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86 · Jun 2020
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The world shall sink its fangs into the neck of social media,
where we as poets have injected our emotions deep into its veins.

Hungry for a taste, and thirsty for a need, every readers click ****** the skin, leaving the words from our hearts to freely bleed.


We donate a little each day, until we're all dried up and have withered away.
86 · Jun 2020
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Underneath the layers of flesh surrounding this man wrapped in a costume of sane looking skin, lives an angry madman living a lie on the edge of insanity, and Deep. Thought Poetry always wearing a grin.
85 · Jun 2020
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She is a goddess, a warrior Worth more than her weight in gold She is a guardian, a nurturer With spirit young and soul of old She has words for all occasions Amd is wise beyond her years She has a heart as big as oceans Ind will always face her fears сме мал
85 · Jun 2020
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The tune of our hearts beat to a rhythm of love ever so poetically,

it's enough to turn the best written music up into sheets of sobbing jealousy.
84 · Jun 2020
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Life can be good, but let's keep it real.

It can truly start to ******* **** when you begin to feel that you're no more than a mere cog in someone's egotistical wheel.
83 · Jun 2020
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she tries to calm the storm within but she s a hurricane wrapped up with skin there's thunder crashing through her mind and her lightning looks

will leave

you

blind.
83 · Jun 2020
Your soul
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Look deep in the mirror And say: 'I LOVE YOU"

And immediately

An electric current will Ripple throughout your soul

And burst through your eyes..

Like shooting Stars

Dancing across the skies.

In ecstasy

Te tell your soul you love it.

Is like remembering

WHO YOU ARE

After being in a coma For a hundred years.

Your face will beam the light of a hundred galaxies.
80 · Jun 2020
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I'm growing weary, and can't take anymore.

Always getting the same **** from you, shore to endless shore, floating on your heavy *** guilt trip ship.

It's time I must rise above my emotions which you have sank, even if it means I must break from us and walk the ******' plank.
78 · Jun 2020
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Poetic justice Jun 2020
Cutting myself away without a peep, I will no longer lay next to the guilty conscience of a mind that cannot sleep.
72 · Jun 2020
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We are the adventurers & creators.

Stargazers and barefoot wanderers.

chocolate lovers and magic makers.

We are the ones they call mad.

We're the ones that came to shake this **** up.

— The End —