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Mirza Lazim Dec 2017
You broke my wings as I had anticipated
However, I kept flying as I had said
The case is not the hurt in my wings I feel
It is - you even felt no difference of the result

You did not consider how far I could have flown
How high I could have soared if you let me keep on
It didn't even matter to you anything, maybe
You are right, who needs a strayed poet or poetry?!

It hurts to accept sometimes a scornful truth that
Poets are weird and also clay-brained
Meanwhile, they can set a universe from a chaos,
But they can do it only when they are regarded

Who cares my suffers and fluctuations?!
Who cares even if myself cared about you?
I tried to **** the regret in your eyes I had given
But I see that regret has turned into humiliation

All poets are drifters, all have to be killed
And the one inside me worth dying the most
I give his death warrant to you to be fulfilled
I'd be glad if it changed the expression in your eyes
Jinn Prashanti Oct 2016
It's a dreary day here today
With malicious actions; what more can I say
finished my hit list; no one else to betray
So let the Solitude come my way
These walls have become my cell, just pass me my tray
I'm doing some thinking; night into day
i hope your sorrows are shrinking away
Now, have a blessed day....
RIP love and lust
Writings on the wall.
Thoughts of a sinner
In memory of us
Peace and love ✌
The Judge Jun 2016
Those who want to play god,
will get punished like one.
Look at all those dictators who tried,
and the wars they haven't won.

Those who want to play Satan,
will get punished like him.
And trust me I know,
that you're punishment will be grim.

Those who want to play human,
will live like one of our race.
And the universe will teach you that
you will need to know your place.
Samantha Wild Jan 2016
I understand I am broken, not why I am punished for it
Let this be a lesson to all of us, the amplitude of our voices does not make anything heal faster.
Najah Fleary Oct 2014
Tears behind her eyes
Moisture between her thighs
She clenches hard at the wet bed sheets

Thrusting through his lies
She tried to stay quiet
Because he told her not to make a peep

He said
"Dont tell your mother and
Dont alarm the public"
He made her believe she was wrong

"No one will believe you
Or ill make sure no one ever sees you
If you tell then youll be gone"

She questioned if god was ever listening
Or whyd he make it happen
Or does he even exist

But just know god is always watching
And something bads gonna happen
To the man that took her innocense.

Years later
shes all grown up
But has issues trusting men

She watched on tv
That a man of 43
Was murdered once again

She got on knee
And thanked him
for him even to bother

"Its been a long time
Wasnt sure you was there
But thank you
For punishing my father"

— The End —