Joe Black Dec 2016
Gained strength
Wisdom fled before love's fire
Embraced they lay
Till break of the day
Cursed the sun for rising in the sky.
If people hear, will not agree
They will oppose in vain  
What these lovers have
They never will...
He despise of what they think
Under the sky by almighty God
He swears to keep the faith with her
Ready to fight and die
And fight the Death
If need be
To burn in the fire of love to thee
Viseract Sep 2016
I wanna raise my voice
Hear my words carried off on stale air
As I gaze all around
I feel the judging stares

SHUT! THE! FUCK! UP!
Why can't I just be me?
SHUT! THE! FUCK! UP!
Why is this so hard?

I wanna run, I wanna hide
Can't release what I feel inside
It tears me apart, so slowly
I wanna go, can't stay anymore
Curl into a ball and....

Death marches the streets,
A parade of defeat
Showing off these victims

They all look like me...
Damned

You drown me in my hatred
Sanity, taken from me, confiscated
Removed without consent
And it gets better yet

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND
I don't need you, I'd rather be alone
Leave me to my sorrow, my misery
END! ME!

I scream in complete silence
Subdued by my mind, red with violence
Fingers twitch and bones rattle
Fighting me, is my hardest battle

*And I've not won yet
Sarah M Weier Jun 2016
You know what, fuck you
And Dr. Drew couldn't fix you,

Space, it's been weeks
Get over the critiques,

You're being a prick,
Also talking to you was like speaking to a brick,

You never really knew me,
So fucking suck it,
You'll miss this ass that won't quit,

Don't move on and talk to my best friend,
I'm so glad that we did end,
I wasn't happy and you were,
Our time together mine as well be a blur

So admit it hypocrite,
Stop acting like you know everything,
I'm glad so fucking glad
you never gave me a ring.
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
You were “busy last night”, weren’t you?
While I was bleeding
Shaking
Bruising
Aching.
You were busy, yes?
Busy with what?
Drinking
Smoking
Crashing
Choking?
And while you were “busy”
I was falling
Crying
Crawling
Dying.
But you need your freedom, yes?
You with your yelling
Dancing
Stomping
Glancing...


Who was that you saw?


You said you were sick last night, yes?
Or were you just-
Cheating
Fucking
Biting
Sucking?
So while you take your final drink
Just know I'm not as
Dumb as
You would
Think.
Syddy Raye Nov 2015
I'll be honest with you, Friend.
I kind of want to fucking die.
Close my eyes and disappear.
No more problems to worry about.
No more anything.
Ever.
Remember,
Closed eyes don't sigh.
So, even though I care about you,
And I don't want you to feel hurt,
I can't stay here anymore.
You see,
Closed eyes don't sigh.
So with slightly parted lips,
And a smile to make you wonder why,
I'll leave you with these words,
I love you and good bye.
Eh..
Syddy Raye Nov 2015
11/11/15
I'm so fucking pissed.
I want to smash his face with my fist.
Have a nice fucking day.
Or don't, I don't care anyway.
What's wrong?
Don't we get along?
No, you fucking idiot.
We do not.
This was about my boyfriend's friend, yesterday. He kind of drives me up a wall.
Martin Narrod May 2014
Hallucinating Bureaucracies and auditory Hallucinations : When the voice in your head speaks when you don't want it to, to head's of State not present. I could snuggle in bed if I wanted to, but I've got to orchestrate and reorganize the Clinton dowry. It started outright with trying on a purple, yellow, and blue button down shirt that had Scabies in the sleeve- and now you're all going to know why Mr. and Mrs. Obama don't want to talk to me about potentially increasing livestock traffic across the Americas. I think could practice will follow from such a manure, I mean maneuver. I pick up 10 or so bottles of plastic single-serve water for consumption in my apartheid room. It's awful in here. The gold disappears from the mines, and even the hands I used to work with are blurring up in the twister, and as much as you call or don't call I have no business managing your intentions- only mine. Some barrge of women over thirty. But still there isn't a problem. The river is beginning to flood, and the fishery's stockpile is running low. Maybe we ought to empty out an African mass grave and fill it with blacklists of co-conspirators and then make a drake or a flume out of the narrow walkways between the cities. Then maybe we'll have water to last us through the dry season.----------------------------------------------------------­--------------------------------- Where in the world is Sam in Hammond, Can Diego? Forklifting pillars, bribing monkeys, playing with his Mickey Mouse and Michelob, catching the taller, eighteen and up crowd catch the last car riding the rapid drop from Space Mountain through, "It's a Small World After All:"  

It's a world of laughter a world of tears, it's a world of hopes and a world of fears. There's so much that we share, that it's time we're aware- it's a small world after all."  

And then he takes the biggest gulp of water into his mouth that I've ever seen the man take, and he puts it in a small cooler that's strapped to the back of his calf, and he swears to me that the aeroplanes are going to come loop around, and when they do their glorious water-landing, he and I, or rather, the both of us, will be saved. Saved, hm? I don't even bother sharing insights or my insides. I quickly flash him the most-pod horrific a tryst that irons down a photo of Egon and I back in the Old City, what was it, Chicago, or something that very much sounded like Chicago. Could be totally awesome and I'll chime in that now is the time when we do our work best. That's all. Intrepid,

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