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Cat Lynn Sep 2018
It's is your security that will pay the toll...

Your confidence will be forced to pay its loan...
And it will be left with a heart of stone...

Any object of hope will be forced to be sold...
and your soul will be left bankrupt and cold...

Fear will make your emotions pay a price... what are you gonna do? Pay?... or fight?
Eric Babsy Sep 2018
I appreciate the time we spent together.
You know I used to come to you in any weather.
But you denied me my friend.
This is how I know this relationship will not happen again.
Now I will make sure that odium becomes reality;
Because of you and your fake personality
With these thoughts I aim at you with such veracity.
If only you could feel what I feel just to understand me.
Some would say I have chosen the wrong path,
I guess I will pull out the claws and never retract.
Thanks to you I am more idiosyncratic;
I have no more friends to make this situation less chaotic.
I am certain that all the little things I do add up to nothing to you.
That is why I am saving the best for last, because that is what I am due.
I have been put on the path of least resistance;
Because the most dangerous things in my life will always stay persistent.
Now to make a stand for myself in any light.
The carnivores have me and with a jagged tooth they will bite.
This is my pure unadulterated return.
For years and years my hatred flame has burned.
Never do I want my friends to be enemies.
It is better for me to count sheeps with a Golden Fleece just ahead of me.
Now that is said and done to you.
I hope you do stick in my head like glue.
All of us pay the price for a chosen few.
I hope to never see again.
I hope this remains until the very end.
Megan Parson Aug 2018
Well, she looks like a witch,
Her pointed nose does twitch.
As she frowns upon the grocery list,
Then scrunches in a timely twist.

Bidding her straw broom,
Which she doth groom.
Hovers away into the gloom,
Over a pond she doth loom.

To frogs, rats, snakes and slime,
Quoth she, "All in good time!!"
Soon they'll be no room,
For the impending doom.

Her cauldron happily hissing,
As she adds to the seething,
Her black cat begins meowing,
After the rats, he begins running.

Slowly cooling the putrid portion,
She applies the lovely lotion.
The moles, warts and silver hair,
Disappear into thin air.

Her velvet apparel now lace,
Not a blemish does one trace.
Fondling her silky Siamese,
She heads home with ease.

To the little candy castle,
Awaiting Hansel and Gretel.
*Grand Witch, named after a favourite movie : Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters.

           What does beauty mean to you?
Isaac Aug 2018
We often are blind
To the value of things
Given without a price.

People, poems
Oxygen, parents
Your body and
Wise advise.
Written 10 August 2018
Jabin Aug 2018
Tender, tiny dollar bill-
you give my time such worth.
Give my life to buy a thrill
And a box put under earth.

My gravestone sits over there;
paid a pretty penny.
Manages to look so fair
Surrounded by so many.

The car I drive is so nice
For my ride to the yard
Do not ask of me the price
Lest your dignity be marred.

My golden watch is better;
Reminds of time well spent.
Paid off the hassling debtor.
Lived at work to pay the rent.
Em MacKenzie Jul 2018
We sat upon our hands
and watched the world go by.
Counted the seas and lands,
measured from ground to sky.
The ownership was not fair,
potential to be a billionaire,
without setting up a trust
gold can't stay but can it rust?

Life grows from a seed,
we take inventory and stock.
It's more than you'll need,
who sold the last free rock?

They plant a waving flag,
and make the ground their own,
they saw those who held just a rag,
and told them it was now on loan.
When will they tax the air?
Potential to be a billionaire,
who even signed the deed,
to sell the world for greed?

Both money and tree;
they share a shade of green.
This world should be free,
who sold the last free scene?

We sat upon our hands,
and watched the world go by.
Raked in the dollars from sands,
and made money by making trees die.
We did nothing but stare,
potential to be a billionaire,
who even decided the price,
and then doubled it twice?

Now borders and walls,
on lands we all should own.
Tax lakes and waterfalls,
and see how their stock's grown.
We are dreams in God’s mind:
the price of separation is too high
and that is why today I die
to the idea that I'm another lonely soul
Elizabethanne Jun 2018
I live among ghosts now
Because magic always has a price.

To bring you back-
I had to revive dead versions,
Of who I used to be.

- This love is haunting and raising things that were better left dead has consequences
- You are here , but you love her
pk tunuri Apr 2018
Any gift from a loved one is more valuable than its price
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