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I am writing this just to keep sane
Stop switching lanes and deal with the pain
I’m going to stay same and never give in to shame
I don’t see this as a game, what I’m saying is real
That’s why you feel every line that I spill
Every emotion comes from the notion
That we are the panacea for the poison
Explosion of our hearts started with the sparks
That ignited our greed amidst the dark
So now we find ourselves led by the misled
Bred like a hoard of cattle waiting to be shred
We focus on materials and ignore the cries
‘Cause it’s easier to watch from an iPad, as a baby dies
We work, struggle, and beg for a promotion
Instead of pouring our hearts into a positive devotion
Every person fueled by their own ambition
And integrity is at loss on our way to this mission

By Vladislav Vagner
http://www.poemjunction.net
Tatiana Lasky May 2014
*****
Not literally or physically
You stripped me of my emotions, as if I am dead
Surviving, but not thriving
You made me feel worthless
You haunt me, as your dark image stays imprinted in my mind
Oh, Blue Valentine
#icyheart #spilledink
Tatiana Lasky May 2014
The dreadful words I've heard makes my heart ache.
I tried to block them out of my head.
The words chose to stay long and not leave instead.
I feel deep inside me I might just break.
Words spoken are not thought of as a mistake.
Evil words pierce my soul and I feel dead.
Though, my heart is still beating strong and red.
I wish the words would go away for God's sake.
The devil's words I heard, I still hear today.
Afraid, I sit alone in sorrow.
There's no remorse for what's being said.
I can only hope for a better tomorrow.
I wish I could stop the spiteful words from coming, I wish they wouldn't start.
The words I've heard, have scarred my heart.
Tatiana Lasky May 2014
'E'
Excite me, entice me, surprise me
Stop the clock
Let's travel to the past when we were young and dumb
I see the person you really are, but do you see me?
Let's trace our veins until we reach our hearts
Why are we so broken and soft-spoken now?
Yet we were once so pure and free.
Excite me, entice me, surprise me

— The End —