With the ****** Virus,
continuing it's Live Concert
on Earth
and Hell stacked,
with all Our Devil's.
I for One,
am keeping My Fingers crossed
and Praying........
that Heaven will Host Me
on their Premises.
Alicia Prax Jun 2020
I looked down as I flew
Across the midnight sky
My winged being, a silhouette
As I longingly cast my gaze
To heavenly paradise.

I looked down as I flew
Looked into the waters of the Styx
The face that stared back at me
Was one I did not reminisce.

I was once God’s favourite
With wisdom far greater than the depths of the oceans
A prince of beauty among the angels
A harbinger to the end of evil.

Alas! Ambition struck my untainted heart
Greed overtook my common sense
I wanted to play God
But Brother Michael’s sword had its revenge.

He cast me out of my own home
Which was more
Than I could withstand.
Now charged with
Collecting the souls of the ******
With a whip in hand
I was left me to lick my wounds in hell
Surrounded by rotten minds
And rotten hearts on the death knell
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