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Eleni Mar 10
She is often misunderstood-
as a ****
as a strong lover
as a sharp-toothed romantic.

The fire in her eyes
does simultaneously,
warm and scare those in her presence.

If only they would see
The loyal
And the caring
The complex
And the daring
flames that light her floral face.

And she is healing too;
she shall soothe the deepest disorder
that plagues her grassy companions.

The sun beams echo her roars
which burn the skies orange in her blazing gaze.
I am a lover

of beauty,
of words,
of animals,
of nature,
of life,
of death,
and of the chaos that life brings

I savor every moment,
be they bitter or sweet,
ripe or rancid

my heart guides me,
but I still try to use my head

but I am also a fighter

ready to risk it all at a moment's notice
for those that I believe in
I'm a nice guy

but don't **** with my pride
Liv Blaise Jan 23
Burning and thrashing
your skin is melting into mine
your heart and your lungs a ball of fury
burning and burning
until they are gone
your bones falling to the ground
laid in a pile of misfortune
my confidence fading
my ego is bruised
so please excuse me
while I lick my wounds
don't worry, I'll come back every bit as abrasive and headstrong as ever
Yancey Jan 19
Is it  worth it I wonder
Trying to look past the obvious
Going thru it
Over and over
Taking credit I feel
I don't deserve it
Was maybe once
Didn't see that you weren't
Genuine feelings no mistake I fell over
Learning nothing by looking at the cover
Hard time remembering
Repetition subtle hints
Left undiscovered
Selective memories
Hundreds of me I used to be
Countless others I'd never let happen to you
Situations not necessarily circumstantial
Always without words my end
Multiple choice
Was you I wrote in
Confused I'm not
I'll cut my ear off
Colten Sorrells Dec 2018
Sun Dec 2018
I began to bawl while she knew nothing
about the body to catch
"You can't do that, Leo."
For three days, I responded, "yes sir"
I knew I was in trouble

I didn't think he'd appreciate this before
us swinging the bat and slashing a guy for him
for us, he was restrained in the cellar with the bodies

He kept staring at me,
chrissake he had to know

As far as I could remember, he hit me
Go on hit me harder, I dare you!
I thought this as if to say
a beating meant that I could do nothing

but oh how he was  wrong
This was created out of sentences and words from a book, I picked out some pieces and worked them into a poem and revised it to flow collectively
Brenna Dec 2018
what do I see in her?
I see fire,
a passion so deep-rooted and
so strong that it burns anyone who dares
to contradict her
in her I see a blaze of vivid emotions,
intense thoughts,
brilliant words,
and an intelligence so grand that I’m in
utter awe
every touch of hers is heat;
every glance from her gives me a flush
in her I see fire,
for she burns bright as the sun
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