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Unknown Feb 2016
You push me down
You throw me around
I dont make a sound
I dont want it to come back around

I get cut up
I wrap it up
I sew it up
While I fill your cup

Every drink
Every bottle
Every shot
Every trouble

Stays in my mind
You wont get away this time
Cross that line
And it will be your last time

You gave me scars
You gave me wounds
You damaged my mind
The forever doom

But I got you back
And now youre under
What do to think of that
Didnt hear my thunder
ZT Feb 2016
Ako nga gapabilin ra unta
Sa kweba nga way himaya
Kay ako man diri komportable
Pero ako gipugos gyud nimo pre

Ang akong kweba imong gi kulkog
Mintras  Nagngisi paka nga mura ug hubog

Hangtod sa migawas na
Ang lawas kong imong gibira
Padung sa kalibutang mahayag
Kahayag nga makadam.ag

Ako nga nalipay
Kay karon kabalo na ako
nga ang kalibutan kay hayag man diay
ang kalibutan dako man diay
Ang kalibutan kay gwapo man diay

Pero wa ako gadahum nga sa ulahi ako diay kay magmahay
Kay ako, gidulaan ra diay sa inatay

Pagkahuman nimo bolabolahon
Sa imong kamot paligidligiron
Sa imong tudlo kalit nga palagputon

Isagpak sa pader
Ihandos sa ilalom sa lamisa
Ipahid sa maong **** kupas na
Pero ako nagpakatanga
Balikan mo, ako gahulat pa
Pero diay, ako gidulaan mo ra.
Thoughts of a Kugmo
Kenna Marie Feb 2016
truth be told,
I am not that bold.
It is a jab into my eye,
a reality full of lies that my mom blames this distress.
Hold on, I can't tell black from white. Might as well be blind, I can predict even the scenic route that people doubt. My whereabouts are no longer in a crowd, standing with witnesses is unhealthy for me.
I want privacy, isn't being alone key anyways? Who is to care
if I write "Beware" or just  stare. In the end, there is this sentence left to bare. Always interpreting the language I so rarely speak. Energy may flow for others, but I am not a plug one can spark by lousy remarks.
William Robinson Feb 2016
This is not a poem
This is a painting
This is called modern art.
I never got a hang of modern art. I never quite understood why a blue painting with a yellow line could clasify as art.
Torias Feb 2016
I thought I wanted you,
Hoped and prayed you'd be mine,
But I can't understand why,
If given the matches,
I would burn the bridge.

2/7/16
m i a Feb 2016
i'm like a wifi signal,
and i'm connected to
you and only you
it's true though,
every time you leave
my signal turns low
and i can no longer function
but then every time you say
hi my connection goes to
an all time
high.
im like a wifi signal,
and im connected to you and only you.
<3
murf Jan 2016
Don't create a monster out of yourself
"Why not?"
Because it's not worth it
"Was the way you lived till now worth it?"
No!
"Then don't stop me
It's a change I'm loving to be
And this is what I want"
Hanna Jones Jan 2016
Slapped on. Pajamas.
Cold roof. Rising moon.
Neighbors drinking something in blue plastic cups.
Laughter.
I'm laughing. I'm on the floor in tears.
But you don't think its funny.
The night has aged.
It's a new day...
But you are treating it like yesterday.
I'm your best friend,
but you don't seem to think so.
You walk away into the aging day.
I say goodnight and drive away.
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