poetrychick Feb 2014

A crashed plane
a forest of trees
was all brian had at first

A lake of water
a shelter
Is what brian found

A survival pack
on the plane
is what brian had last

By: Olivia
Kitty Parson Apr 2012

My heart pounds for your smile, Dogbreath
I like you more than a hooker likes meth
you may be family and I may call you bro
but it’s not incest when you’re a Juggalo.

I’ll never forget the day that we met
one kiss and I wanted to be your Juggalette
my passion for you burns like a thousand suns
it can’t be contained even if I were restrained by nuns.

My desire for you isn’t even satirical
if you think about it it’s kind of a miracle
drawn together like magnets – how do they work?
and the way you touch my butt drives me berserk.

You wrangle records like a big money rustla
I like Lady Gaga and ain’t much of a hustla
I was born this way, but my heart can grow bigga
if you’ll take my hand and say you’re my nigga.

Madzq Sep 2014

.....before you hurt someone else
With the sharpness of. Anger.
Wash your hands clean of
The past we were given
So that you may hold present day,
Not stained by the rust
Of a saddened heart.

My brother, you are my best friend.
You know my dark is the same as yours.
We carry the memories of
A tainted childhood.
My brother..... Let go.

Some things are better not said
We cannot change them now.
Nothing they could ever say
Could take IT away.

If it's validation, here this,
"My brother, we've survived!"
Look at you. So strong,
And this life made you this way...
Not broken, not ruined, unafraid.

This weight that you carry
Must be. So. Very. Heavy.

My brother,
Let go.

Abuse is not cool, but neither is bitterness. Forgive, forgive.... and free yourself.
Effigy Doll Sep 2015

Don't bury it
burn
the hatchet
and the money
and the     grass.
All frightening things
seem trivial
once the moment           starts to pass.

effigydollhouse.wordpress.com

I am willing to bury the hatchet
even if it's in my chest
but let's not walk forward under false pretense
you said for both of us it's best
but we are both falling apart
you with a smile on your face
and I, with an axe in my heart

Daniel Magner Jun 2013

The hatchet
that your mom gifted
me
is now gone to the wind
with your ashes.
It feels like saying
goodbye
all over again...

© Daniel Magner 2013
Sorry Ed...
poetrychick Feb 2014

You never know if you're
going to be stranded,
all that you now is that you're fine

You never know if you're
going to find food,
all that you know is that you're hungry

miss pie Oct 2014

same same
secret sorrow clown
a 1000 smiles open doors

darkened blue eyes
elbow room
packing his fiend
along side

muttering silence
something about freedom
hatchet horror show
something new

What now shall we do kill clowns?
Douglas Scheurn Oct 2014

At first,
Words were literal.
Hearts were broken,
I mean literal.

You were a brother,
Never meant to get mixed up.
Between a million lies,
We got mixed up.

They see you as a child,
Yet I see more.
I wanted to see the rage
You had stored.

Like a tornado,
Things got out of control.
Like a crescendo,
The damage took it's toll.

See,

I want to show you worlds,
Universes,
Where imagination is real.
Hours are but golden candles,
On a cherrywood wheel.

But we lost our faces,
And fingers were pointed.
Caught in mazes,
We were the unholy anointed.

My apology.
I write it in blood.
My reasoning?
Was a broken love.

A bond,
Shattered by blind hate
Until even holy water became taint.

What happened between us and Her,
That's old.
A hatchet lost forever,
Shattered in the cold.

We were labeled,
Yet I don't see you as a child.
With skills like yours,
It was fun to be wild.

You called out names,
Of course we obliged.
Naturally with these games,
We piled the fire high.

But,

Perspective was lost.
Or was it?
I don't care.
Bury the hatchet, Arcassin.
Lets clear the air.

Let's end this...

You tell me another story.
But I gathered some facts.
Lame excuses' it's a lowry,
I'm so fed up of your acts.
Getting the tinnitus because I'm lovelorn,
So tired of locking yours with my horn,
Are you dead tired of fighting too?

Did you not know this already too?
Gaining what out of the fight you are,
Only we can be the best possible friends.
Come descend back home,
A helpless heart awaits you,
Another ceasefire beckons,
Come let's bury the hatchet.

HP Poem #1159
©Atul Kaushal
Picture this Jun 2015

Defiant is your heartfelt rhyme
it can be heard towing the line
crooked memories beat a drum
open the door, let truth come

For this tale is bold and cold
let others learn from this story told
years of grudges held in minds
decaying love in modern times

No sorry was ever read or said
regret or sorrow of the dead
in life they lived in persecution
never wanting resolution

Until one day the visits stopped
no more humble pie in pot
silence was the biggest noise
cutting ties and leaving toys

Firmly closing doors for good
on all the bad rotting wood
fleeing intimidating jibes
instead was drawn to happy times

Years passed by and families grew
as they moved to pastures new
never turning back the clock
or hatching any vengeful plot

A thorn was poking into wounds
was never cleaned, certainly doomed
death ended much of bitterness
forgotten words in wilderness

Never let a bloody bitter feud
fester for years, like cud chewed
always burry hatchets deep
and save our souls for peaceful sleep

We'll pretend
We never argued
Like I never cried
Like it didn't hurt
And we didn't fall from our pedestal
We'll bury it
For another month
Until the storm once again stirs
Awakening the truth
If we don't fix it
We never will
And this
Us
We
Will never
Truly be okay.

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