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blackbiird Dec 2018
Unhinge my deepest insecurities
And grasp me within the safety of your love.
Light a match within the hallowed halls of my heart
And I’ll watch the demons flee.
Mat Dec 2018
gritted teeth, paving
the sidewalks where we
told each other that this
had gone too far.
market lights illuminating
the cascade of mistakes - lies
we told ourselves at night
to keep afloat

treading water until dawn.
with a cry, savior!, so
soft we could not hear it ourselves,

if our, savior!, did hear
would he bother to save!
two watchdogs disguised as
masochists waiting for
the other to leave
the flock behind,
or would he look
the other way, knowing
that we can't be, saved!
unless we want to
save! ourselves
Your word kills me more than this knife pierced in my chest
I was your saviour
And you are the death of me.
Here is our story:
The beginning still plays on my head
The images are vivid and alive
You are the one that needs saving,
Lying naked on the street at a cold winter night
I was a passerby who got a glimpse of the homeless child
Our eyes met, just like that
And we became meant to be

Both wearing their birthday suits
In a home built for two
The love burning like a wildfire
As two bodies intertwine
Pushing each others limit
In every passing hour,
You go rougher each time you are inside me
And always finish before me
Leaving me craving for more every **** ******* time

What happened next was a disaster not worth telling
So, let us end it here and not open old wounds
You must go in your own way
And I on my own
An old poem that I decided to finish. Not that I really care.
Micah G Nov 2018
You are my body armor
My Kevlar

You protect me from enemy fire
You secure me in situations dire

You are heavy but the end result
Is worth the struggle
Who is your Kevlar?
silver poet Oct 2018
she once held a blade against her wrist
as she thought she didn’t deserve to exist

ready to splatter blood of red
the thought stuck in her head

she cried inside
as she lied

to her mother
about her lover

the lover who beat her every night
and she covered the wounds by daylight

but one day she found her knight
who gave her wings and might

gave flight to her wings
made her one of the kings

who brought her strength to raise her voice
she learned again how to rejoice

the knight was there for her every night
and every time she would see the mirror,
she would see the knight,
cause the knight was her
As a 13 yr old, most of my friends don't really understand this poem. I wanted to share hoping someone else could.
Forests are dark because
Light cannot enter.
So the only way
to see, is the light
you bring
in your
mind.
Forests = ******
Songs are an escape.
You don't hear the lyrics, you listen to them, and you truly understand the artist and don't feel as alone as you felt when you started the song.
Songs are a type of poetry that has music and is likewise written out of deep emotion.
Not some shallow stupid feeling that's temporary, but a feeling that stays with you for a lifetime
James Shayne Oct 2018
Hi, my name is **!
Who are you?
I’m James

Thank you for being my savior
You left too soon and I never really processed it
I don't want anyone to feel how I felt when I was told
I still regret not going to your funeral

My tears are a gift that you never got
Still making it up today
maybe the saline is for my pain or the pain I know you couldn't talk about
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