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Bluebird Dec 2014
adventure has started
you have to capture my heart,
i will be running ,
so begin the hunt.

adventure has started
be careful to choose the right path,
my forest is enchanted,
you might fall into a trap.

adventure has started
pick a weapon for this fight,
you must be cautios,
don't let me out of your sight.

adventure has started,
i'll be hiding somewhere far,
watch your moves,its dangerous,
i could leave you a scar.

adventure has started,
i think you have a chance to win,
just let your mind run wild
and keep your heart clean.
Ryan Nyberg Dec 2015
it's a little but plenty
it's so cheap but expensive.
It's so brave but it's cautios
and so sweet nearly noxious.

it's so full, and so empty
it's so bright and so tempting
so fulfilling and breaking
what it gives you will take it.

It will knock you off your feet
it will dislocate your heart
it will wither your bones and
it's not even the worst part.

It will starve you and leave you
then take back and forgive too
it will beat you up daily
hourly make life dreary

it will spill, it will cry
when you turn away wry
lift you higher than heaven
bury deeper than hell
your vision will better
but blindness will find a way.

you will come out a *******
egocentric but lost
selfish, trustless and beaten
sell yourself for no cost.

throw yourself at a stranger
look for comfort and "it"
years will pass, pain will ease
you'll still die incomplete.
samuel hdz Dec 2012
It is work to rebuild this ego everyday. Coversations with strangers, glances and smiles towards nameless dames. Fame growing as the hours go by. Putting in over time with inibtriated conversations at these bars. My scars make me mysterious and intriguing. Head shots lined up but cautios when pulling the trigger. Sights obviously set on something better and bigger. alas to no avail. Back at home and drunken thoughts of you start to creep. Like drops of acid deteriorating all the progress i put forth that day. The ego ends up shattered to pieces scattered all around the floor. Once more i fall asleep a broken man.  Looking forward to tomorrow and trying to rebuild from scratch.
Frida Virrueta Sep 2014
I'm stuck between the belief that it's better if I resist all temptaion, maybe that way I wont sin (what ever that is)
That it's better if I stay cautios, and not get too close.. Maybe that way I wont feel the burn on my flesh after each time yours glides on mine..
I'm stuck between the belief that it's better if I just anchor myself,before you anchor me

Between believing I should instead just let myself feel, let myself die for the love of love, for after all I am in love with destruction, I'm in love with chaos,I'm in love the way you can effect me, In love with the way you can turn my ideas around, in love with the way you can make illogical things sound so logical..

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