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b for short Oct 2015
Stores, they sell ripped jeans—
profiting off of damage
just like us poets.
© Bitsy Sanders, September 2015
Jack Thompson Jul 2015
Sometimes it's just a hug.
Sometimes it's a kiss.
All you need is warmth.
Looking in your eyes like this.

You pull me in.
And squeeze me tight.
Tears roll down your cheek.
A hug you just cant fight.

Creating new words.
To describe this feeling.
Fierce embrase of reuniting love.
Everlasting and forever reeling.

You have this way.
That turns my heart.
A millions times like the sun.
Wind me up, I'm jack in the box.

Riddled with beauty.
More than theyve ever found.
Delicately adored by me.
How crazy does that sound?

You turn my heart to mush.
Cliche is it?
But there it is right there on the ground..

You ripped it out of my chest.
But it still beats harder than its meant.
***** and muddy bent not broken.
It still beats ******* the cement.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
oni Jul 2015
she speaks of you
like you put the
stars in her sky,
and then ripped them out
one by one.
Paul Rousseau Jun 2015
(The page is torn on the left alignment)

...And then they would place their pistols beneath their chins and pull the trigger. I would see it as some cylindrical spatter of blood escaping from the tops of their heads, like over exaggerated gore from the adult movies. So what would happen next for them exactly? Blackness? No. That is still something. Perhaps just empty. No. Can't be. Empty has potential to be filled, rendering it not quite nothing. I suppose it would be like before you were born. Do you remember it?
KT May 2015
I am quiet.
The silence I favor,
but not the one that dams every thought
that bubbles around our heads.
I'd like to rip it apart,
but I'll drown from the ripped quiet dam.
That silence I don't favor.
I am quiet again.
Dawn Anderson Dec 2014
I feel alone
But don't know why
I don't even know if it's feeling alone
Or the frustration of not knowing
What I'm
Feeling
People always saying things like
"You look sad"
"What's wrong"
"You just aren't being yourself"
THEN WHO THE **** AM I BEING?
Because I act like myself
And no one likes it
Then I act how you want
And everyone loves me
Then there's people's actions
A gift meant for me
Given to another
I hug I need not ask for
Not given at all
So maybe I feel this way
Because I don't know who I am
Stuck between two worlds
Two lives
Only to be ripped apart
By the people I'd like to call
'My Friends'
Silence Screamz Nov 2014
Feel it surround you
Laminated in silence
Crushed by the moment
Gone in the presence

Savored to a blank state
Ripped to a seam
Slapped by a wonder
Never in a gleam

It is but time
Hidden and above
Deaf to an ear
Crushed by the love
firexscape Oct 2014
I won't tell you that you ripped my heart out because I would be lying.
I can still feel my heart and it feels sick to its stomach and I know that isn't possible,
but hey
you used to say that it wasn't possible that your love for me would ever cease.
matt Oct 2014
the slits on the wrist make pits void of flesh that is now ripped. **** whats happened to kids. instead of opening vanes open your heart and pour it out to someone you trust. i express this with your best interest in mind find someone who’s ears are funnels and let your soul out. cuts on the wrist won’t release you from these demons that taunt you it will only further haunt you.
Poetic T Oct 2014
I have a heart made of
Red
Tissue
Paper,
It is easily
Torn so be
Gentle,
For many
Have tried to burn it,
Flames
Edges
Frayed
But still partly whole
Others just thought
It would be appropriate,
To first brake it
Then rip it apart,
My heart is made of tissue paper
And many tears has it dried within my heart
Not bad for a 15minute work break
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