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JL Feb 2012
Your buttons looked like smiling faces
Green fire below your every step
Green like the sea
Green like algae growing on the tips
Of rocks
That protrude from your knuckles
Bare flesh becomes red flesh
Under the weight of the gaze
Tear collecter
You bore me with stories of frailty
Yeah, I know I'm human and life is fragile and all that jazz
I just want to **** some brain cells
That's why I waste my money on coral
And pearls
Hairspray_ letters and bone marrow
Drinking licorice
Smoking incense
Sparking up a glass pipe
Full of Apple blossoms
Colorless
Oderless
Gasoline fumes
Coat up my lungs with lackluster black lesions
Uppers downers lefters
Drill a hole through mg skull if you love me
Dump some 409 in my skull if you love me
Nothing feels better
Than Mr. Clean jumping in my veins
From the mouth of the needle
At least this time I saved enough money
To buy a pencil
So I could write this poem
alex loya May 2014
fenix feather dipped in blood
signed on the dotted line
see it better quick in love
lied on those songs you write
it must take a lot of effort
too make that texture look fake behind those measures find a treasure you little spine collecter
I'm a guesser not a fortune teller scorpion seller orphan on welfare
torchered in the celler sources developers and I'm always letting her take the best of me story teller my faverite ingredients for the recipy mental telepathy extazy a mess of things letting me keep the key away from reach babygurl your never ganna be set free ****** me gently hurtig me tenderly a blurred memory that make the eckos scream no remedy dead asleep too stressed too keep a smile on go on ahead of me
if I dont respond u know I'm dead too be dont check too see and step beneath the deepst regions I used too believe in freedom like some believe in demons angel holding me while I bleed with weakness agree too see this before its finally gone always sleepless
forced on writing these songs while righting the wrongs
that help me respond and bestrong trying too keep on the right path
like a pesant forced too bites scraps
or the essence that makes you fight back on the right track
if u stay with me gurl ill make the night last
I'm giving you the world before you even had a chance too ask
I just hope u can understand the facts


I dont have let go if your holding my hand
DieingEmbers Sep 2012
In the darkness burns a lantern
held aloft by shepherds hand
calling home his flock like children
here within their promised land

Shadows flee before his glory
let the fallen now rejoice
as he raises all that see him
and except his love by choice

Fishermen and farmers too him
nets cast out and chaff removed
laying bounty there before him
whom by death his friendship proved

Tax collecter counting tribute
casts off shackles made of gold
swapping riches for his freedom
as he joined the growing fold

Sick and dying by the wayside
touch his hem and feel reborn
taking up their beds behind him
praising the risen son this morn

So this morning soft at daybreak
as the sun doth grace the skies
think of he whom died to save you
defeating death with love not lies
Andrew Tinkham May 2015
Two poles
Many roles

Dancer
Smoking buddy
Cash collecter
Dueche inspecter
Mother

Life is ****
Especially on This Side of Paradise
For the Beautiful and ******.
Oh, Tender is the Night
Hold it softly, like Drum-Taps.
Starting from Paumanok,
The Last Tycoon rides at last.



AT LAAAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I collect poems, pieces of people that didn't want to give...I chew em up and spit them out when they no longer live.  
This is what "they" do to me
Zac Walter Oct 2015
N
You are not all that you think you are
You're better than that

You are mosaics splashed with tropical colors and hazel eyes.

You are a collecter, not of lost time. But of your own dreams and loves.

You are a creator with too many points of inspiration.

You are lovely

The dark side of life's fears the grace with which you handle problems

Because your better than that

You are Artisan.
:)
Charles Sturies Nov 2018
I imagine Kathryn Mcphee as a crocheter.
I imagine Kyra Sedgwick as cooking
Divine tuna noodle casserole.
I imagine Liz Taylor as being a good
Crapshooter
I imagine Brandy as an expert in  making
Chocolate layer cake
I imagine Tina Turner as a collecter
of rare beer bottles.

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