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cypress Nov 5
to come virile & unhinged

contributes wild demands for control

rather an engagement of exact equality may cultivate an intuitive culture
Harrison Leland Dec 2018
You cannot take away the storm within me as much as a sailor cannot control the waves of the sea.
I am the storm, I am me.
I want to add more to this and probably will later. For now it's short and sweet
EmperorMoth Nov 2018
Call me crazy one more time
I bet a dime you'll lose your mind
And in the dark is when I shine
Although I'm crying I am fine
I smile widely when I'm stressed
They claim they love me more than rest
Picking my brain for little peace
I just want this all to all cease
I see my shadows walk freely
They even try talking to me
My wings were clipped some time ago
I'm ground-bound on this hellish show
I've tried to remain silent here
But they will say to show no fear
So now I watch my story go
Falling down places I don't know.
Ivan Brooks Sr Aug 2018
Poetry is part of my story
So I write not for glory.
I care about it like my health,
And protect it like my wealth.

Talking about wealth ,I have none.
But if just in case I get some,
It really wouldn't matter.
For me I think peace of mind is better,

So I pen away my thoughts.
Leaving no rooms for any doubts...
My emotions,
And my inspiration.

My frustration,
And desperation.
Through it all,
I tried being stoic and rational.

Even though my pains
Even when it rains.
I write not about a special thing,
My work covers anything.

Sometimes it's about love,
Or about the issues I can't solve.
The things I take to God in prayers
The things others take to soothsayers.

© IvanBrooksPoetry
21/8/2018
I write not for glory...
Devin Lawrence Aug 2017
I'm a record
repeating all the same lines
hoping that you'll continue to sing along.
I'm a door unhinged
waiting for you to walk my way again.

You're a Gothic masterpiece;
a renaissance of imperfection
spilling over a lifeless canvass.
I sit with a pen
still in my hand.

I can't expect you to hear my every call,
I can't expect that you'll fix the threads that come undone.

If these words are my voice,
then this page is God's ear.
A prayer for what is broken
to be mended once more.
Brandy Nicole Jun 2015
Writing words
here and there
all with no care
    Endlessly
Writing words
with no rest
till I truly
became unhinged

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