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Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018


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A
dark day
has befallen the
Court of Hello Poetry
How it saddens me to see
the good Queens and Kings
to suffer at the hands of jealous
enemies who seek to destroy others
and their Kingdoms. Though she was
exquisitely dressed, she had a humble
heart; many had a good word about her,
though I did not get to meet her, though I
did not see her,     I could see the light she
had shine in the hearts of others.        She
had a wonderful smile       but invaders;
false Kings and Queens        spewed
nothing but abuse,               and it
made      her      surrender
her crown

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I
could only
watch as she
grabbed the ends of
her silk skirts and run out
of the bustling halls, tears down
her soft face.     I could not reach
her but at the dawn,        from the
balcony,          I saw the ship sail
away,         towards the sunset
into the unknown.      How
my heart is so
heavy

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To
see a
true artist,
a true queen
leave forever. At
seeing her tears, her
crying soul staining the
floral marble floors, and the
invaders   feeling   satisfied   at
her    pain   and her 'destruction'
Those   who   dare   to  denounce
are   never  Kings  or   Queens.
To be so jealous, so insecure
and think you led her to
her 'destruction'

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I
will say
this - you may
have won the battle
but  you will NEVER
win the war. Because the
true   Kings and Queens will
band   together,  we  will  stand
together    to protect our haven  for
we see, we know who the true artists
are.  I will continue to shed tears of pain
and   sorrow for the loss of this artist,  but
I will always hope that when the sun rises
she   will return to us once more. She  will
never leave our minds, she has touched
so many hearts. Her legacy, her reign,
her   kingdom will always    stand
eternal, will stand immortal
now and always.

~ ♡ ~



Had to get the turmoil off my chest.
This one's for Vicki
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Years pass across land
Rising sun reaches further
Flutter, summer's night
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Moon shines with wisdom
Happy thoughts within this mind
The stars, my lanterns
Queen Lyn is looking at the stars from her chamber, with high hopes for the future after her achievements today!
Lyn ***
K Balachandran Jun 2018
after raging rain,
goes night long, frogs' sqawky strain:
"give us back rain's reign"
Xan Abyss Apr 2018
I am the Great Connector
I was born to unite The Horde
I am the Great Collector
Of souls felled by my Axensword
They all call me subhuman
And revile me as a beast
But they do the same to you and
For that they'll pay the price
(No Peace)

We are strong, We are brave
Though they wish to see us caged
We are wild and Untamed
And we will never live as slaves

Conquerors, We Are One!
Same blood in different skins
At last you'll see, when the victor is me
I am the Lord of our Kin
Wastelanders, Join the March
The World will burn as we sing
When the battle is won, I'll announce to everyone
"I am the Ogre King!"

I am the Great Divider
I was born to brew up storms
I am the Annihilator
My path was forged in war
My reign began in chaos
In Bloodshed, so it ends
All this Strife has nearly left me with
No Kingdom to Defend
(Descent)

We are Violent and Enraged
Now that we have been Betrayed
There are Consequences Grave
For Manipulated Faith

Revolution, it has come!
Same blood but different sins
The Empire Falls
And all Hear the Call
For A New Order to Begin
Decapitate the Tyrants
& Slaughter those who Resist
When the battle is won,
At the top of my lungs, I'll cry
"Long Live the Ogre King!"

I am the Great Destroyer
The Throne is mine to take
I will be king at any cost
Dead nations in my wake
I am the Great Conniver
With Sinister Designs
Never cared how much is Lost
So long as what is Left is Mine
(Arise)

We are rabid and insane
From lives of misery and pain
Now that the world's ablaze
We fall into our cages

These Horrors have just begun
Same gore from separate veins
What have we done,
To our daughters and sons?
A History Bloodstained!
We threw our lives into this war,
And lost more than we gave
When the killing is done,
I'll tell everyone,
"The Ogre King is slain!"

Now Our Planet is a Grave!

"The Ogre King is Slain,
Long Live the Ogre King,
I Am
The Ogre King!"
Lately I've been inspired by the goings-on in my tumultuous homeland to start writing Epic Fantasy lyrics that double as political protest songs.
SaWal Feb 2018
Sometimes you gotta sleep..

When you laugh all day and in them nights you weep
When stakes are high and pain is deep
When KARMA fails and life is a creep..

Sometimes you gotta sleep..

When nothing seems right and wisdom is bleak
When fights find you and peace is all that you seek
When you wanna do good and you are called a Mind Freak..

Sometimes you gotta sleep..

When you are heartstrong and headweak
When assumptions eclipse reality and emotions take a back seat
When you hold on hope and with every moment life leaks..

Sometimes you gotta sleep..

When you put in all the courage you got while anxiety is at its peak
When words running through your mind which they generally beep
When you are in ruins but whatever is left of you, you want to keep..

Sometimes you gotta sleep.
Ellie Sutton Nov 2017
Veiled from the world the Queen did keep
A '*******' girl who cost her sleep
Though tethered down and kept from sight
Still she shone forth as purest light

A brazen heart (to match her hair)
Beat in the breast of 'maiden fair'
She fuelled her lusts for life with love
Of country, and of God above

She sought no spouse to guide, for she
Was wise enough for her country
As fire and ferver burned within
Ne'er a fool charmed his way in

Her sister, on her ravaged throne
Felt only fire for her betrothed
Yet failed to birth a princely son
And ruled and died in fear, undone

And thus, Bess ruled as Princes do
Absolute, and mightily too
And whether truth, or rumour stark
Purity did become her mark

For she who held her own did learn
By passion, one could easily burn
And thus she led, her heart beholden
To England; and their reign was golden
Fun little one based on the perspective of Elizabeth I given in a book I recently read :)
Elise Jackson Oct 2017
it's odd that i find my way back to you in a dream

in a violet mist,
a storm of chemicals

sometimes it's repetitive
all i see are teeth,
dripping wet from black saliva and blood of
anyone that roams these leaves

but i know you can't touch me
because hurting me
hurts your assets

you'll hurt your chances at anything living
because deep down, somehow, i knew you were never alive


just an empty body in the middle of a clearing
like royalty
preserved while something else like you reigns
Val roxas Sep 2017
Foggy clouds, rainy night, smell of petrichor, a different kinds of lightning candles standing on a close bound with a stiff cover of my books and a cup of hot cocoa in my hand.
Thespian, psych, silver coin, poison flame, you committed I’m your crime.
A rainy breezy, cold night my droughty naked body lying on my blue rounded bed, typically a framework with a mattress and coverings. My foot rubbing and playing the quilt clockwise into my clothes. To make love as a silhouette without procrastination. In to fire for making an intense, deeper song, Just to cry out loud.
I realized I gave myself to someone who doesn't care for me, I surrender pieces of my soul that someone's never get back and then I ran to my davenport, my large sofa surrounding my books, beside from those blockings, the xerothermic feels are in surrounding the smell of old books and the silence that aren’t awkward suffer my solitude of emotional chained.
My happiness keeps me sweet,y trials keep me strong, andy failure keeps me humble.
Don't underestimate me, I'm not perfect by any means but my intentions are good.
My nakedness the fields will remember when soon after dawn,
My sweat will fog mountains, holding a weight and trying to cope and question – ‘’Why didn't I do this sooner?"
I was broken and shattered inside, no one notices me!
I give cherished, I give love and my gratitude broke the others too. My dear true friends are still like an angel who always guide me for all times, they are precious and rare, and those false friends are like leaves, I found them scattered everywhere.
But Why I need to hide them into my treasure chest.
Golden flame, poison rain, thought that I’d feel better, I can’t help but wonder.
Why I didn't do this sooner?
Our dearest Society...
My Family, friends, close friends, best friends, fake friends, old mates, room mates, class mates, jolly mates.
In my life I have to be something I'm not in order to fit in and be liked/loved.
People are trying so hard to become something they are not.
I'm done.
I'm done trying to get peoples attention.
I'm done trying to be perfect.
Accept me as I am or leave I don't care anymore.
But thanks to those who hurt me, you made me a better and strong person, thanks to those who Left, you showed me that not everything in this world is forever, thanks to those who stayed, you showed me the meaning of true friends and specially thanks to those entered and **** up my life, you help me become the person I am today.
I can't keep ignoring myself and thinking what other people think matter.
That's hard for me because I always care what people think.
I seek out a forgotten friend, I try to understand, I examine the demands of others, I dismiss suspicions, and replace it with trust I always listen, I forgo a grudge, I shared some treasures, I laughed with them but people don't understand and this is still the hardest thing to deal with.
But I'm trying to get better.
I am okay and doing better for a long time and now I don't let people know to much about me.
And then the next day its like a bomb dropped and I land right back where I started.
I know I'm a lot to deal with and some people don't want that right now.
I'm just trying to find the right people to help fight back and win.
I wake up everyday and put on a fake smile.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
The forges of my body to the foregone conclusion. Naked body, naked eyes, nakedness words, sounds of rain, the smell of rain, sounds of thunder, light and the roar of lightnings, and shapes of fire and water exploring the air, an uncomprehend silence mocking my scornful night.
A hot cocoa in cup to my hand  finished a three sipped and said
"Don’t be cautious, and don’t be so lovely and kind because, remember? At the very first place ! I am your crime!
I was lonely, living alone, omniscience trembling to perfection, but, - but the restlessness that becomes us and the songs of devotion, dancing through the fire between the rain.
My v is for vendetta,
And now, I don’t need to burn a midnight oil.
Over thinking will lead to sadness, just strike it out.
I need to wake up myself and live a strong life without wearing those masks. I tried and trying again.
Remember this because it will happen many times in your life that I was down and drowned yesterday, watch me tomorrow is my REIGN.
pls. enjoy <3
crdts: billie eilish <3 she is so amazing
CastorPolydeuces Oct 2016
With lofty airs and
folding chairs
we formed our grungy rule,
we grew from weeds and
broken swings
into a pungent cool,
Our reign is *****, decadent
more indulgent than your dreams
for we lost our morals
and our hope among
the broken things.
Each caste has their own classes, the lowest of the low, the highest of the low, etc. I know we're pretty poor and lame, but at least we're good at it.
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