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Derick Van Dusen Aug 2012
Dance in dark
Delight in days
Revel in reality slipping slowly to the gray.
Inky black comfort dripping into haze.

Distraught in denile
Damaged in disdain
Rememberd reason trembeling in shadows to the grave.
Nervous the edge of sanity sinking slowly below the brave.

Cringe in quiet
Crumble in cacophony
Bask in benign indifference to the coming of the fray.
Shape the broken mold into which is squezed the clay.

Form in function
Friction in fruition
Extrapolate from nothing what is real of what is fake.
Drive doom through the heart wooden to the stake.

Damaged and distroyed, disturbed and distrought, this is the friction of the fraught.
Lunarian Apr 2012
There is nothing to fear, but fear itself

there is nothing to fear, but fear itself

yet, my heart beats loudly in my chest

yet the feeling is as if I'll take my very last breath



I have to remind myself that hope strengthens

hope to survive this world is my motivation

and hope that I will survive is my determination

but to be trapped awfully in this world is my damnation.



I also have to remember that fear kills

fear is the blindfolds you shouldn't wear on a battlefield

because fear can get you or a partner of yours killed

and I would hate to let my partner or myself to leave the world like this



A bullet to the head because I refused to listen

to the command of halt and take cover  that was given

to me before I ran out and blew my cover

I am an aimless child; life lessons is my mother



Although i sometimes get punked by my  fears

I remind myself that hope strengthens and fear kills

what doesn't **** me only makes me stronger

and because I conquer these fears I live much longer



Because when danger calls and people start to fear

fear leads to panic, and no one thinks logically against fear

and demons smile, they dance, and come near

and unthinkable bad things happen whenever these beings are near



So in order to distrought the demons and drive them insane

I'll take heed in danger, think carefully, and stay perfectly sane

to conquer most of my fears,

is the name of the game
Words seem to be all I'm good at, and I'ts the only thing that cripples me at the same time
Cat had my tongue, I didn't want it back
Scaredy cat, hardly frightened
My speech implies that of an enlightened
Thinker, I think, I thought
Words, on a stage, I'm distrought
Rigormotis set in, stone, to the bone
Keep those words to myself, I'd rather be alone
Mani Malien Nov 2015
living beyond twenty-seven
this monkey not gone to heaven
the years decidedly unkind
doubting the beauty of my mind

I tried looking in the mirror
but the picture wasn't clearer
something was supposed to happen
just the sound of one hand clapping

did I not have a ton of dreams?
I remember still in my teens
all I wanted for my birthday
blank spaces to fill with wordplay

it seems all I do is compile
collaging words copying style
devoid of original thought
my younger self very distrought

I keep hiding in faceless rhyme
can't envision a bigger crime
a popstar with a silver spoon
voice forever on auto-tune

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