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The Dybbuk Sep 2017
Six
Six boys in blue are walking by,
Find a child who'll do or die.
Then one dies, to feed the flies,
They were caught off by surprise.
Five boys in blue are walking by,
With a child who cannot cry,
Then one dies, to feed the flies,
He looks into the flaming skies.
Four boys in blue are walking by,
They use the child to petrify,
Then one dies, to feed the flies,
Boys in blue say their goodbyes.
Three boys in blue are walking by,
Use the child to horrify,
Then one dies, to feed the flies,
Pumping lead into both eyes.
Two boys in blue are walking by,
They shoot the red boys, eye for eye,
Then one dies to feed the flies,
Screaming just to end their lives.
A boy in blue is walking by,
He knows they're coming, says goodbye.
Then he dies, to feed the flies,
The child ends him to terrorize.
The Dybbuk Sep 2017
I am One,
My god is the sun.
One and two,
Now I hate you.
One, two, three,
A killing spree.
One, two, three, four,
I like this one, she's my *****.
One, two, three, four, five,
Very few of us survive.
One, two, three, four, five, six,
Maybe it's cuz you're ******* ******.
One, two, three, four, five, six seven,
Each a sin which keeps me from heaven.
The Dybbuk Sep 2017
One, two, three, four,
I remember life before.
Five, six, seven, eight,
I'm not someone to agitate.
One, two, three, four,
Bring him to me, shut the door,
Five, six, seven eight,
Only death will liberate.
One, two, three, four,
Born to live in times of war.
Five, six, seven, eight,
I was made to mutilate.
One, two, three, four,
Vile and evil at my core.
Five, six, seven, eight,
I need screams to meditate.
The Dybbuk Sep 2017
One, two, three,
Beneath the tree,
Beg forgiveness, your final plea.
Four, five, six,
Breaking the sticks,
Pray to your broken crucifix.
Seven, eight,
Escape your fate,
I'm following you through the gate.
Nine and nine,
The stars align,
Ripping out your ******* spine.
Alexander Sep 2017
Three is for how many times you broke my heart.
The damage had already been done, still my soul ached.
Only it never broke, it just bruised.

Two is for how many times I asked if you loved me.
Both times you said yes, you lied.

One is for how many girls I’ve ever loved.
The Dybbuk Sep 2017
Ten
One, two, two, three,
Counting down to killing me.
four, five, five, six,
Rowing down the River Styx.
Seven, eight, eight, nine,
These emotions aren't mine,
ten, ten, ten, ten,
Die to see the light again.
one shall attempt to write a poem for two
two writers dishing up something in one
one starting with the introductory part
part two following until they conclude

do you get the drift to this type of verse*
verse one then verse two taking a turn
turn of hands working in an interchange
interchange is how it will be achieved

on reading this you'll have some ken
ken which shall show a collaboration's link
link the two pens together as one piece
*piece by piece the stanzas fall into place
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Snow falls
Winds blows
Storms howls
Spring sings
Kids laugh
Girls dance
Flame grows
Meat cooks
Air smells
Men foul
Cars pass
Bus growls
Dogs bark
Cats yowl
Eyes close
Ears hears
Songs play
I sigh
I hold
I read
Based on what I've done today and what I seen on my walk around
Nylee Aug 2017
We are in two worlds together
the one outside the window
the other one, inside the cellphone
Juggling between both of them
exhausting our mind
to become so hollow inside
We forget ourself altogether
MT Apr 2018
But I am clueless… because you have given me no clue on what to do and I feel worthless
But quotes and books tell me to be hopeful, but you aren’t here so hope is gone so how do I cope?
Because when you are gone, it feels so wrong, and I just don’t want to go on
And the pain goes on and on and on and on until I struggle to breathe and I choke
I choke on all this pain I’m been given because to them it’s just a joke
Because my mom is alive, my dad is alive, my sisters, my cousins, my family, they’re all alive
You see, to you, I haven't’ seen struggle, not like the others, my dad left me as a kid, but I still have my mother
My mom doesn’t know about the pain, none of my family knows about me being in this game of life, but not knowing how to play
But people have different sizes, types, and kinds of struggle because of our different perspective because I see a 3 and you see an E
I can see a stick in the grown and you can see a tree, I can see an S and you can see a snake, but that doesn’t mean my answers are fake
There are so many ways to interpret words, sayings, things, beings, the world,
Impossible says I’m possible, can’t, take away the “t” and says can
You see I go on and on about my pain and how I am one and alone and others don’t believe me
That doesn’t mean when I talk about this pain I have, it’s not true, but it is okay because you don’t want to deceive me
I will never give up because that one person I want to believe me, is you
I will forever try to find a word for us... two.
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