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mark john junor Sep 2013
a lament locked on her lips
held in place by lipstick
its powerful sorrows leak down
her chin in a thin red rivulet
to fall to the pure white satin sheet
pooling there like a lake of fire
smouldering there like a woman's
scorned heart
the song of her eyes
has become warped and
distorted and distant
like the sound of a small child crying
in some obscure corner of your house
but you cannot place the sound
it moves with a religious dignity
that defys logic
it escapes your grasp for you were never intended to
to see her vulnerability

his closed fist mouth
is drawn taught
with all the things he withholds
with all the children of his long nights
spent pacing and thinking in the small cell
of his cinderblock mind
these children are but shadows of  thought
but he feeds them like starving dogs
rabid to be released into steaming hot sun
his mask of a ****** expression
haunts his brittle dream
he keeps coming to a mirror
to behold that he is unchanged
he is the man the boy wanted to be
he is what his mother always dreamed he'd be

her nurturing touch is cracked
its egg shell surface bleeds
its sounds are foreign
and i surrender to its relentless devotions
bend to the precise course they dictate
absolution
prostrate to the purchased dream
follower of the prepaid horror

a lament locked on her lips
held in place by lipstick
its powerful sorrows leak down
her chin in a thin red rivulet
to fall to the pure white satin sheet
pooling there like a lake of fire
smouldering there like a woman's
scorned heart
and within that punishment box
i bleed for the face i am not
i suffer the eggshell dream
for a tenderness that i did not harm
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Courtney Joy May 2014
Until we are together again
Running in fields of lavender
Spinning in circles
Waiting for the rain to come
As if I can sense
The seasons changing again
Round and round the spiral goes
Up and down the ebb and flow
To seek and find what no ones knows
A secret kept
Waiting to behold
Grab hold
And never let go
Of a beginning and an end
The eternal spiral
The cycle of life
Through and within
All


See?

Remember

The days of past
Before when was i
A person of prologue
The patterns within
Projecting themselves out
A mere escape of mind
The consciousness plays with me again
As if im living in a dream
Waking with the early sun
Walking through meadows of forever when
The face of dawn shines itself through
Me to you

If only I could see
The in-betweens of reality
Instead I feel the magic within
Oh, To be ultimately exposed and united
        To finally become
Again
As if a form of fantasy
Casts itself again
Recreating the past
As if it has all happened before

A collective state of mind
Coming by;

When will we move on and become
To come together and live as one
A faith that defys the ones of stories
To live and to hold what we are
As souls of connection
The neverending spiral
What goes around, comes around.
What you touch and feel,
Think and believe,
Dream and achieve
Is what you are meant to be.

Just follow the path your feet choose to take
The guide from within
The secret knowledge
Shining light for your skin to breathe
To expose body from eternity
waiting for you to seek and find;
Grasp eternity with a single look
Into the looking glass.
A reflection it appears
Sad and dissolved,
Radled and upheld
Hanging onto a false dream
One which earth does not conceive
A peace of mind
A freedom of state
A growth of man and earth
Where technology and control do not interfere
with what we fear, adhere, bring near
Where giving is more important than receiving.
Look within while looking without
A projection is always a shadow
Deceiving what light has to show.
all matter is perceived by how the light is cast upon it,
look with beauty,
seek the magic.

i am you and you are me.
Secret Nov 2013
You take my mother when I need her
You act like you need her more
And she acts as if it's true.
But don't you know, a daughter needs her mother

A daughter needs her mother
It's a simple act of nature
And the fact that people try to take her
Defys the rules of Mother Nature

But I guess it doesn't matter
I should be happy
I should be glad
But in fact I'm just sad

Because I barely see my own mother
And when I do your always with her
I realize you want to be with her
But can you realize I need her more

When it's just me and her
I'm always happy
But when you come around
I'm always angry

I wouldn't say I'm being selfish
I'm just saying I need her
And I need her more then you do
I hope one day you will both see it.
aviisevil Jan 2014
What defines existence
What defys death
Stories of the mortal
Onto last breath . .
History of the birth
Tales of the dead
We march on
Onto our last breath
Thou shall die
Truth as pure as thee
Wide ocean
Blue all i see
We write in blood
Washes away it still
Nothing remains
hollows don't fill
Pain lingers on
Till the day we lose
Not our fate
Faith cant choose
The flower of life
Blooms a day
Flood of regret
Do washes it away
Love entangle like ****
***** out the bright
Traps us blind
We fight till the night
Thou shall die
Ugly truth to be told
Infants don't know
Warmth become cold
Spring may come
Alongth carry the joy
But fall will undo
Rust , destroy
To Bathe in the sea of blood
We need courage by the ton
Only cowards bath
In the sea of ***
The Cycle is never ending
Only death shall bring the freedom
But we earn it by living
WE Earn our freedom
ZACK GRAM May 2020
THIS **** ABOUT TO BLOW
HISTORY BOOKS GONNA ALL BE BOUT ME
MOST FAMOUS PERSON IN HISTORY
YOU WITNESS GREATNESS
I WISH I KNEW HOW THAT FELT
RYTHM FLOWS THRU MY VEINS
NUMBERS AN LETTERS FLASH BEFORE ME
I WILL END ALL FORM OF GOVERNMENT
I WILL BE KING OF THE EARTH
ANYONE WHO DEFYS ME WILL BE NUCLEAR BOMBED
ANYONE WHO DEFYS ME WILL BE BURNED IN OVENS
LOCKED IN CONCENTRATION CAMPS BEGGING HEAVEN
I AM GOING TO GIVE SOCIETY RESSURECTION
CRUCIFICTION PREDEMPTION REDEMPTION BIRTH
GOD FATHER SON HOLY SPIRIT GHOST
I AM HERE I AM ALIVE THE MOST RELIGIOUS
YOU HAVE AWOKEN THE CHRIST IN ALL OF US
ITS NOT MY DOING OR CHOICE ITS OUR FLESH AN BONE
THE BREAD WINE BLOOD AN BODY
TIME TO CLEANSE THIS BODY LIKE THE GREAT FLOOD
LET THE RIVER RUN RED
DONT HESITATE ACKNOWLEDGE YOURE SANITY
THE SHADOW OF FEAR CASTS FALSE HOPE
A PIECE OF PAPER HAS KILLED TO MANY INNOCENT
GRENADES DYNAMITE C4 CLAYMORES MINES
MISSILES BOMBS NUKES
ALL HANDS WILLING GUN IN HAND KNIFE ON THE SIDE
DROPPING ALL THESE ******* FROM FAITH
FAITH IN A ORDER FROM BEFORE AN AFTER CHRIST
2020 WE REAP WREAK AN PREVAIL ALL HEIL
ARISE YOU ARE SAVED YOUR FATHER IS HERE
ONE ORDER AGAINST THESE TYRANTS AN FLASE PROPHETS
THESE FALSE GOVNERMENTS IMPRISONING OUR PEOPLE
WAR HAS ARRIVED AT YOUR DOORSTEP
WHO DO YOU TURN TO
WHO IS THERE FOR YOU
I AM
IM RIGHT HERE
STATING THESE FACTS
I LOVE YOU DONT STOP FIGHTING
GOD
Do i ever find myself
Living a life
That isnt real?
Being in a world
Thats only surreal?
Dreaming a day
That wont ever be
Longing for something
I cant ever see?
Hope seems so
Far from reach
Today becomes tomorrow
Yet i am not free.
Yesterday seems better
Gone and redeemed
Bringing me only
More sorrow than glee-
And this is true
Im not living realy
Im longing and waiting
For deaths release:
From the live
Im not living
To the live
That wont be
Do i ever find
Living becomes survival
Indeed?
Dont tell me
Be thankfull!
You live in paradise!!!
When i am not living
Inside i have strife-
For something else
A world and a "being"
Thats always surreal
Do i find myself living
Life thats unreal???

In honesty spoken
Im not indeed
For the moment
Thats "being"
Defys me- succeed,
Im wasted and broken
And hopeless unspoken
Living for noting
Im living
Indeed,
And Life becomes
Unreal
And LIFE INDEED...
Sometìmes living isnt easy.when you face that reality never includes your dreams...you might wonder what is the point in living??to be blessed with living life thats surreal leaves you in shock:thats called LIFE indeed.

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