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NeroameeAlucard Jun 2017
I don't garden much
But
I do have a flower
Red with paisley highlights
A green stem, sharp and bright.
And leaves pretty as the summers day.

And sometimes a storm comes,
And im hapoy to go back outside
And put that *** with the whole in the bottom
To give it protection, because it will need that in this weird life...
Ma Cherie May 2017
There is a curious
   certain look
      a squint
        that eye
         storm
         you give
         nightly
        to me
    a signal,
wrinkling
part of face
time, an so
beautifully
   changing
     your look,
    stopping
  my heart,
an my feet
in their
inevitable
tracks,
derailing
thoughts,
from forgone
conclusions,
destination LoOSsT
in synchronized reverie,
some diamond ring
shiny
luster,
halo your head,
angelic attributes
ghostly apparitions,
rarified lit moments,
emotionally elevated,
veiling the truth,

I only see you-
you only see me,

we kiss -
becoming one again
until the moment
is realized
stolen,

Not allowed,
no, no,
happiness an bliss
are overrated,
must be,
or-

Why,
do these cursed,
EVIL,
time bandits
always return?

Ma Cherie © 2017
This save before I wanted to finish it this is about people who steal your time with shiny Illusions bright and shiny ones LOL just really metaphorical
There's something quite poetic
In the way in which a bee dies.
Once it's stung its victim,
It's almost as though it can't take
That it has caused somebody else pain.
So it dies.
Just like that.
blue mercury May 2017
you blew a hole
through my fragile skull
and planted dandelions to grow
inside of the soil
you poured
into it

make a wish before they're gone
*make a wish, baby, make a wish
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIXqKIgT9p0
Tuffy Mutombo May 2017
Never needed empathy
that comes with promises that are empty
scared to let you in
my soul has grown thin
false hope is the new drug I overdosed on
I need optimism to be my therapist
because I cry to doubt and it gives me no answers
worried about my future while sleeping with my past
I am 14 days to move on
Too weak to be strong
stuck in a maze dying to be alone
Lonely is my heart
scared from my past scared to move on
George Anthony May 2017
she's a beautiful one;
he's enthralling.
i'm playing loves me, loves me not
with hand grenades,
metal pins between my teeth

biting the bullet almost literally.

this too-big heart of mine
is gonna get me killed
someday.

this confused little soul of mine
is gonna break hearts
again.

i hope that when these bombs go off
there'll be nothing left of me
but entrails to be swept away;
clean me up
like the nuisance dirt i've always been,
finally rid the earth
of the stain my existence left
on its bright white shirt

and do not cry for me
please
just realise
how much better off you are
without me.
Ma Cherie May 2017
Life, love an cooking
are the same-
all of these,
require,
the proper ingredients,
to create a balanced
and perfectly wonderful
life changing recipe.
Idk lol...❤❤❤
Jawad May 2017
Sometimes, writing poetry feels like...

Playing Charades using metaphors to describe your actions
Solving Jigsaw Puzzles to assemble your current thoughts
Using Ouija boards to converse with your own feelings

Sometimes, reading poetry feels like...

Playing Poker when you study the writer's intentions
Connecting the poet's thoughts as if you were playing Dots
Figuring out the writer's feelings like in Strings

                                                      ­         Anyways, its always *fun!
Its amazing to think about how many things poetry can be...
Raquel Butler Apr 2017
I know
I shouldn't feel guilty for putting myself above you.
but lately, I've felt regretful
questioning my reasoning, my sanity, because I need you
(no)
I told you all my truth
everyone views her victim
to my crazy mind, that can't decide,
(you run when things aren't easy)
-and now I've begun to believe them.
I thought we could be friends
I apologized for your jealousy
made it all my fault (I should've known)
it was too easy.

Communication was key,
she said she got the memo
but she's been assuming things she doesn't know
and I've been feeling dreadful.
(stop)
I know she is affected by my actions,
believe me, I know too well,
and maybe this is me overthinking things,
after all I am sick in my head.

If only she knew the way you claw into my brain
(about her) everytime of everyday
I'm exhausted of the way you make me feel
Because one minute I feel just fine
and another I feel fried
im not free.

(you made her kryptonite to me,
but you are me
and this is more than just exhausting,
its deadly)
dealing w mental illnesses that cause you to toxically obsess over those you love, make interactions with them toxic to you. so so so fun!
K Apr 2017
Poems are full of metaphors and
I could use every metaphor to describe how beautiful you are
For you are my poem that breathes.
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