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Muu Aug 2017
sometimes we do get tired putting others at the first place, we don’t even realize it that we are into their game. we tend to listen the noisy souls asking us to make a peace and have a better relationship with human beings. we forget about ourselves, we are drowned, losing ourselves in chaotic waves. they don’t get how hard to get up from their game. we are trying so hard to find the real world; the world they destroyed.
Silverflame Jul 2016
The world is trapped in a thick haze,
which is why no one wants to be themselves these days.
They are watching; circling like vultures,
while slowly washing away my colors.

Bandages and "sorry" don’t fix bullet holes,
decaying people have decaying goals.
Do not dare to dream of something bigger,
when your friend is shaking with their finger on the trigger.

Childhood songs are stored within,
like ink is etched into my skin.
My youth they stole; they left me plain,
with venom quickly crashing through my veins.

We are all but pilot episodes,
failing to ever make it as we go.
Like lost souls we flourish through the night,
searching for originality to make us shine bright.

Society; your cage is officially suffocating,
our lives you so ruthless is dominating.
The truth I speak is so loud you can not ignore,
because this is not another harmless metaphor.*

I declare war.
Randy Mcpeek Jul 2016
The Light

I’m feeling emotions I don’t want to feel,
praying that God helps my journey to heal.
The curtain has fallen on my happily ever after,
my knight was a man who crushed my spirit. I heard his cruel, mocking laughter.

Before my life changed, I had goals for myself. I once knew how to love me.
I believed in myself and what I could do, and my own happiness was key.
I didn’t need anyone to make me feel whole.
Self-confidence and self-love were already present, they were a part of my soul.

My light was so bright, I knew others felt it.They were drawn to its charm.
Then He drew me in with his promise of love; he said he'd protect me from harm.
Like a thief in the night he stole my light, his words left my soul bare.
I gave so much that now I am empty, and, I realize he never did care.

I can’t help but wonder why did he choose me? It’s just plain evil, I think.
Devouring light like a modern day vampire, until beautiful souls are extinct.

Randy McPeek
Ava Bean Oct 2015
"Don't beat yourself up about it,"

He said this as if by hearing those words
I would not receive the bruises and scratches
That he repeatedly gave to me.
That by hearing those words,
Every hurtful thing he told me was flawed
Could be erased
Dissolved.
He told me not to beat myself up about it
As he was slicing me open.
E Townsend Nov 2015
I will drag my knife along your skin,
sharp blade down into your fragile, shaking canvas,
incising an increasing beat of whimpers and whines.
Please hold still. I promise this will hurt.

I will expose your clattering bones,
rip out your chattering teeth,
erase every impugned utterance
you muttered against me.
I will carve my letters slowly
on your unzipped frame,
sliding the burgundy blood across to
blot
       clot
              dot.    

This is only preparation for what is about to follow.

I will puncture your throbbing organs,
slash your stretched cartilage
with an unwritten script.
Before I press further,
I’ll assure you, you are still alive.

I will twist each phrase,
haunt you to believe it is your fault,
force you to beg the slightest escape.
I will permanently etch my name
deep in the frozen chambers
of your quivering heart.

I will open up the blueprint as a demolition expert,
remove whole fractions of your fractured soul,
leave you a horrid wreck in the abyss
of a mess you just made.

You will not get rid of me,
though no trace of evidence is left behind.

My hands have been clean from the start.
So I had this workshopped and I got so many good reviews, I'm still glowing
You said you were forever
You said we'd always be friends
You stick by my side no matter what
It would be years till we met our ends

We would have our children play
Like us they would be together
They would share all our memories
Like us they would never lie to each other

Then you started to hide things
You manipulated, controlled our rights
We cried over the phone
As you started merciless fights

You promises all disappeared
Becoming faded ink on our sleeve
You turned all but a few against me
Soon we wanted you to leave

Once you were the world to some but
you hurt us more than we can say
You brought pains, scars and sadness
Emotions that will never go away

And now you've gone and left us
The pain has finally gone
But tears can still be shed at night
From a pain that lasted so long
Special thanks to Ember Evanescent ( who if your not already following you should) it was a neat writing prompt and a fun rhyming scheme.

I hope you liked the poem please feel free to coment with any interpretations I'd love to hear what you readers have to say about my poetry
B M Clark May 2014
Confusion clouds my mind
You're perfect and you love me
Why can't I love you?
I don't know who else to be

My heart yearns for the one
That knows without knowing
This boy that was a man even in youth
The ache in my heart still growing

I miss him, and I've tried to fill the hole
That was left when I pushed him away
But you aren't him, I can't love you the same
So I hold back everything I feel everyday

He said what I needed to hear
In his faults I find perfection
And I just can't let him go
But these lies are becoming an infection

I love him, the way I can't love you
I lie in hopes my heart will change
But I know I don't really want to change
Everything in my life I must rearrange

I wait and ponder why my heart is gone
My heart has not been mine for years now
But I finally feel the empty place there
When he's not in my life somehow

I made a promise to you
I shan't break it, but in the end
When my vow has been fulfilled
I am going to have to make a mend

Because that will be the end
Of the us of you and I
I will hold out for the one I love
And I'll never again say good-bye
I wrote this a long time ago, and for heavens sake the boy I loved back then was mentally abusive. I'm sorry to the recipient of this poem that I was too far manipulated to give you a fighting chance at my love.
2aftermidnight Apr 2014
I’m turning to an ugly beast..A servant for the devil..A black slave with a lost heart.. who are tortured by his lord.. A torture have never been seen or heard.. a lord who let his servants choose a path between light and darkness.. servants are blind enough to dig in darkness to find light .. but is the servants are truly blind.. searching for Hop,promises.. But manipulated by the devil..

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