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Aleczander Feb 2019
Blood is Red,
Bruises are Blue,
You are Special,
And that why I love you.
Just a little twist for V day.  I was listening to Good With Grenades - Bruises and Bitemarks when I wrote this
Ian Feb 2019
theres an unraveling feeling building in his gut,
he sits in a cell, trapped amongst towering machinery
guts churning at they run idly against the walls
clinging to the voice on the other end,
spelling out despair
the grinding of metal becomes almost deafening
desperately trying to drown out the words spoken
but they ring ever present
things would be forever changed

its not a wonder things should be so very this way
the twisting thoughts of demons hanging overhead
one fears that if they get to close they might strike
rather dangerous when they cling so tight
what can one do but stand to help
against another's constricting shackles

maybe the dream will be enveloped in the mass
splitting the seems and rupturing the chaos
the cell could erupt and the future could lay bare
but maybe ever still
this place will be where it stays
Kat Raven Jan 2019
"Do you have a lighter? Am I dancing **** yet? Are you watching me because I move alone?"
Well, look a little harder, because as glass reflects on me I reflect back revealing the other side of me.
Two-sided.
She dances with ease.
Do you feel the pain because it's pain that I unleash.
I am the inner workings of your mutability.
I switch up as I am never at true peace.
Look at me, watch me...
Feed on me as I feed onto you.
The perplexities of my intentions are at it's core when I move.
Lost, but just a crazy ***** with the master ability to play with your mind baby.
Do you see it?
I do.
And she's nasty.
Taste her, lick her, **** her.
She's the dark side of me and she's waiting to play.
Tear me up like I'm your doll and grasp onto my insides like the strings have been attached so the grip cannot lose itself in your sins of your sinful embellishment.
Dress me up, move me.
You are my puppet and I only want to tease your mind.
**** me like a twist of your mad insanity.
Play with me.
Taste me, and watch me because, I move alone.
japheth Jan 2019
every year,

i've always hoped
for a plot twist.

but this time around,

i won't.

why wait for one

when you can twist fate

yourself?
here's to a year of me being in control
Ashari Ty Dec 2018
the only plot twist
that i need in my life
is us
julia Oct 2018
Nobody cares about you
Nobody thinks you matter
Nobody thinks you’re smart
Nobody misses you
Nobody thinks you’re strong
Nobody thinks you’re beautiful
Nobody wants to support you
Nobody thinks you’re worth it
Nobody loves you
Nobody thinks you’re special
Nobody hopes your day is going well
Nobody thinks you’re kind
and Nobody thinks you deserve the world


but don’t you worry
because my name is Nobody
although it may seem like “nobody cares” i can rest assure you that someone does care
please take care of yourself xo
Francis Oct 2018
Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

No, I’m pretty sure Violets are violet.

That poem is a lie.

Just like my love for you.
Satire is fun in poetry sometimes. It doesn’t always have to be grim.
Vince Victoria Aug 2018
Red
Like blood on white tile
A fair maiden's lips
Your hair last summer

Blue
Like a choking man
A child's eyes glist'ning
Your fav'rite color

Yellow
Like weathered parchment
My mother's long hair
Your car's bright paint job

Green
Like moss on a rock
The leaves on a tree
The passport you left

Purple
Like bruises on skin
Orchids on a vine
Your prom date's necktie

Orange
Like fire cleansing all
The light on my porch
The sun on your face

Brown
Like earth we'll return
A mug of cocoa
And some sourdough bread

White
Like pale, frigid skin
My face when I saw
What you have become

Black
Like life without you
A life without you
My life without you
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