"crain" poems - Hello Poetry

Rift rafters fall for the love of their sinister lives that continue long after the setting sun, Breathers lay out their arms welcoming peace with a deadly knife, Sought after visions lie but for a just cause, Simple villains turn tides when truth proved to be theirs to gloat, Lips of curves softly calling for the ears of new found kings, Lofting lost but on the path that was sought when no path was given, Crain the neck to see what is alreadyinfront of you, Suggested laughs at the subtle sight that was born from the head of a baby, A free fairing fan fiction frantically falling for free franks from Fredrick's farm facility featured February Fifth, A test to the cure that causes our noses to run amuck, Fidget in our seats when words of conversation repeated for few sentences know their bounds, A long lost rambling mind, tastes silver in the blood of night

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC

kyle-madill-baker

P0e9

Rift rafters fall for the love of their sinister lives that continue long after the setting sun, Breathers lay out their arms welcoming peace with a deadly knife, Sought after visions lie but for a just cause, Simple villains turn tides when truth proved to be theirs to gloat, Lips of curves softly calling for the ears of new found kings, Lofting lost but on the path that was sought when no path was given, Crain the neck to see what is alreadyinfront of you, Suggested laughs at the subtle sight that was born from the head of a baby, A free fairing fan fiction frantically falling for free franks from Fredrick's farm facility featured February Fifth, A test to the cure that causes our noses to run amuck, Fidget in our seats when words of conversation repeated for few sentences know their bounds, A long lost rambling mind, tastes silver in the blood of night

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I have my hand on a chain I am pulled along and the drain is insane I can't obstain or restrain the pain I feel as I am dragged alond the feild But I won't let it go, I won't let you steal the way I feel make a meal of me, and then say it wasn't a big deal My body is battered and broken, and I am always beholden I have more to do as my time is always bespoken The chain is harder and harder to hold on and way is harder and harder to forge on. I am tiered and honestly, sometimes I don't feel as if I can go on But I won't let go Because i refuse to let the world know That it has beaten me I won't let that dept grow nor will I ever slow. I will meet you blow for blow from the tides of spring to winters snow As the acorn falls and the rains do flow And you will watch that oak tree grow from a sapling as you and I are grappling You won't understand what is happening. You will think that I am a creature of some crazy fantacy. Why do I go on, I couldn't tell you. Death just seems more fun if only I knew how to But this heart of mine just keeps beating And I just continue living and my hand keeps on gripping and I will be ****** if I just up and leave it. I am a molded wreking ball unhappy unless I am wrecking For when I am not, I am only a ball even the wrecking part of my name just falls And whats the point of being just a ball For when I was created I was called the wrecking ball My pourpose is in my duty My duty is in my pourpose and whats worse, the course I am on would be gone without this chain So how can I complain even when I am in pain Without this chain I would be plain I would be a ball detached from the crain. So go on, and I will hold on

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Apr 1, 2015

Apr 1, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC

elvis-okumu

Hand on a chain

I have my hand on a chain I am pulled along and the drain is insane I can't obstain or restrain the pain I feel as I am dragged alond the feild But I won't let it go, I won't let you steal the way I feel make a meal of me, and then say it wasn't a big deal My body is battered and broken, and I am always beholden I have more to do as my time is always bespoken The chain is harder and harder to hold on and way is harder and harder to forge on. I am tiered and honestly, sometimes I don't feel as if I can go on But I won't let go Because i refuse to let the world know That it has beaten me I won't let that dept grow nor will I ever slow. I will meet you blow for blow from the tides of spring to winters snow As the acorn falls and the rains do flow And you will watch that oak tree grow from a sapling as you and I are grappling You won't understand what is happening. You will think that I am a creature of some crazy fantacy. Why do I go on, I couldn't tell you. Death just seems more fun if only I knew how to But this heart of mine just keeps beating And I just continue living and my hand keeps on gripping and I will be ****** if I just up and leave it. I am a molded wreking ball unhappy unless I am wrecking For when I am not, I am only a ball even the wrecking part of my name just falls And whats the point of being just a ball For when I was created I was called the wrecking ball My pourpose is in my duty My duty is in my pourpose and whats worse, the course I am on would be gone without this chain So how can I complain even when I am in pain Without this chain I would be plain I would be a ball detached from the crain. So go on, and I will hold on

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You. Stupid shoulders and sideburns. Turns We take To Make Ways to harm Charm Your way into my mind Only to leave me behind Under folds of fabric. Brick Thick Stick Is your ooze to my brain Crain your neck Hold on, here is a check To even out what I lack Track Back Begin again.

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Mar 7, 2013

Mar 7, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC

ann-beaver

You are a Cycle

You. Stupid shoulders and sideburns. Turns We take To Make Ways to harm Charm Your way into my mind Only to leave me behind Under folds of fabric. Brick Thick Stick Is your ooze to my brain Crain your neck Hold on, here is a check To even out what I lack Track Back Begin again.

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