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  Dec 2014 twisted mind
Nameless
For as we lay
Together in tangled arms
To regret the land that's too far
Waiting to grasp any hope
Us finding a way to cope
Love is a difficult thing
Never the less it clings
But you are the blinding light
In my no longer dark night
So run away with me
For our fate will see
"Just one call Brooke... And I'll drop everything and Run"
  Dec 2014 twisted mind
ilina286
...
I'm a puppet
You're a puppeteer
Playing with my  soul-
Tangled in my fears
Thrown from the highest spot
The place between fantasy and reality
Love and hate
Sound of laughter interrupted by the waves in the ocean of tears
I'm a puppet
And you're a puppeteer
Playing with my soul
Covering my naked ghost with scars
Like they are the only clothes that fit me perfectly.
I'm a puppet
And your a puppeteer
Playing with my soul
Taking my ****** tears
Producing lipstick
Putting smile on my face with it.
  Dec 2014 twisted mind
Savannah Jane
LET ME DROWN IN
MY OWN SORROW
YOU DO NOT LOVE ME
THE WAY I LOVE YOU
AND IT KILLS ME
AND I'D RATHER
DROWN
IN MY SORROW
THEN BE KILLED
BY THE ONE
I LOVE SO VERY MUCH
  Dec 2014 twisted mind
Alysia Michelle
tonight the shadows ate the moon
i sat there in awe as it was slowly consumed
little by little the brightness was devoured
and behind the shadows, the moon never cowered
the blood moon shined
as the sun and moon aligned
and the moonlight becomes you
you too are consumed
eyes bright and full of wonder
the cold wind makes you shudder
make a wish as the last sliver disappears .
let the music of the night fill your ears
Breathe.

Settle yourself.

Try to understand.

We were meant to love.

And if we can not love, then we were meant to try to love.

And failing that we were made to breathe.

And try again.



-Sean Critchfield
This is the product of an exercise. I was instructed to grab the 7th book on my shelf, turn to page 7, and use the 7th line as my first line. The poem was restricted to seven lines.
  Dec 2014 twisted mind
Nadine Swain
I stay awake
until 3 AM
contemplating
romanticizing
fantasizing
willing into reality
the idea of
me and you
twisted mind Dec 2014
Your shadow haunts me in my dreams
It holds a knife, I quietly bleed
I'm swallowing your burning pain
Our flowing blood might be the same

My fear is walking through your door
It tears up everything you know
For all our demons fit so well
We hide them good, we go through hell

Our naked hearts, a place to rest
Beneath the surface, weary chest
And four eyes widened by the sound
Of finding shelter never found
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