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Nelsya Jun 2015
My heart is burning in the acid land of yours
Hurting every single images of our beautiful hours
You were nothing like the angel everyone said
You are the devil living in the angel's mind
As you took everything from me
As you took everyone from me

I am deserted
With this ashes that once was my heart
That once was beautiful and yours
Every path I took lead me back to you
So I stood still
Not wanting to walk, to run, to go back to you

And I'm waiting for someone to finally come
Saving me and wanting me from their deepest heart
To lead me back to the path where everything is beautiful
To make my rotten heart fresh and new
To love me wholly where they won't let my heart slip from their hands and let it burn like what you did

And they will make the oath upon the angel's land
Not like you when you made it upon the devil's hell
Liam C Calhoun Jun 2015
She held a red rose
Atop her breast,
Skin and path towards
Motherhood; desires,
Nearly hidden,
But a tempt, attempt,
Shrouded in satin.

Contrary to nature,
I left and let be,
The rose,
But not so subtle skin
So that she could dream
And dream for the both of,
“Us.”

As I’m tired,
So very tired,
Ever present atop an
Even all-knowing that –
There’ll come a time when
My wings tire
And this flight may cease.

She’ll either hold me
Or walk away
And so I wait;
Betting once more on empty,
Once more on, “away,”
And yet another
Suicide without ever dying.
* "DESTRUCT 000, DESTRUCT 0" - Which would be a great name for a poem.
Fish The Pig Jun 2015
He
He is the sun
bringing life
and laughter
and warmth
he is the moon
that lights
my black world
and pulls in
the cooling tides
It breaks my heart
that he will never care for me,
but it's okay
it *has* to be okay
because all I really want is for him to be happy.
Vegan Meth Cake Jun 2015
eating and crying, eating and crying
puking and dying
princessninann May 2015
I'm going to write
about my pain
I know
you'll not read it.
For it is
so much
unbearable
that reading it
gives you torture.

You'll want
to comfort me
to hug me
to encourage me
but you can't.
because I'm just
someone
you pity and
you really don't care.
Seán Mac Falls May 2015
HP sycophants
Why would someone prop up hacks
Idiots praising
Weekly Poet = ( lame Duchebag ) Beryldov
Not to mention Lew
And all the other posers on HP
Seán Mac Falls May 2015
Must be exhausting
Tireless self promoters
Spewing their drivel
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