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Tuffy Mutombo Oct 2017
I tried placing my heart in your hands
But you ran out of space
I started Pressing the Escape Key
For you not to see
that you hurt me
As tears overflow my face
Not enough data in your storage (No space)
So you will probably never get this message
well since you won't get this message
I will admit
When it came to you I lacked the courage
To tell you that I _____ you
hami Oct 2017
Holding ballpen, inks to paper
are comfortable to my hand
writing thoughts that I combine together
that controlled of my optimistic mind.

My feelings more on sorrow
are the topic that I want to write
everyday, later or tomorrow
it will be released by my broken heart.

Your flaws and non-sensibility,
are the reason why I'm gaunt
not physically but emotionally—
I write because of my tired soul.

The voices of my mind, heart and soul
were ignored by the pretending deaf
the reason why I just write at all
and unexpectedly poetry was bleed.
6th poem <3  Hope you'll like it.
Grey Pryor Oct 2017
So here i write
Wishing to die
Because love is foregin to me
Because you cause me to not breathe
Because for once everything is alright.
Except my mind
I can't win every battle and lately I've been hurting
A wounded vet
And i have given up on the medic
I can see and feel the love
But its just that way for a moment so i don't wnt to put all my hopes in
There's no return price on this bet
I know all love is temporary
But so is my existence
This is about how my parents done kicked me the **** out and my uncle took me in
A Oct 2017
She walks;
A single sole scuffing the solid earth,
A pebble thrown into empty silence,
The night embracing the wisps of her hair,
Down to her frigid fingertips.
She screams;
An empty howl
As constant as the wind,
Waiting for another soul to entwine with.
She reaches out:
Honey,
Just sit down
And
Bleed.
Gonzo

Is often called a barroom poet slash outlaw .
Who's work has been featured in some mags that clearly do not care about good taste or morals .

When not living as a total recluse drinking his liver silly and watching ****, He often enjoys long drives by himself picking up hookers but enough bout his ex wife.


His short stories usually revolve around some demented ******* much like himself .

He currently resides in hell or as others call it North Carolina .
Where him and his dog share drinks and take turns being the designated drunk driver .


His work will probably give you a contact high or at least the clap.

Enjoy .

And stay crazy .

Gonzo
Never take yourself serious hamsters
Maria Etre Oct 2017
Your "No"
browsed through
my writing
flipping through
stories
and ended
at the beginning
of a new
"chapter 1"
Poetry Art Sep 2017
Just for once,
Let me be,
The metaphor,
Of your poetry,
The chapter,
Of your novel,
And the melody,
Of your song,
Let this writer,
Be the topic,
Of the piece you write,
Just for once,
Let me be the one,
Your poetry is all about
Maria Etre Sep 2017
The sexiest thing
is a daring heart
willing to
break the bones
of your ribcage
jump out of it
to meet mine
half way
Maria Etre Sep 2017
You made it
onto my paper
from
in between my ribs
to
in between my lines
&
all I can do
is sharpen my pencil
every time
I reach the end
of each stanza
Maria Etre Sep 2017
Wondering
in foreign streets
I find myself
engulfed
with muses
aching to find
themselves
on paper
in another
world
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