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Poetic T Oct 2019
And the blind venture on the misgivings
          of what they do not see.


But heed whispers from
         a snakes tonuge,
to bite them upon there vulnerabilities.

Seeping Ill words beneath
                             there morality.

Man does not need the whispers
of snakes to control them,
but the reality of humanity.


To  awaken the truth
                    that were just human.
zelda rangel Sep 2019
my cold-blooded skin is just a disguise.
and yes, it makes everything worse.
Starry Sep 2019
As
I
find
love
The whole universe cracks
And the fabric of
time and space
rips.
Zoe Grace Aug 2019
I feel the darkness
Creeping in again
I don't care
I embrace it

It is part of me
As i lie here
At three A.M
Without a care in the world

My thoughts are my own
Who are you to tell me
If they are
Right or wrong?!
Poet X Aug 2019
i have tried every attempt to convince myself
im not in love with you.

despite the fact that you still curse my dreams night after night
and every idea I've ever had of love goes back to you.

despite that being around you
gives me a high no drug can compare.

despite that
im a liar.

a liar who can't
stop ******* being in love with you.
idk.. maybe its a.. love poem?
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
People like to **** in the wind,
But get upset when their clothes get wet.
MisfitOfSociety May 2019
Found a lady the other day,
Older than time itself.
Outlive the dinosaurs,
With wrinkles that touched the ground.
They were large enough for a child to swing in,
For me to use as a hammock.
She says to me “do you love me?”
And I say yes, but only if I can sleep in your skin folds.
She has ended homelessness,
By just existing.
People have found comfort in an old lady’s skin.
MisfitOfSociety Apr 2019
All I manage to catch are glimpses. Peepholes through time and space.
Small ravels of memories I had before this time, before this space. I try to catch them, but they’re always out of grasp.
Like the light that filters through the rustling leaves of the tree. Appearing and disappearing without a moments notice.

I go towards these memories, hoping to achieve them, but I’m always pulled back down to the memories I possess now, that stretch over the ones before, and I forget. I forget who I am, and I remember who I am not.
MJL Apr 2019
It is confirmed
You have a highly aggressive form of ***


© 2019 MJL
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