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R M Jun 2016
You always preached
about burning bridges.
Voice laced with warning.
But here I stand.
A handful of matches
and gasoline.
With my chin held
high.
Ready to reduce you
to ash.
The air is biting me,
With homely smells,
With too much comfort,
Like trying too hard to impress my friends,
The first time they come round to my house.

The night is tiring me,
But I'm fighting back,
For no apparent reason,
Like the rebellious teenage streak,
That I could never bring myself to have.

The chair is pushing me,,
Urging me to leave,
But I remain stubborn,
Like being told our love is over,
But clinging onto hope.
timothy Jun 2016
#8
It's easy to rebel
It's easy to fight back
But it's difficult to take the hits
And remain silent.
Brett Palmero Jun 2016
Blue was the sky above
The wind, warm and gentle
Clouds white in flight like a dove
A day to feel sentimental
There is a sudden, shocked outcry
Black rainbow across the sky

After the rain there should be colour
From the sun’s awakening light
But the sky turns red, beginning to suffer
An arch of darkness caused this blight
Clouds fade away, no longer to fly
Black rainbow across the sky

The onlookers can't look away
Raptured by the darkness that has spread
Despite their fear and dismay
They continue to look at the rainbow, dead
A grim scene plays out above on high
Black rainbow across the sky

The day they all wanted and waited for
Has disappeared before their eyes
The arch above them, out like a sore
Reaches end to end, it no longer tries
To spread out more and continue to dye
Black rainbow across the sky

Now stands two pillars of black
And a red sky for all to see
But nothing else came from the attack
The day was normal, over was the spree
But people were still mad, wanting to cry
Black rainbow across the sky

Really nothing was wrong at all
It was a simple change of scenery
But people can't handle change, big or small
They hated the idea of a kink in their machinery
It's hard to be yourself, to think, and to defy
To be the black rainbow across the sky
Poetria May 2016
Reader, lover, pioneer.
Lover of words,
Conqueror of fears.
An almost haiku- sigh. Technicalities.
Corona Harris May 2016
Sometimes I need to take a break.
Sometimes I need to run away.
Sometimes I need to be left alone.
Sometimes I need to just rest.
Sometimes I need to fly away.
Sometimes I need to disappear.
Sometimes I need to scream.
Sometimes I need to smoke.
Sometimes I need to cut.
Sometimes I need nobody to stop me.
Sometimes I need to be let go.
Sometimes I need to be told "I hate you."
Sometimes I need to say "*******."
Sometimes I need to be heartbroken.
Sometimes I wish for all of this...
because Sometimes I need to feel alive.
Good things aren't the only things that can make you feel alive.
Pretty girl Apr 2016
I feel so out of place I do not fit in
In this hole I could never win maybe everyone else gets the joke always out never in
evey time I step outside I feel the need to hide
why?
We are all uglies wandering this world apart but together
don't you feel this weather in your head?
Storms of emotion
Control them and you have passed
Conquer them and you have found the key to being human
living with feeling is strictly forbidden but I was always a rebel
Shannon Rose Apr 2016
My lofty dreams drink your poison

The sermon hides all talk of lust

**** it!
Drown it!
Strangle it.

How can I ?
How must I ?

Do such tortuous actions
My conscious thinks of you in the mist

Closed doors.....

In hazy heights
Green mountains under the pitch black glow - wrapped in a single cloth
Breathing the puff smoke

I shut the door
Close the tailored book

Walk out in my fitted gown. Sunday school taught me repression

And my succession to my thoughts was one thing - action

Primed, pinned, and pointed to order
In orderly fashion
I defied my fathers crime

Created bedding to sleep on
Encrusted with words, " You're the creator of your own creation"


Finding.......
My chipped cross, crippled slipped underneath the crooked bed
Your lips were spongy delights of chaos I wanted to grip to
Diving in the pool naked felt like a temptuous sin
My guardian was me

I found you by the darkened pond bellowing and I gripped you
Casting my light
And you never said a word
But together we drank the blackened pond liquid
And scratched our skin with empty words, hoping we knew ......

We knew, what we were taking each other's hearts for.
A story of a young girl of a preachers daughter. Rebeling against his wishes. Learning to find her own voice. She goes against the norm, defies what she knows and is willing to take a risk to explore the life of deep passion and lust on levels that would rouse scorn and discontent
Shannon Rose Apr 2016
Scratching
Screeching
Scheming

Hellish boys trimming their blades
Sliced by nights eyes

Callous carefulness

Calamity in the Mystics eyes  intricitley cutting silver pences
Crying their breach

Rubble toes and hardened minds
The kind one can't contain

Blaring the shrieks of a litten mouse
Holding up high
Flying high
Can not find stable ground

Hellish girls grinding their teeth
Strapping their ties
High and tight
Grading their hearts

They both want to
To be carelessly bad, free and rash  

Terribly so,

So much so - without a cause
The dark night can conjure some playful ideas
Laurent Apr 2016
Listen,
Learn,
Read,
Write,
Sing,
Laugh,
Love,
Dance,
Lean,
Defy,
Rebel,­
Reveal,
Encourage,
Portray,
Show,
Dismay,
Share,
and Live.
A nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being
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