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Bella Anima Aug 2014
Do not listen to me.
Do not bother about me.
My heart in ruins.
My mind is a mess.
If you dont think
It is what can handle
Back off.
Stay away.
Dont get yourself into this
Because
My heart is in ruins.
My mind is a mess.
Complicated idiot is me.
Amitav Radiance Jul 2014
Love is in ruins
Kneeling for mercy
Strangulated hopes
Fiefdom of tyranny
Silent weeps of soul
At the altar of Love
There is remorse
Stranded humanity
Devils show no remorse
Love is in ruins
november Jul 2014
paint joy on the sides that hurt
when you think of them
and how they worshiped
the same temple they left in ruins.
aren't you glad your
mother taught you how to pray?
Erin Atkinson Jun 2014
I've been
     trying
     to find
            words to describe
the secrets
            of ancient bones
            hidden within this temple
in which i've made my home.
Perhaps if you took the time
to study
              the walls I call
                    my skin
               covered with
graffiti & hieroglyph,
You might find
                           some
                                    greater
                ­                                 truth
obscured by
my own lack
of knowledge
                         on where
                               and how
                         to begin

So maybe I'll start
                                 with the
                                 original
                             big           BANG
Detail
every moment
of recorded history
that lead up to the exact
                                  explosive moment
when our lips met for the first time
and i slipped
into a new    
                        universe
                          where­    

I only want to fill silence

           with your                             
                                                    name
George Jun 2014
clank
I've come to a point where I'm tired of destroying parts of myself
clank
Through the days and nights, with the same worn out weapons
clank
Leveling acres or quietly chipping away
I see the damage, I wander amongst the ruins searching for the centerpiece I created all that I am around
But it wasn't a static object
And as the dust settles, somewhere, so does she
clank

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