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Johnathan locke May 2015
An argument is a war,
And my word is my sword.
As clever and powerful is my foe,
In the land of speech craft, I am lord.

Your eyes are your weakness,
They are windows into your soul.
The more you speak, the more ground you give,
Till my final blow takes its toll.

With your defences swept aside,
I see you for who you are.
In your defeated state,
On your heart, I see your scars.
If words are weapons, I am a great warrior. I never loose an argument.
Ivy Swolf May 2015
Why do the most truthfully heartfelt
statements begin with, "I know it's silly, but..."

No. Stomach your apologies so that
the rest of you won't remain
undiscovered. You're a map made of
resignation
with feelings about yourself more
tangled than yarn woven in and around
all your bones.

I want to make brutal honesty the new
fad. Have everyone fall in love with boldness
in words
so that it becomes
therapeutic to hand out paper keys during
conversations
to unlock someone's heart.

Scream out at the top of your lungs,
I WAS A FAKER TILL NOW
and smile
because you know you've never spoken
truer words
and because
nobody knows it.

Honesty has now become your
secret, and it will be the lightest
load you've ever had to bare.
probably could have written it better but I didn't feel like going back and changing the whole thing... my muse for this: wallflowers
Arcassin B Apr 2015
by Arcassin Burnham


When the wine glass breaks,
I'll Be here,
if the origins in your excistance is denied,
I'll be there,
If rejection is a problem in your life,
I'll be anywhere you want me to be,
becasue eventually you'll have to talk to me,
put your comfort as ease,
places to kick your feet,
relaxation isn't easy,
But i digress,
And i will confess,
For my fessions will end with something shocking,
Nun The less
I could be a sick twisted stranger segragated with mommy and daddy issues,
I could make smoke with my hands , desires and fears will reside in your side view,
Or i could smoke all day and create a regretted decision to throwing my phone in the river,
unknown to a lot people i could never be as popular , but the heat of the moments getting a little thinner,

.....Or Maybe i was born a Sinner,
Theres no use for Repenting if theres no Discussion,
his priorities are elsewhere,
And therefore i remain the silent type to your betrayal,
And this time you'll have no friends in the corners of hell,
I'm Just in the clouds,
cloud 10,
Cause 9 didn't have enough Independence in it,
or bravery,
or freedom of speech,
And when you even text to speech,
I Never get your message,
Thats because i'm busy having Relations with my depression.
IT JUST GOT REAL lol
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
I no longer wanna be a hypocrite

            So I no longer wanna **talk
What you do says more than what you say
Blue Apr 2015
When they hear my speech
they tend to run away.

When see how I think
they tend to run away.

When I tell them things
they ten to run away.

Please, no, don't run, it's prohibited I say.
they still run away.

I wish to find one day
the one that does not run away,
but rather stays to hear
a word or maybe two.
Where is he? Where is she? Where is that person?
John Smith Mar 2015
You call me many names
Fascist, racist, bigot, monster
To you I am the face of evil
My presence, my very existence
Alarms you to the core of your being
My love for my people
To you is only hate for others
Being comfortable in my own skin
Is an intolerable crime
You hunt me
Chase me out of jobs
Threaten my ability to provide for my children
You target me, fill my inbox with threats
You are a terrorist
But you will never succeed in breaking my nerve
I fear nothing
For everything I do is out of love
And I know that I will either be victorious
Or join my ancestors beyond
And look on from high as my brothers bravely march on in my stead
No matter where you look
All you see is hate
If you want to understand your own twisted perspective
Perhaps you should turn your gaze inwards
This goes out to everyone whose voice has been gagged by politically correct thugs.
Eleanor Rigby Mar 2015
**** me,
**** me with your
Empty promises
And double speeches.
**** me,
Shoot me with the bullet
I once gave you as a vote.


F.Z.**N
The quiet whispers of the soul
resound complacently throughout
the echoes of time
haunting our fractured minds
Calling us away
to places of darkness
that hurt and scar
My eyes glisten and sparkle
with the unforeseen knowledge of time and place

I love him I love him I love him...

But this whispering grips my heart
and keeps me still
with the pain of breathing in
and the terror of speech
Unchecked speech
Scared speech
Bleeding speech
-.-.-
Please, remember the echoes
Dr Zik Mar 2015
He who united the confused and scattered letters
to enable the simple words, to deliver a speech.
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Sing for me pretty bird of mine
I've cut out my tongue and can't say a word in time
So here's another old piece poetry. Does it even count as a poem? Meh. I like it anyway.
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