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Jacob Cuadro May 2015
I will control with my poetry
Making you feel so lonely.
Words of darkest roads
With your trembling lost soul.
For the reason of each lie you had told me
That hurt like a sting of a bee.
How can you cheat on me with another man?
Was this one of your biggest master plan?
To use me for you to have an easier life
So you can just stab my heart with a knife.
You serious think you were going to walk away in peace
Sorry to tell you sweetie your life is about to be cease.
Blood and guilt will feed me joy and you will be nothing but tears
Thank you for opening my darkness that I never knew I had and your eyes will see nothing but fear.
Oh by the way your new boyfriend head will be in my bedroom wall
Follow the trail of his blood I made you right down the hall.
My brain is really confuse I treated you right gave you my heart and soul
But it was my fault I was blind and never saw that you’re truly dark as coal.
Never thought it will be you to make me this way
As my old self prince charming want to be start to decay.
Now I’m brand new and feeling whole
Cause now I’m in control.
Here a rope that I would tie around your neck
As your light start to close in like a speck.
Hanging you so high
The final moment when you ******* die.
As I set the biggest flames that you ever see
And that hopeless feeling when you know your never be free.
While the heat is melting your flesh slowly but surely
As you scream in agony pain and your vision start to become blurry.
Speak my last poem to curse and haunt your dreams
When your souls leave your body and hear nothing but your lovely screams.
Sorry to tell you that I be running this town
Cause now I have the crown.

**By Jacob Cuadro
It may seem brutal but the people who has been through this may feel the same way or not but getting cheated on does **** and confusing .
Graff1980 May 2015
What makes a good soldier
I’ve never been to the battlefield
And if I can I still never will
But I am curious how you define
What honor is

When questioning in the time
Of war is treason
And the battle seasoned
Veterans will blast you in the head

The best qualities I quest for
Will get you shot in the heat of war
And instead of doing what’s right
By being a good human being
You have to degrade yourself
And become a killing machine
Brendan Sansome May 2015
After the dust settled,
the mess tidied;
they ate peacefully.
Pain etched in the lines around my eyes
Hot tears washed my face weary
The whites of your eyes still scare me
Every crease of your brow stung
As if you've already swung
Open palm and whistling through the air

I let you do this to me
That was my mistake
I won't make it again

Every fist that bangs on a wall
Slams a door
Punches a hole
Jolts my body
Your face floods behind closed shut eyes
As fear racks my insides
I should have fought back
Now I'm fighting everyone else

I can't tell the difference
Between hands outstretched to help
Between hands reaching to hurt
Good touch, bad touch
Soft or harsh

The lines you've blurred
The edges of my hips
My inner thighs
They burn when I think of you

There's not enough locks to keep you out
You break down all my walls
Punch holes through all my closed doors
You demolished my safe space
Did I let you?
Criticism is welcomed, I'm looking to improve my poetry.
He runs,
but cannot hide.
Squeezes his eyes shut
but cannot unsee
What he
has seen.
The image of his mother's face
Flashes
Behind his scrunched eyelids.
Blood trickling...
From the corner
of her mouth
where he
slapped
her.

Fear builds in his heart
It claws
Up
His throat.

The pressure behind his eyes threaten
Tears
To burn down his cheeks.

His heart
Pounds
Against his rib cage
He curls his knees
Up to his chest
To contain his heart
From breaking free.

So small
He ***** up,
trying
trying
To disappear.
Just
praying
praying
That it will end,
Somehow
Someway.
That it will end
Someday
Criticism is welcomed, I'm looking to improve my poetry.
KM Ramsey May 2015
The grounds are in ruins
and the castle in decay
the hall of mirrors
has been reduced to liquid shards
running downhill
combining into a sharp ****** tidal wave.

Vines hold down the dilapidated stones
and moss creates a damp carpeting
to pad my footfalls
and cradle my arch with gentle porous support.

The living dust of inaction
hiding the biting words of steel
and buried land mines
that rain crimson accusations
when heavens become mirror
and the only image I can see
is myself in destruction.

An army marching indiscriminately
each soldier's face
morphs effortlessly into my own reflection
until I can feel the trigger
cold steel
pressed against my readied finger
revolver steel cooling my temple.

And with wanton abandon
execute this slash and burn campaign
so that where once was
great halls and feasts
there now stands only rubble
a dissolving memory.
Mateen Manek May 2015
Matches and fires, sticks with barbed wires;
Chaos and fear run happily and free.
Great big men in suits, and other liars,
Will be the first amongst you who will flee.

But amongst the chaos you see a group of hands;
You see they are locked; strong and unbreakable.
Barbarians smash their legs where they stand;
But peace can never be broken so long as to it you are faithful.

Those without fear and hatred, only love,
Will stand together and watch as their group grows.
Through all the hatred, rises a dove
And as she flies, you will see that evil hath froze.

But this can never happen so long as we hate;
Imagine the power and the difference we could make.
The Tinkerer May 2015
The seconds, hours
The world in a shroud.
There's no where to run
All one does is cower.

The days go by
Dead men deny
An elaborate lie,
Till the day that they die.

Hope trickles away
Just as blood,
From each corpse that lay
Red runs wild
Wild like the fires at night.

There is no solitude here,
Once, free men, now fear
When their world is run
Under The Barrel of The **Gun.
A military coup. A world in turmoil, the gun is the most vicious ruler to ever come to rise in the history of the human race.
Nikita May 2015
Her breath forms beautiful icicles on the blood-stained window, her pale body lays in horrifying grace

Sunk in cheeks
Charcoal eyes
Her soul empty
gone.
Nothings left.

She feels only a slight tug as his fist curves into her fragile skull once again, smashing her petite figure into the window.

shatter
the beautiful icicle is exploded into a millon pieces and so the glass.

As her tired face hits the window sil
You can almost feel the break of her jaw as it crushes beneath the weight of his tremendous blow.

Her eyes are still open

But she is now completely gone

The last of her life shattered away with the icicle formed by her last breath.

v.v
Domestic violence
Its not okay.
Graff1980 May 2015
They got us doped up
Put the military scopes up
And shot our foreign brothers down

They got a war on crime
And Drugs
A war for riches
But poverty
Is just another casualty
The price to pay
To maintain our society

They got golden parachutes
Good pension plans
For the corporate man
But want to eliminate
What it takes
To help a single woman
Get a fair chance

They got disinformation
For the regular population
So they don’t see
The criminal activity
Of our leaders
And dissenters
Enter
The hall of infamy
The activist
Is an enemy

We become so thick
With our sick self-absorption
So quick to judge
Not empathize
Based on all those lies
At some point you got to believe
Cut the crap and face this social disease
Please tell me cause I can’t see
Where the hell
Is your humanity
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