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Suhani Maui Feb 2015
Ice
lust is just love that dies
we tend to want things that flood our eyes
our hurt is just a price we pay
looking at the moon and wishing for day
in an abyss of sweet nothings we fall deep
sacrificing oxygen and sleep
for a mere glimpse of what love could be

things aren't so tender when they end
just bitter unseasoned and bland
a heap of limbs at war with each other
lost souls looking to discover
searching for love and a source of heat
the vicious cycle of hatred and deceit
turmoil boils and wrath will grow
but the fire extinguished long ago

when the mind realizes it's been famished
not a soul in the world cared to scan it
of feelings or memories or wants
or opinions or strengths or thoughts

the enemy, loneliness, born
from lack of someone to adorn
a naive love disguised as scorn
from its battered scalp grow horns

an angel in disguise it became
call it cold.. frigid.. inane..

fallen angel beseech the stars above
for the slightest symbol of love
and to no avail, no answer
her kisses could create no dammer

she dared not bind to another
for the sake of being smothered
with false ardor and affection
her ice as her protection
to shield her ***** from the swelter
that asked of no one near to help her

the delusive words of many have tried
the only thing saving her was her spirit that died
this barrier tall, affirmative with action
hurt anyone near it with ample satisfaction
this story is about my love life. im really struggling to let people in. it's a reality ive decided to face because i have been long overdue for a reality check.
Classy J Jan 2018
I got oranges currently in storage, and for break time I ate some orange flavoured porridge. My kid drew something with so much pride and courage, that I couldn’t help but stick it to my orange fridge. Unhinging my soul and throwing out old luggage, for my doctor made me less depressed by sticking me with a serum with some orange syringe. Binge watching girls getting freaky with some oranges, but then my mom walked in on me and said what the **** is this. I was such a ****** up kid that I wanted to jump off some ledge, for I was on the ridge of reality till hope lead me across it’s orange bridge. Forridging forward toward that orange horizon, walking onward though ridged I keep at it for its my new mission. So now I’m the role model which leaves other jealous, but I ignore them like they were orange relish. Relishing every moment swinging through opposition with my sledgehammer, winning all the titles call me a grand slammer. Giving haters the van dammer, and I stress out a lot because I’m a study crammer. Frauds break apart as easy as crackers, ******* ***** sods without heart they should try to strive towards being dapper. Darkness embedded, righteousness unprotected, which leaves awareness effected. Conditional centripetal fictional ridicule, traditional loco mules sustaining unethical unwanted rules. Rhetorical oracles overall insignificant follicles, how horrible after-all but forget it all by taking adderall. Operant unawareness of unfairness all wanting the carrot, does this warrant us being so careless and not giving a **** to what is so apparent. Black skies where unhealthy thoughts lie, blanketed lies that we treat like calories. Unequal salaries weeding out adversaries. Poison imposing ill will, where are the chosen to help us deal with this ordeal? Dark necessities investing in acts of sin, painted black and spread out in red for that’s what happens when you deal in the devils den

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