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Lee Carter Jun 2020
When we are fed with lies
We lose our taste for truth.
We growl and moan at our starving kin,
As we march so hungry into the grinding teeth of war.
REWORK
Jessa Feb 2018
Roses bloom to your spoken name
Such a ****** to cut them
Yet to give them to you
Beauty to match
Love this trap
Your lips speak
Utter sweet poetry
As my hand goes under
I catch your fall
To break your walls
Giving all without words
Actions to bleed to prove
There’s no me without you
As no sand without sea
Be with me...
As the sun and moon rotate
Loving the sky... our fate
To collide so pure
I just want to erase your design
Rewrite this story love
Take away the pain, as your breath
Upon my lips, my name spoken the same
Redo love, renew... what’s been taken
To rework a false love
Into everything you’ve dreamed...
Into what we both can see

Such a beautiful melody composed
Whenever I utter your name
And words come out easy
To define the beauty of passion
Frozen in time
With your gaze
Such a wonder your eyes hold
Til I almost fall
Feel you there
To catch me
Give you all
For only with you
I want to be
Eyes looking at the same sky
As roses start to bloom
I knew I'm in love again
Another us.... with the same name
A rewrite romance
And the pain ends
Redo what's been missing
Taking what should have been placed
Rework the love..... renew the vow
To everything we've dreamed of
Clarity of fate as we can see

-Ashawn & Jess
Christina Cox Dec 2015
Wearing a fun skirt
Spinning in circles, dancing
Hiding painful truths

Fading purple hair
Curls and frizz hiding the face
The sad, frowning mouth

Wear sleeves to the wrist
Fashion, layering the shirts
Hiding skin of scars

****; Stupid body
****; Mind control of the soul
Hell; Where she lives now
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
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secret in creation
poetics set in code
difficult translation
they ***** me like a goad

wanting to improve
wanting to impress
do i write this for myself
or follow all the rest?

written in frustration
and when, at last, i read
my own words do obfuscate
quite puzzling indeed!

perhaps you have written one
then you may have been
trying to solve their riddle

for you don't know
what they MEAN!


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/13/2015
I just wrote a poem in the
"stream of consciousness"
style. I worked and reworked it
which defeated the whole point

Then I realized I was not
writing it for ME, But to
impress YOU folks!

So I wrote this poem

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Death-throws Apr 2015
Every day He lies
To himself and the world around him
He dons clothing too dark for his skin,
He closes his eyes because when they open
He only sees whats inside
You could say hes so blind to it, that he leans on it
Every morning when he gets out of bed Like a crutch
Hes the kind of broken that can never heal
Hes the bundle of sin that will never be forgotten
Hes the ball of problems that forgot how to roll
Hes so...so dead inside
for you my dear,

— The End —