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Icy Blu 7d
Low n behold devil at your door
you need more
so u do what u do u soar..
high high above the sky masking and covering up your reasons why,
to fly above 
to push to shove
dont need my love
but once upon a ******* time you were 'here'
now u may be near me, but your ******* gone cant hear me, gone gone wrong,
crossing and jumping the tracks
hiding the reasons the facts
I love you but *******
you say love waits,
tell that to me when u wake up n find I'm burnt out I'm gone,
**** u left me once n for all..
I stumble I fall.
I wake up to a nightmare a mess, a living hell a stress
**** I need u for...
you held me, you kept me warm..
but all I need is me myself and I...
I dont need drugs to fly,  I'm already ******* crazy...
Only then you know sometimes straight lines are crooked
LC Apr 9
my hometown has a straight edge,
obedient new kid vibe -
one that other cities hate.
yet it resides in my heart,
its memories forming
the shape of who I am today.
#escapril day 8! Plano, TX.
Zack Ripley Apr 2019
I told you once.
I told you twice.
If I have to tell you again, I'm going to stop being nice.
It doesn't matter if you're black or white.
Gay or straight.
The longer you live, the more you realize love doesn't discriminate. And when this truth becomes real,
so does the truth that you are worthy of love and your heart can heal
Norbert Tasev Mar 22
Move Straight Forward Like Once In Mathematical Captivity: The Shortest Distance Between Two Points is Straight - not for sure Target, but even more secretly, and therefore silent Unknown - for the sake of hot job interviews, drizzle craps between your job interviews! In the meantime, who can stay with me? A charming look at a fevered ****, a cheap garment tossed in weight of pearls, the only supportive handshake that always has to go with my head on long journeys

I must gather some more power! Despair, like a defiance beside me, the whispering of screaming owls, the inward darkening of the city around me, locked in the solitude of stars - He, the stretched-out, halo-star, the glowing celestial bodies turn to you: How? How can I continue my unfinished life, my missed Presence, according to earthly guidance? - I never played a

a great hero - because I didn't like just slipping into the alleyways of corners like the humble ones. If I am not careful, I am afraid that they will become cold and lame, and that the hardened and still truncated tree will be the years of rampant life - the annoying life of a poor man! S indeed! You can fly freely in the siege of the heavens as a confident Icarus

who is already a man according to our Attila - who does not hold his proud hand in his hand: neither money, lady, nor power? Who can only be lifted out of mud, because he is dew-weak and hesitant in his will to make fateful decisions? Whose flesh is glad to be shared by mocking jackals, Anubisean hyenas, and vultures have outgrown their soul-searching eyes - and who has a pair of unshaven kisses and mothers' care?
You’re ready.
You needed to be here for a while
But now we’re moving on
Walk on
Walk straight
Don’t turn back
Don’t be afraid
I designed you for this day
I saw it before you were formed
So it’s coming
Whether you feel ready or not
Because I know that you are
Shrink back no more.
Yes, a blessed Sunday morning,
A fresh day dawning,
I pray for faith to unite,
In the early morning light,
As our day of earthly prayers does start,
To be blessed, chats straight from the heart!
Feedback welcome.
Marri Dec 2019
You look at her,
She's beautiful,
She's funny,
And unique.

She isn't her.

You look at her dark straight hair.
You stare--
Touch it even.

It slowly transforms into curly twists before your eyes.
You stare in disbelief;
Rub your eyes.

You stare at her round sweet face,
Her pretty eyes,
And her petite lips.

It shape shifts into a strong jawline,
Gorgeous brown eyes (that you fell in love with once),
And soft vivacious lips.

You rub your eyes.

You hear her voice,
It's soft and new.
You smile.

Soon her voice mixes into another,
It's so velvet and mesmerizing.
You can't believe it.

Everywhere you look, images of the girl appear,
Every song you hear is sung by her,
And every sleeping-waking thoughts you have is her.

Aren't you over it?

You tangle your hand into hers.
Hoping the image will stay.
You hold onto her,
Begging the feeling to never stray.

You coil back, and
You look at her.

She isn't me--

And she never will be.
Erian Rose Sep 2019
the space between
a sea of stars
dancing high
gliding far

the space between
a world
full of scars
stitched together in my heart

a space between
the unknown and true
leaving me restless
leading me straight to you

but a space between spaces
wasn't that far
for us to cross borders
on runaway stars

the space between spaces
isn't that far
Jon Hanlan Aug 2019
Extractor of those awfully embedded times
That traveling memory, hidden in the back of worn suitcases
Brown leather and ties, like no remorse
Those breaths imparted, w/ lasting glare
The smoky windows in beat up wagons
Split lips from the boys on back loan
Wartimes, dragging utter sadness from the porch swing
Lost a tooth, and that made it smooth
Soothe the pain, w/ pints of tipsy water
We watch the sunset, in the field next door
Kissed & dangled, our bust behind us
Tumbled in the meadow, w/ no one else around
The boy I brought home is the same I fought
Every night, we tossed and paddled
Had I known, he would stay w/ me, forever
The girls from Seventh Ave. tickled me
W/ their stunty eyes and elongated dresses
Wishing, for a moment, we were out: the kids, picnic party w/ the club
Pa saw it in my eyes, the mailman and I
Even at the table with the shipped ashes and ol’ rummy
Playing hard to get with nothing but straight chaser
The mirror became such ferment to my frame
I began perturbing every milking like a daily lashing
And soon protruded my perimeters into giant horned gnats
Ground crackling and separated with ceaseless dust storms
Divided, on the fence back in the meadows watching it rain afar
In the familiar fields I laid, now a barbaric, decoded passing
I walk to the cellars every now and again, with my badges
Discreetly pacing the acreage, for a taste of interim regression
Now with no bandages nor luggage to carry my born chores
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