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Paramount Pawn May 2015
Even if I make you sad again
She's there to protect you
I'm no longer by your side
So don't let me keep holding on to you
Danie May 2015
Winter is like when you jump in a pool for the first time in summer
Flowers are like when you fall and scrape your knee on the sidewalk
The feeling of warm blankets is like being lost in the middle of the woods
Love is like when you're bleeding to death and no one will help you

Space is not like a void of darkness
Living alone is not like solitude
Painting is not like making space more attractive
Making music is not like decorating time
carolyn May 2015
dying to live
living to die
Nebek Wormer Apr 2015
I'm not sure if I can go on, but
then what would be the point of living?

Living? What is it that I even live for?

What is my purpose?

Where do I stand in this World?
And what will my place be as the years goes on?

It doesnt make any sense to think of the future,
as it is, unexpected, so what must I think about...
The past? Been there done that, no way to go back...
.  .  .

Surely...
This process of self awakening must be outside the realm of thoughts...
Outside the world of my mind...

No longer will I sit and ponder
I will look for every opportunity to live in the present
...to find what I am looking for
...to establish purpose
...to establish my place in this world
...to establish peace of mind
...to establish a connection so loving and blissful to the
divine

P............S.........to establish my eternal happiness

Sincerely yours,
J.......H.........
S R Mats Apr 2015
"I am a poet"
That is what our ego tells us
What we tell others
What others desire for self
What we desire to hear
So they tell you that you are
Quid quo pro
We stroke one another
Manus manum lavat
When I die I hope "they'll" say
"A poet has left us"
But then as now
I will not know it
Lauren Cole Apr 2015
everything is ******* tainted
by the taste of your lips
by the memory of the words you used
the way you painted a picture
in my brain
an eclipse of life and love
it filled me up
and now that its done
i get an uneasy feeling
when i hear a song she says she likes
the way her eyes flutter in the light
the way i imagine they do when she looks at you
the way you held her like you do
and i feel sick, too
sick
i hit pause
and its a shame

its a good song
Eleanor Rigby Apr 2015
I am not for him
For he has her
And I am not for you
For you have her.

I am for loneliness
For she has me,
For I have her
And we have each other.


F.Z.**N
I remember the day
I told you to go.

My heart was in pieces,
my chest was heavy,
Sometimes I wish

That day never happened,

because I lied.
DAVID Mar 2015
my everlasting eyes,
shine, at the sight,
of you, and your eyes,
deep as the sea,

mi everlasting soul,
bares a curse, heavy
and strong, the shine of
those eyes, in a time,
give the broken heart hope,

the chance was given, and
not accepted, now is all over,
almost lose my freedom, the pedofile's
cousin, and your corrupted and
lying **** up world, disgust me.

the backwards world,
and the loss of freedom,
was the end, of it, you lose
me, now you know, what
you want.

finding, what you lost,
is a chance, but find it in
someones elses eyes.

my everlasting heart, can't died,
but, suffers like a human heart,
the zen monk in me, is out
of your lying world, out of my life,

never a friend, or a lover, just
a lying world sended,
trying to con me, not interested
in a crying game,
je sui templer, mon chere.

truth is part of me,
she is my faith, mine,
and the world's renaissance,

the sacred ancestor,
of some of my family,
your world,
the transginger world,
girls on ties,
playing dodgeball,

burning templars
like if i could be burn,
or destroyed,
i shot my head after 22 years,
of pain and deceit,
not even i, could **** myself,
you putts

and maybe in some way ,
i could love you.
and still miss you,
but not a gay boy mate,

so keep the gay boys,
and carrie on, find some truth,
in your life, truth is more,
than the ****, is a state of mind.

is the sacred moto, on the heart of a lion.
keep the chu chu train, the give and take crap,
and be free, and out of my life.
after all, i'm too sweet for a tv girl.

my soul is everything,
don't know if you even have it,
or lost it, for being there, but c'est fini
mon cheri, c'est fini, je sui templer,
even science is templar, under the new
brake truths.

so, all is forgiven,
even the pato yañez, even the lies,
i can see you love me ,i know,
but sometimes, we lost what
we don't know we want.

cause, after all the lies,
after all those gay boys,
still you want, a man in your life
all is over, and keep the faith
relax and be free, away from me.

no favors, from this,
old everlasting soul, maybe i
could find some love, know what you want
alive and kicking, and ready, for it all.

nothing to say, if you have something to say,
say it to my face, and vaya con dios,
away this everlasting ship, has sail.

from the other side of the world,
i say, keep those friend's of you,
and stay, the **** away from me.

and make it count,
i can see your end mate,
alone and wrinkled,
and bitter to the bone,
like the wife of the creep,
the male dog on a wig.

my everlasting heart, is ready
for some truth, after all the lies, of
your creepy, world of WANKERS,
NEVER MIND THE *******,
SOME OLD FRIEND SAY,

my heart is  healthy,
and operative,
this everlasting heart, and this
everlasting soul, is gone,
from your beautiful, but deceiving eyes,

maybe some sweet sweet barbie ,
with a mind and soul, and a heart,
or some bellissima, or even
that **** and sweet clown.

farewell,mi bitter sweetness,
keep the one, who think is me,
that crazy transginger, whose
fatal attraction,made a titanic,
of the droit ship,

they are out of my life,
and with them are you,
out of me.

you lose me, at pato yañez.
you and all your gay boys.
this heart is deep and black,
and ready for use.

can't help, but not look at you anymore
listen avientame, by cafe tacuba,
the urban myth wrote that,
but he's not writing no more,
no calls and no favors, for the one
trying to save a creep, ask paula ***** for help,
or the little ****, no wait, they are inside me,

after the rapes and the harassment,
trying to save, what they destroy,
but keep on rapping, that is out
of my life.
and you are proud of defending a child molester

vaya con dios.
lose me , can't be with you, adios.
Lux Capacitor Mar 2015
You wanna know what it's like
to be a rebel?
You wanna know what it's like
outside the salt circle
looking in?
I tell you what, I'm not dancing
as much as flailing.
Fitting enough, I am crashing
again the closer
that I get.
You wanna know what it's like
to be the other?
You wanna know what it's like
to live as if you were
not dead but
wholly aware
in stasis?
Holy stasis,
what is it like
to be alive
unmoving
and empty,
dry of passion?
I better tell
this bitter truth,
that being you
isn't worth
half the strength
you generate.

I tell you what, I'm not dancing
as much as flailing.
Fitting enough, I am crashing
again the closer
that I get.
You wanna know what it's like
to be the other?
You wanna know what it's like
to live as if you were
not dead but
wholly aware?
I would trade wealth
and mental health
for just a touch
of the sand
containing
what has gone lost.

Just a touch,
I want your hand.

What's it like to be the metronome?
I tell you what,
I dance a lot.
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