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PoserPersona Dec 2018
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword
torn from the comforts of an idle home
Against both will and wish into the forge

Mere foot to pedal unshackles the horde
onto that which was ****** into the dome
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword

Crude earth melts into an effulgent form
that once cooled will become harder than stone
Against both will and wish into the forge

Burning is sequestered by drowning boards
that go unnoticed but for hissing moan
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword

New pain begins despite what came before
anvil and hammer fashion the unknown
Against both will and wish into the forge

Those who endure will still need to be honed,
to be, of their own soul, the highest lord.
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword,
against both will and wish into the forge
“Mastering others requires strength. Mastering yourself is true power.” -Lao Tzu
eric sims Nov 2018
The love the hate the pain. I said I loved you but instead I hurt you I said I'll be there but it's not turn my back on you I said I needed you would turn my back on you I said we will be together forever and then I played you those are the things that you want to hear out my mouth those are the things that happened in this relationship we had love the love was so sweet when we had the love you smell for days we talked for hours the pain the pain came when we started going through anguish we just couldn't get it right fussing and fighting and arguing with each other all the time the Haight the hate came on each other's behinds when I started doing some wild **** you started doing some wild **** and then the hate was grown but now I'm sitting here saying to myself at least she admitted one thing that you know it was kind of spiteful because do it all man you know it and I know it you can say it wasn't enough money you can say it wasn't **** but through it all I gave you everything always whether it was enough for not for some people that's all that matters to show a motherfuker that you're when I'm down and I'm in the mud I can give you everything I have so just imagine were up and we're winning you going to get it ten times more I just don't understand why you couldn't understand that the love the pain the hate I tried to give you love but it's that I gave you pain I tried to give you happiness but then I gave pain I tried to make you smile but I often made you cry I don't understand why but I look to myself I didn't this it can't be rightyou say you hate me I know that's not true hate me is love and love means hate I just hurt you so much. That's the word to say I know I'm not perfect I'm not the best man but please understand I would have gave my right hand for you cuz I Was Your Man you were my lady and I was your man you was my rock and I was your roller I was too blunt and you was delighted I was the gun and you was the holster you was the Braves and I was the body I was the arms and you was The Lacs we complete each other at times I will say something and you will finish my sentence you will say something and I will finish your sentence but now it's like **** all that **** man what's the point of you going to love it I'm sitting here hurting and you don't give a fuckthere's never been a time maybe once or twice why I felt pain and you felt the same pain that I felt but I've always thought you're ******* hang but I guess I'm a man so I'm not supposed to show emotions I guess I'm a mesomorph not supposed to care I guess I'm a man so I don't have heart aches and pains I guess it's a man I can't hurt CelinaI tried to give you everything but I guess I gave you nothing sometimes I look at my life and I feel just so disgusted I gave this woman the best things in my life as you said it wasn't good enough she don't talk to me my whole life and said I wasn't good enough you played me out like I'm a fool but I am not good enough come on man this is crazy I guess I am not good enough
Dream Fisher Sep 2018
You can say I'm nobody,
But I am something, I'm not a body,
I bring in a force, not of reckoning,
I don't have the devil by the horns
I'd rather scorn those who sit so serious.
We can burn down this city,
Torch the town to ash with me
But only to laugh that it really hit the ground
Don't worry, we are all survivors, all around.
I don't need your money, don't insult my mind.
I'm a soldier of a different kind.

You can say I'm nobody,
In a sea of passing people populating a plot
Because the train for me just doesn't stop,
Time doesn't move for me and it doesn't not
I'm here like you with a name attached
But from me to you, I'm just a faceless man
I'm not special, I didn't participate,
I didn't do good or great and most of your demons,
I am nobody, so how could I relate?

I could say you are nobody,
Or we can shake hands and be now known.
We can discuss our interests, the lives we've grown.
We can be special in a sense that I made you so,
We can have heated discussions making time slow
Or laugh until the sun dawns then sets.
But truly i must admit,  I'm in a hurry and must be going.
Sincerely,
a nobody someone almost met.
listening out for the catch, through the ordered lines
then running into familiar counter-melodies
that hit the gut like surprise meetings with old friends

pushing against the current
you write the soul’s ebb and flow of discovering
break and breakaway, meet again

figuring it out along the way, slipping back,
humble, soft vulnerability of emitting,
rolling out in music and codes interior landscapes
A poem about how it can feel to listen to Elliott Smith's music and lyrics
Lorem Ipsum Nov 2017
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should

-benedict smith
Benedict Smith
sadgirl Nov 2017
After Danez Smith's Dinosaurs in the Hood

Let's make a movie called *Lil Peep In Heaven

Transpotting meets 8 Mile meets six xanax bars
There should be a scene where Lil Peep climbs up a few flights of Stairs and makes it to the pearly gates, because there has to be pearly Gates

Don't let Bella Thorne star in this.
In her version she tongue-kisses Peep,
Chews scenery in platform boots and bright pink
Ripped jeans. **** that, Peep has a tattoo removed
By a saint, his laser is proof of all that is good

I want a scene where Peep throws his pill bottles
At Ganesha, a scene where Allah tells Peep he'll
Rot in his grave forever if he doesn't stop
His antics. Don't let GothBoiClique hold a
Funeral for Gustav. I don't want any of that

Sentimental **** about love and how life is too
Short. This movie is about a man/boytoy/**** and dying thing,
Restarting his life with all the real-*** gods and patron saints and
Deities
Of every religion and every afterlife

I don't want some funny, dreadhead living in LA with a tattooed stick And poke commanding presence. This is not a vehicle for someone to Play Peep, this is a vehicle for Peep to play himself.]
I want his *******, white or not, praying. I want them far from their Knees.

I want Lil Peep to ride in a Benz truck down from the clouds, Screaming with spittle flying from his mouth the entire time.
I want Layla to post another video of Gustav slapping pans together Like a child. And I want Peep to see it all.

But this can't be a death movie. This can't be a death movie. This Movie can't be dismissed because it's too dark, or that a dead man is Playing the leading role. This movie can't be about crying, or cause people to cry. This movie can't be about a long history of emo coming To an end. This movie can't be about dying.

No one can say Peep is a pill-popping ******* who deserved his death Who wouldn't say it to his cadaver. No big pharmacy jokes in this movie. No bar, capsules or gels in the heroes, and Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies. Besides, the only reason I want to make this movie is for the first scene anyway; Lil Peep climbing up the cloudy stairs, his eyes dilated & empty

                                   the heaven before him filled with congratulations
After Danez Smith.
sadgirl Nov 2017
meanwhile,
summer is not
ours

it is not
a celebration,
it is teddy bears

on street corners,
bodega flowers
on makeshift graves,

distorted faces of
home-printed memorials
on t-shirts

the same color and
texture as what
the dead boy was selling,

meanwhile,
summer is nothing more
than closed houses,

decks with grandmothers
scowling down at the teenagers
who are not sure

if
they
are even real
Kinda inspired by Danez Smith.
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