"kidnaped" poems - Hello Poetry

With our last kiss, I think you took my love. With our last embrace I think you stole my heart. With our last goodbye I think you kidnaped my mind. Because I can’t love another and my inside are like these bottles …. Empty, and I think I lost my mind. I miss the dimple on your left cheek because it was only visible when you smiled I miss your voice because it always led me home I miss the soft brown eyes that could see straight through me I miss those 4pm texts saying good morning cuz you knew where I was I miss those late night calls talking about absolutely nothing but just to hear each other I miss the looks you gave me when I say everything wrong I miss the touch of your lips against mine when I say everything right I miss when you would tuck your head under my chin and it just seemed like the perfect fit I miss waking up to you I miss you I look back down the road at all the arguments and problems we had, and I noticed one constant theme It was me I ruined a lot of things I made a lot of mistakes but taking you for granite was the biggest one I enjoyed the 465 days with you I want 1,000 more I realized what I want I realized what I had I realized what I lost Many people don’t believe in second chances But that doesn’t matter because all that matters is Do you?

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC

matamata12

The girl with the black hair

With our last kiss, I think you took my love. With our last embrace I think you stole my heart. With our last goodbye I think you kidnaped my mind. Because I can’t love another and my inside are like these bottles …. Empty, and I think I lost my mind. I miss the dimple on your left cheek because it was only visible when you smiled I miss your voice because it always led me home I miss the soft brown eyes that could see straight through me I miss those 4pm texts saying good morning cuz you knew where I was I miss those late night calls talking about absolutely nothing but just to hear each other I miss the looks you gave me when I say everything wrong I miss the touch of your lips against mine when I say everything right I miss when you would tuck your head under my chin and it just seemed like the perfect fit I miss waking up to you I miss you I look back down the road at all the arguments and problems we had, and I noticed one constant theme It was me I ruined a lot of things I made a lot of mistakes but taking you for granite was the biggest one I enjoyed the 465 days with you I want 1,000 more I realized what I want I realized what I had I realized what I lost Many people don’t believe in second chances But that doesn’t matter because all that matters is Do you?

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Torn by societal views of right and wrong The voices that once spoke to me are nothing but a long droning sound Schizophrenics on a city bus screaming about being kidnaped and ***** and abandoned Mad men on the street banging on a mirror Yelling **** You!" only to say it to themselves And self loathing isn't specific to the mentally ill Or maybe it is Perhaps we're all mental Scars of teenagers disguised with bracelets Bruises covered in foundation Violence and danger and pain Self inflicted Glass glided against gentle skin Blood oozing out Only to produce a temporary high on endorphins But still A man banging on a mirror "I hate you" he screams "I hate you!" Do we all hate ourselves And resort to different means of coping Risky *** 8 tabs of acid a 27 hour trip Terrified in spirals of rainbows and skeletons Angrily playing the piano Producing music that may as well be spun gold Mozart's Sonata No.12 in F Major Perfection Not out of willingness Out of angriness Self expression Expression from pain We stare at violent images in museums and accept them as art Maybe they're really a cry for help Maybe the piece is meant to say "Help me, I'm dying in my mind." But we are too ignorant and blind and we think its imagination And it's really reality Prozac Nation was not made for consumption Nor for profit Because I can assure you that millions of people are changed by that book And it's not like Twilight or Harry Potter It's more It's the honest truth What everyone thinks they are but aren't The poem you're reading right now May be the cry for help I speak of The issue however remains A close minded society that doesn't want to accept the fact that so many of us are suffering

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC

manicsurvival

Self Hatred

Torn by societal views of right and wrong The voices that once spoke to me are nothing but a long droning sound Schizophrenics on a city bus screaming about being kidnaped and ***** and abandoned Mad men on the street banging on a mirror Yelling **** You!" only to say it to themselves And self loathing isn't specific to the mentally ill Or maybe it is Perhaps we're all mental Scars of teenagers disguised with bracelets Bruises covered in foundation Violence and danger and pain Self inflicted Glass glided against gentle skin Blood oozing out Only to produce a temporary high on endorphins But still A man banging on a mirror "I hate you" he screams "I hate you!" Do we all hate ourselves And resort to different means of coping Risky *** 8 tabs of acid a 27 hour trip Terrified in spirals of rainbows and skeletons Angrily playing the piano Producing music that may as well be spun gold Mozart's Sonata No.12 in F Major Perfection Not out of willingness Out of angriness Self expression Expression from pain We stare at violent images in museums and accept them as art Maybe they're really a cry for help Maybe the piece is meant to say "Help me, I'm dying in my mind." But we are too ignorant and blind and we think its imagination And it's really reality Prozac Nation was not made for consumption Nor for profit Because I can assure you that millions of people are changed by that book And it's not like Twilight or Harry Potter It's more It's the honest truth What everyone thinks they are but aren't The poem you're reading right now May be the cry for help I speak of The issue however remains A close minded society that doesn't want to accept the fact that so many of us are suffering

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Kidnaped love due to ravenous lust Brings a thriving city to soot and dust Villagers armed ready with sword to ****** Defending till their doom due to mistrust Survivors now trapped in wanderlust Till one rises and gains all trust Follow! Follow! Follow you must Till Rome is found and armor rust

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Aug 9, 2018

Aug 9, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC

EvilShredder

Aeneas

Kidnaped love due to ravenous lust Brings a thriving city to soot and dust Villagers armed ready with sword to ****** Defending till their doom due to mistrust Survivors now trapped in wanderlust Till one rises and gains all trust Follow! Follow! Follow you must Till Rome is found and armor rust

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Everyday the sun rises,birds singing, Gunshots in the Ghettos and still people die. I give birth hoping someone is coming To advance my life,so my new borns will Indulge in my new blossomed life and The ones i took feel pain for leaving, while Delighted by the presence of God. Everyday blood falls on the palm of my Hands and still no one cares. Technology Kidnaped my new borns while making Their lives better and more improved Well celebrated people in a banal try and Still no change. Am on my knees because Am getting weaker eveyday by mankind, But i improve the lives of some, while it Seems i hate the less fortunate. Am tired Of mimic perfecting people, because reality is am getting close to my "slumber Of death". The end of the begining . My Fate revealed

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Apr 11, 2017

Apr 11, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC

mlondiquee

Who is responsible for me

Everyday the sun rises,birds singing, Gunshots in the Ghettos and still people die. I give birth hoping someone is coming To advance my life,so my new borns will Indulge in my new blossomed life and The ones i took feel pain for leaving, while Delighted by the presence of God. Everyday blood falls on the palm of my Hands and still no one cares. Technology Kidnaped my new borns while making Their lives better and more improved Well celebrated people in a banal try and Still no change. Am on my knees because Am getting weaker eveyday by mankind, But i improve the lives of some, while it Seems i hate the less fortunate. Am tired Of mimic perfecting people, because reality is am getting close to my "slumber Of death". The end of the begining . My Fate revealed

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