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Nadia Oct 2017
There's a box
It has a lock
The lock needs a key
The key is hidden
Only you can find it
Hint
Heart
A choice
A riddle
a cliff
Ends in the start
You fall
You break
Music ignites
Music is evil
If you win
You die
If you lose
You get the key
Where's the game
The game is lost
Find it
You win
Destroy it
You lose
A rose
A bush
Some thorns
A storm
No snow
Maybe Ice
Fire for sure
You guess
You lose
A lion
Sings a lullaby
Calls it the heart
The key is inside
Destroy the key
You win
Keep the key
You lose
To live
Open the box
A bullet
No gun
How can you die
Find out
You win
Ignore it
You lose
Define it
You die
Rae Oct 2017
Fragile but never
broken;
the clinking sound
of a harsh touch.

The knocks grow louder,
the glass never breaks.
This Glass Girl is
at home in her cage.
- I'm a glass girl: strong as a diamond -
Northern Poet Oct 2017
That passion
When you see the ground
That passion
When you hear the crowd
There’s nothing quite like it
When you hear them all sing
The fans are in unison
To watch their team win

Until it all goes wrong
Then you change your song
You give them stick
And think
Why do I support this ****
They make me sick
They’re not worthy
To wear that shirt
Over paid wankers
Playing like dirt

We want our money back
I’m not paying my wage
To watch that crap
Then you hit the town
And then you drown
Your sorrows in drink
And then you think
I love my team
But they make my heart sink
Deep down you feel the pain
Until next week
When it all starts again
Randall Walker Sep 2017
I thrive in silence
These mental pylons requiring void
I need all of my neurons to be employed


Modernity calls…

Undulating waves lambast the structure
My zigs start zagging when they should be zigging
The course turns inward
Noise so noisome, I then soil the blank
Cursing God, myself, and the bank
For such a hideous, heinous, everyday mistake

This arsenal
This armory
My six-digit word bank
Fall all out of order
Twenty-six slots, filled in with haste
The instrument bears air greedily in
My fingers can’t trace the holes amongst the din
So I issue out garbage
And pretend
This new edition is
Just another win.
//
I stack words like pebbles,
In a shivering tower,
Creation bets Wind
Me
'e could easily overpower.
//
But take a glance at my mouth,
It's holding something sour,
I'll sweat till I'm sweet—
Now wouldn't that just wow her?
MARK RIORDAN Sep 2017
IF YOU EVER GIVE UP ON YOUR QUEST
YOUR DREAMS WONT COME TRUE
YOU MUST STICK TO YOUR PATH
LIKE YOUR MENTORS ALWAYS DO



YOU MUST FOCUS ON YOUR TASK
WITH DEDICATION AND BE STRONG
BUT YOUR JOURNEY MAYBE HARD
WITH PERSISTENCE YOU WILL GET ALONG



WHEN OTHERS TAUNT YOUR DREAM
YOU MUST ALWAYS STAY TRUE
BECAUSE REACHING YOUR DESTINATION
TO YOURSELF YOU MUST BE TRUE.  


TRUMP CHRONICLES  amazon.com
THIS IS NOT TRUMP FOR A MOMENT THIS IS TO SHOW THAT I HAVE SET MYSELF A 4 MONTHS TASK TO PROMOTE THE BEST BOOK IN THE WORLD.
if the Broncos are to win this Friday
night
the intensity of their play must be
right
they'll need full commitment in the
fight
half measures won't cut a victory's
light

the Storm never give an inch on the
field
that why they've held football's top
shield
they keep the pressure on and don't
yield
each member of the team up to the job's
wield

possession of the ball determining the
game
any player slackening off will bear
blame
the premiership's battle is there to
tame
so we'll see a dour contest that's not
lame

less than forty hours to go before the rivals
meet
where footy fans shall experience quite a
treat
the ref's whistle calling upon the vying
beat
there'll be fireworks and no team going into
retreat
Unfortunately the Broncos weren't successful in winning the preliminary final. The Storm defeated them,  30 points to nil.
Shi Em Aug 2017
now watch as I bleed out the words
that you've cut from my system;
watch me dig it out from the grave
that you buried me in;
stand and watch as I make a masterpiece
out of the chaos that you have created;
and let's see whose really losing.
This little one has been created because I got inspired by Taylor Swift's new song, Look What You Made Me Do. So yes.
Voicesinthewild Aug 2017
When your thoughts take you captive, there seems like no escape.  So many different ideas and not enough time to process them.  
You become prisoner
Everything that you once possessed is now captive
The governing authority in your mind is no longer your own
Your influences now lead you to darkness and isolation.  
The outside world now becomes the enemy
Anything that tries to permeate the inner chambers of the dark mind gets rejected
The war is completely internal and barely won by the strong  
The most interesting part is the turning point where the true nature of the mind embodies supernatural energy
ig: @voicesinthewild
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