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Bassam A Oct 2014
Is love a desire or a crush?

Can it be bottled?  Can it be rushed?

Why do we love?

Do we control?
Is it our soul?

Is love measured by:
Greater than?
Equal to?
Or Less?

Can it grow and prosper?
Left a lone, will it fester?

I have a confession to make
I am in Love and it's so great
It's equal to none
'n it's not the same

My love claims
she doesn't feel the same
'n one day she confessed
In a low tone voice .. she whispered

"I feel the same as you do
Not one sided, but it's mutual"

I couldn't believe what I heard
Was it my imagination?
Or hallucination
I was happy I could fly
Another day
I had a sigh

Was she serious?
Or just curious?

Should I wait to see?
If her love was true for me?

Maybe one day she will care
For our love and she would dare

I would measure my Love for her
By the times as I would purr

She asked:
What if I love you the same?
Will I be bored?  Will you blame?

I said then:
Our love will be great
It will grow,
Lets start the flame
If you'r wise and nice
Please give an advice
Donna Bella Oct 2014
The excitement of a child
Is in you when you get a new artist tool
Write,color,paint
It's an artist tool
It's all new
It all you
You figure out what you want to do first
With the new tool
Your a child
Full of joy and happiness
I'm that child with a new tool
Kevin Eli Sep 2014
Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies

Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a ******
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother
Holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?
'cause I need to watch things die
From a distance

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?

We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
The writers of stories sold
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain come down
Drawn on grave and ground

Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and ******
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie

Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive.
So it is. So it's always been.

We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I
By: Tool (10,000 Days)

Written by Bryan Adams, Justin Chancellor, Maynard James Keenan and Danny Carey.

[Likely the only song lyrics I will ever post that I do not own.]
ZL Jun 2014
he used me everyday
his favorite electric soul
power he did know
distance I did go...
abuse always did follow

one day he found me
drained, rusted,
& out of juice
our magnetic force
had finally come loose

he cried frantically
desperately fixing me up
with man made tools
It was simply to late
a dead lover was his fate

lucky he
able to revive me
with little life left
I vibrated with long pauses
I had to return with proper causes

told my boy, I'm no toy
now kiss my achy breaky heart
only then will I begin again,
only then will our love restart!
Anthony Perry May 2014
I let the hate overtake me like a bull chasing a fool, my horns focused deep into your chest, my anger becomes my tool. Taking a step back I can see how much I really hurt myself, I feel so gone, am i sadistic or something far beyond and more wrong?
Watching you bleed, I still feel nothing but hatred in myself so I'll peel off your face and separate you from your spine, I can feel something clinging on but its just too hard to find.
Perhaps this is an act of greed or maybe i'm just a monster that needs to feed. You're so deceiving, you throw around trust just to see how long it takes to rust, you're so misleading, you laugh in the face of your creation before you give a slow castration, you deserve all the pain your receiving.
Poetry by MAN May 2014
Wake up..Start my day
Oh my poetry has gone away
Missing my heart
Missing my soul
I sit and wonder where did it go?
Should I look in lost and found?
Is it running around all over town?
I wonder where could it be?
Then I remember it's locked inside of me
Where is that emotional key?
I want to play with my Poetry
Imagination from mind to pen
Vibration from words seamlessly blend
Create art by showing my heart
I can't stop...so I start
Not the whole just a part
Inspiration can be hard to find
To calm the many storms in a poets mind
I write..I fight to ignite a flame
A spiritual reality I maintain
Fertile is the soil of my soul
Free for my poetry to continue to grow..
M.A.N 5-6-14 So blocked lately I have been working on long personal pieces..these freestyle flows help me loosen up..♏
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