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Kobbe Dec 2013
Hold you're head up
Even when you're fed up.

Frustrations making a mess
Of what we call rest

Stress wishing away you're senses
Pretend we're stronger but you'll
Still falter away

As the day passes, the world around us dissapates. We create and destroy.

The yin n yang at the tip of each fang.
We devour the sour taste of suddle mistakes.

Drown ourselves in lakes just to take us away with its current.
Burn it and watch the surface act with purpose.

Lurking through the deepest corners of our minds we tend to find kind as a reflective act towards those who shine. With hopes and ambitions to brighten our own light.
Its like we're terrified of what we might omit of ourselves so we just intend to dwell in darkness that leaders feed us, meant to send us into our own misguidance.

Fight till the sun sets and we might find these colors tend to make sense when we vibrate ourselves into existence.

M.E.A
john p green Oct 2015
As I look to the sky my fellow
Simply seeing orange and yellow
Yet blue and white and dreams from a height
Those faces you canter and the ever changing dancers
Are you also there now?
Wishing, wishing, wishing
For that perfect cloud
Which a sunrise or set
Shall make you realize
Don't hesitate before one dissapates
For what then shall you do?
If no other comes for you
See my friend it's all fleeting
So shall one grasp in thy mind?
Or simply forgo till another time?
David Watt Jul 2014
Clawing something out of nothing,
To try and fill the cracks.
To hide hide what is missing,
And what I fear will never be intact.

Gambling away shards of Heart,
To try and and claim back parts of humanity.
Every loss pulls me further and further apart,
And deepens the pool of insanity.

Catching up but never in step,
locked out but never alone.
Every ounce of biterness kept,
The keeper of Loniless and Agonies throne.

Then like a thread to retie the pieces,
Her kiss dissapates all distemper.
Ridding my heart of all scarred and tore up creases,
and brings life to life with golden Ember.
Torin Apr 2016
I want to be a light
That it dissapates
The darkness in my soul
I want nothing more

A sun will rise
A newborns eyes
Seeing the world
In only black and white

I want to be a light
But a light can be too bright
And you go blind
Believing its darkness

A sun will set
We looked to the west
Seeing the world
As only fading colors

I want to be a light
To show rainbows on your soul
You never saw before
And couldn't conceive

The stars at night
They tell every story
That's ever been
That will ever be

I want to be a light
A shimmer in your eyes
A glimmer of hope
A star you can wish on

A star will shine
The brightest in a constellation
A polestar
That you can follow home

I want to be a light
That it dissipates
The darkness in your soul
I want nothing more
Nameless Oct 2014
I feel for you;
making my heart skip a beat.
You are creative and it shows;
like when you draw on your hands,
the ones I wish I could hold.
But every time I try to show,
(the way I feel)
my courage dissapates;
And I'm left there just staring...

Lost in the flood of my thoughts.
Michael John May 2018
lily bitten
her heart smitten
she says boredom
and alienation..

she likes to sink
her teeth in
her aggression
civilisation veneer

thin..disappear her
gentle loving and wild
and grin her fang
witch caved and eyed

red..jungle side dissapates
gentleness and kind waits
some crmson coagulated
sun and moon tied..

she says sorry
a recalcitrant child
pretty and mild
a gentle sigh..
ScaR SavagE Apr 2022
She's like Hypnotic Poison,
A bittersweet juicy fruit,
But fallen far from the rotten tree,
Her kiss like belladonna,
The beautiful flower also known as Deadly nightshade,
It all depends on how you approach her,
A sour patch kid,
she can be sweet but then she's sour,
She throws hands like an older brother,
But she can be loving like a mother,
Her love is like a gamble,
It all depends on the deck you handle,
To those fortunate enough to know her...  She's a bubbly comforting ray of sunshine on the gloomiest of days,
Although she's stained with pain,
It's beautiful to see,
It makes you feel like your not stained by life and misery,
Sometimes you'll miss her sorrow,
It lets you know SHES REAL,
She wears the stain of life so well,
As if parading the latest trend,
She makes a mockery of all her pain,
like she never felt the sting of it,
He says she smells like a smoke machine,
I guess the compliment is fitting,
She clouds the mind then dissapates,
As easily as she came,
She's open yet her walls are high,
Puts the wall of china to shame,
She only brings her walls down,
If you stop trying to climb them,
She's sickly sweet like ******,
Addicting, she feels good but you know you can't control her,
She swallows your soul whole,
she draws out your darkest secrets,
Romanticizing all of it,
She smells like a Halloween smoke machine,
Smoke and mirrors,
A tantalizing scene,
She drinks like she's about to swallow an entire ocean,
Inhales cigarettes and *** like it gives her air to breath,
She covers up the smell of disdain,
But she's still a smoke machine,
And everyone calls her Savage but her name is PRIMA JEAN
Inspired by a boy who said I smell like a smoke machine
Michael John Aug 8
i
i

mum!i´m back!
how did it go?
i have to write down
my dreams and make a
new friend
any sign of happy?
no-he did a houdini..
..your dinners in the
micro-and i laid out your
cowboy suit..sausage and chips..
crispy sausage?
a girl friend?
he did nt specify..
you re 53 now
you should be settled down..
i don´t dream..

ii

meanwhile,in the park
a call to the pack
aeons of domestication

bowed to human
dissapates the rising moon
come the dark..

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