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Nebek Wormer Dec 2015
the reak of carnage follows wherever i roam no matter which turn the stench never leaves
the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

the reak of carnage
follows wherever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves

The reak of carnage
follows where ever i roam
no matter which turn
the stench never leaves
Probably just being a nuisance now...
Whatever.
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J May 2016
Too pretty to be sad
Men try to mend my wounds by spewing lines like  "But you're too pretty to be sad"
as if I asked for this.
They try and try again,
saving is in their culture.
Chivalry is etched in them like a childhood scar
Their forests are filled
with knights on white horses
as they've been taught.
Mine are not.
My woods reak of matted down blankets from days without movement.
They feel like exhaustion.
Sometimes you can even hear the sound of their roots being pulled
right out of the ground
that shrieking sound will leave you
Awake for days.
"too pretty to be sad" will not place these rotten roots in graves.
My trees have aged much faster than theirs, 21 years old, bending too easily with the wind.
as it howls, they cower,
I wonder when they will break
and who will be there to hear them.
Because sometimes I feel that people only like to look at my flowers,
and not bear what they have to offer, what they would say. Those sounds would scare them away. Sometimes I feel that people only like to look at my leaves.
They're too pretty to die, anyway.
#sad #flowers #nature #spring #trees #personal #mine #jmk
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Apple juice Feb 2020
Daddies girl
Surprise surprise
Daddy didn’t show
Daddy doesn’t care
Daddy doesn’t know
Daddy does care
Daddy knows best
Then why does daddy make empty promises?
Daddy says this
Daddy says that
Daddy buys us gifts
To make up for what he missed
Daddy met a girl
She was daddies world
Next thing you know she replaces daddies little girl
What used to be daddies girl grew up in an empty world
No longer daddies only girl
Daddy left her all alone
No daddy to buy us gifts
No daddy to see his kids
Momma took the blame when daddies girl misbehaved
Daddy had no part in his little girls birthdays
What once was daddies girl
Became a lonely world just a reminder of what used to be daddies girl
Surprise surprise
Daddy isn’t here
Let it be up to daddies to up and disappear
Daddy says funny things
Funny things about wedding rings
Daddy has a lot of flings whatever that means
Momma and daddy don’t get along
Daddy’s mean to momma when momma does something wrong
Mommas mean to daddy when bills aren’t met
Daddy buys gifts for other girls that’s why we’re in debt
Daddy’s mean to momma
Daddy makes momma cry
Daddy’s mean to momma until sunrise
Daddy slams the door
What was that for?
Daddy went to the store
Why is momma torn?
Momma says daddy has another little girl one to buy toys for one with daddy’s curls
What was wrong with this daddies girl?
Why did daddy decide to give up his whole world
Momma said things will get better
But this little girl turned sour and bitter
Surprise surprise
Daddy didn’t show
Daddy said he’ll be watching from the front row
Daddy’s little girl practiced every day till dawn
Just so she could show daddy her moves were spot on
The curtains about to rise
I don’t see daddy what a surprise
The shows about to start
Daddy’s gonna miss my part
Daddy said he’ll be there
Daddy doesn’t lie
Daddy will be here in no time
About to go on stage now
There she goes with her little crown
“Why is that pretty girl wearing a frown?”
Daddies a no show
So this little girl turned stone cold
There’s momma in her pretty gown
Too bad daddy isn’t here to see
How pretty mommy can be
What can you do
Daddy doesn’t stay true
Surprise surprise
Daddy isn’t home
Mommas sitting here waiting by the phone
I’m getting sleepy
But mommas still sitting here weeping
Uh oh what to do
Daddy came home with the reak of b.ooze
What can you do
What did I do wrong? There’s no telling
Daddy won’t stop yelling
Daddy’s getting meaner
Where’s mommy when I need her
Daddy won’t get off of me
Daddy, why are you on top of me?
Surprise surprise
Daddies little prize
Grew up in a web of lies
Poor daddies girl in a lonely world
No daddy to love
No daddy to hug
Just a mean daddy
Who takes off her p.a.n.tees
Surprise surprise
This daddy is no daddy of mine
Let this be true
That all daddies can fool you
During dark times while in residential i discovered the coping skill of poetry and this..this is my favorite out of every piece I bring to life this one takes me and exposes the most vulnerable parts of my Inner being and now I share with you something that holds so much truth.
#emotion #meaning #personal #mental #health #favoritisms #emotionalabuse #mentalabuse #insanity #trauma
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Jasmine Blick Mar 2012
Captin Trips
Captain trips
Captin trips will come one day
And take all these idiots far away
Floating through the air stealthy and silent
Taking down all who deny it
One breath you take and **** in the sickness
Ahh its only the flu you think then it thickens
You choke one day on nothing but his deadly grasp
Good bye we wave as we laugh at your deadly gasp

The reak of burning flesh
Everyone with guns pointed to their heads
Held in containment
With no one to talk
Without a single weeze or cough
Even the patrolers die
Leaving you locked up
Break down the doors and run away
Follow the dreams that lead you straight away
Deaf and dumb, gay or straight run to the town with open gates
Boulder the town of newly none
But no harm is soon to come

The rest they greet you with open arms and hands
Clean up the town of all dead and gone
Turn on the lights its time to brawl
With the town of evil
Vegas they call
Send some others till the moon full falls bright
The dark man notices them none so shall none die
Till the M-O-O-N tells him again
But in the midst of all the death and the lies
Trash ruins his plans
And with one bomb Vegas flies sky high

In the end the good had won the world

And in the end it did so end with a bang not a whimper
This is based off of Stephen King's the Stand
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Mosh Microbiomes Jul 2018
It’s getting too much
No role models in sight
Choices I make aren’t remotely right
Keep on trying to correctly express
Keep on delaying things to process

Anxiety hi. ANXIETY HELLO
Anxiety met me but I’m still mellow
Anger here and there, everywhere
The A’s met the B-reak down, not rare

Focus on yourself, work on your future
I don’t understand it.
You’re single, now be independent
I don’t understand it.

My independence, my future
My surroundings, my nurture
Depend on me
But I simply fail to see
#life #love #laugh #nature #nurture #future #emotion #depression #anxiety #sad
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Gary Nov 2014
Dressing up pretty little words
Poets- you all think your good,
So unique- I call *******.
Trying to say your ideas are original,
When in reality they are just a bunch of regurgitated words from another visionary before.
That's right, your spewing of words once were, makes your breath  reak.
You taste someone else's thought,
Think if you chew it up and spit it back on a plate you can call it lunch.
When in reality, your serving warmed over left overs.
Unique? I think not.
Poets? Really are non existing
Dreamers, trying to pretend their situations are unique, maybe.
Or martyrs who think their lives should be the next big movie?
Now that's  more like it.
Tell me tour boring story, of your boring town. Wait!
Let me light a smoke and open a bottle first.
(I'm  gonna need it.)
There is nothing unique of love.
There is nothing  unique  of hate.
Oh, you had a rough life?
Well whoopty  doo!
Here, I present  the golden tear award for you.
Unique, *******!
Poetry- a cheap mask for the jokers ball.
A bunch of hand downs,
Washed and pressed.
So we can call them new threads
And try to impress one another.
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Julie Butler Mar 2016
spineless
I've quit calling it falling
all of the
gulping that I fend

Now that I've bent all my limbs backwards
I'm having to break them all back in

buried in what I play the fool for
always the liar and then friends

dreading that I should fall asleep
knowing that this must somehow
end

always i'm
packing up my reason,
freely & giving up my time
I'm tired of
dragging this body behind me
fearing the
damage it's done on my spine
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ln May 2016
yöu
your hair was gold, shades of sand and spring
you loved the way the sun bounced right off it & made it shine
but the only sun i have ever known is the kind of sun that needed to burn so bright my organs set themselves on fire and it burns, it burns but my mind does not know how to stop, it is a pleasure to feel something

your eyes were blue, the shade of blue of a bright blue sky and an ocean
you never realized how dark they turned when you were deep in thought
but the more i looked, the more they turned into a storm, and my body screamed drown me, please drown me i promise i will forget how to swim

your name was Bran, spelt with a capital B, capitalized, bold, underlined for Break my heart
please break my heart, i need to know it is still in me,
please shatter me over and over again i need to know what it is like to not feel numb, please break me, please just break me,
Altered details, mostly imaginative.
#love #life
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Olga Valerevna Dec 2015
Ashes on the rise
Let's break apart the cymbals and the clashing of the time
remember what is holy and makes all of you divine
There's more than just a blessing in the melodies we seek
the grace we dare bestow will find its strength upon our knees
Whatever we remember and whatever we let go
will make itself a pillar in the places we will know
I'm not the only seeker and I've learned along the way
the people we connect with are the ones who choose to stay
And even as we grow in all directions that exist
the truth remains the same for those who bow their heads to it
I live, I serve, I love with every cell I see and feel
your presence in my life remains the only thing that's real
be.
#be #always #present #bless
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k Jun 2016
Home
Young girl, wrinkled heart immaturely aged. Your wine is too sweet and your self confidence weak. You reak of naivety and romanticized happy endings. But the only thing ending is you. Did the world let you down once again, or was it just your blind hope that got the better of you? Did the false promises and the forgotten love-struck glances fool you? Is that why you're so mean and your eyes gleam with watered down love for a boy who was merely just a ploy in your moments so wrapped up in joy, that you didn't see it? You didn't see the lies for what they were. I don't blame you, sweet child, for they were so perfectly polished with 'good intentions' and contradicting sentences. You looked at him and you felt nothing less than the universe in your chest, but let me tell you, even his best will always be mediocre for you. Did the forgotten roses, wilted and pale on your windowsill make you believe that dead things can still prosper? I am sorry but it's time to realize that even though broken things are beautiful to look at, they will never grow and the cracks they show only allow more room for pain to seep in. I am telling you now, strong girl - leave it. New flowers bloom for you just outside the window and they are so sweet and they want to give just as much love as you do, if not even more. Leave him. He is not the soul you're meant to hold for all of time and he definitely doesn't deserve a second more of yours. Do the cigarettes and the open ended texts burn your tongue girl? Well good, that's what they're made for. If it hurts, it was intentional. If your hands shake whenever you wake because you had another dream where his love washed you clean, then push those dreams aside my love. They are nightmares now and the memories are sweet but your sheets lack the heat that his arms once promised. He promised but he didn't understand that you are the type to swallow words and hold his actions up to the light when they don't reciprocate what he claimed you two could make. You can make the world bold without his hand to hold and you can make it on your own, for your heart is your home. And no one else's.
#love #sadness #happiness
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Austin Martin Feb 2016
High or Low
.        nely                                    surmountable        ­     reak                    
A lo           moment has the in                power to b             your day.
       vely                                     credible                     righten                  


-AM
#perspective
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KeeLe Grace Jun 2014
44th ave
My poetry is nothing but half-sense
Incaffeinated run off sentences
The result of a rushing mind,
Drained from windful mornings in the surf,
The tide beating against my board and my body,
By the time you walk out the ocean
You're exhausted,
And your brain is too fried to think about work the next morning,
Or the guy who keeps leading you on,
Or going out to a party later that night,
It's all just pits and potholes,
Annoying little bumps in the road
As I drive home in my 4runner that's as old as me,
I rather stick with the board on the top of my tanning lotion combined with worn down leather car,
I rather feel the rythmous beat of the waves against my skin
Than a bunch of sweaty bodies who reak of alcohol,
So I'll stick with my run off sentences, my incaffeinated mind, and my board under me.
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Daan May 2015
Sudden soulmates
Our souls left our mouth, blending
like winter breath. Chemicals sending
signals obvious as colour of your skin
and eyes. The eyes my eyes are taking in.
In the smell of every word we speak,
the softly prominent smell you reak
of. Of every person, all or everyone around
it would turn out to be you. I wound
up with these flaws all tied together.

May we influence one another to be better.
I touched her hair and felt her blushing
Through her veins, 't was ****** rushing.
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brandon nagley May 2015
listen
When the puff adder bites will you cut off its tail? Will you be like all the rest nothing good left, surely you werent born to fail, capsules of medicine as the medicine man draws in, he helps your lovers, desires of others, hes the cure to all your kin, Babylonian carpets of rainbow colors reak, you naked you dumbfounded your bright dress surely wreaks, Tellers, bookmen, warfarers of false gods, you lie around plant your feet to the ground flying in alien pods...Quazors of disaster, beautiful moanings the morning after, have you taken your pill? You ready to be meadly your words silent to ****, I youthfully walk lonesomely to earth creatures, all murderers all have animal like features, morphine drips are rivers red, cinnamon musks to elephant tusks the ancients arent yet fed....(listen) by meself
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rey Oct 2018
L u s t part two
standing in a crowded room
while dancing in slow motion.
you run your hands down my dress,
adrenaline rushing faster
and words whispered in our ears.
forget the disasters wandering near.
you reak of cologne, but it’s all too familiar.
you grab my waist and pull me closer
reminding me of last year.
we were torn apart
but now we’re together.
I won’t let you loose
because i don’t want to lose you again.
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LeRoy Williams Jun 2019
Frick Park Faucet Water
Faygo and ******* **** and a little braded naughty nancy who ain't really named nancy Tom Clansy sheets nasty. ***** nasty. Sheets nasty thats frequent from the New York jogger flopping floppy frogger. She stunk like hose water pan handling cleanly. Oh and touch my weeny weeny from the scene where Scheen bees. Hurt my hind haunches like the stank from the seat where old Ponch sits. Cooties grissle cookies wish, I wished yes betch I ****** up I bet-cha you're a ******* **** that facades as a proof fan because my homie used to use my Moving Van, but ****** I don't know your crow's feet until. Well.Well. Well know until this thesis because I wanted to write how more I **** **** with Rechard Simmons on the Weeknd's Porsche hood with permission because we isn't weight bizz-nitch. I'm itching Oren Ishy Iishi can you open up the crusty crumble, Wait I waxed my *******. ******* waste on bleach. I ******* bleached her *** buster with more catching up then mustard sauce. **** your Oddity I'll grab enough ***** from Fun-yun bags that reak fathered pharamones. Oh. I moaned Oh. Oh. Oh. I moaned.
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BD Rohrer Jan 2018
Lust for Life
lust for life
though it may be dull
somewhat amazed at how full
high off the fumes
that pollute my head
never  show it coming
until i was dead
remarkable
i reak of disease
plague is invisible
a conscious effort
to see through the black veil
a will is alive
how long will i survive
with a lust for life
#lust #for #life
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Toxic yeti Mar 2019
Demoness
Right between the borders
Of Turkestan
And Tibet
There in the remote regions
There lives a demon
Female
With one eye in one socket
And a flower in the other
Scarred
Waunds all over her
Beautiful face
And body
It’s said that this
Demon
Comes when people are
Oppressed
And suffering
To reak havoc on
The tormentors
Through disease.
#demons #spirits #supernatural #justice #poetry #poems #poem
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Mario William Vitale Nov 2017
He Speaks Through Me
as a seed was dropped into the atmosphere it took root as I grew
although those many years have passed still I have every reason to grasp
the mere notion of a whisper and that of a smile
to know all the great while the Willows tree waves through the breeze
he speaks through me when time is rough and its hard to commerce
in little things that the mere sadness brings in view of a thrill
as in Autumn the ****** of the leaves turning the human hearts are forever burning
onto yearning amidst life's tragedy & pain
the melodic fixture on the wall seems to me ten feet tall
wild union of the Albatross as it nestles in the warmth of the sky
very often in my dream he is there as a figure to embrace
the lonely heart of faith with its twists and turns
one soul soars while the other is soon to be burned

braided green ivy dashes out on the spectrum of the patio
teaching me pleasant things in the way I should go
can't even cope to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
with rain that implodes on my head to insight
forgetting the night and the day is far spent
there is great beauty in his eyes one hand to hold a heart will mend
slowly we grow to depend on pleasant laughter prepared for the great here after
one in twain yet marked on its blotted page clearly intact
silence is golden when we need a shoulder to cry
a passerby wanders alone in the night
snap shot memories of our past having so much fun with a hope that it would last

as he sits enthroned in light of illumination of the heavenlies
suddenly I grasp for breath onto the mere notion of love
love is the pure essence of my meager existence learn to shun its resistance
out of every circumstance let's learn to take part in the dance
wholesome brevity of the way things used to be amidst a blatant lonely society
it's still inside of me the madness of my thickened conquest
all of life seems  to be a test
as if blackened holes filled with dots
everything is captured in a thought
many people just tend to think a lot
yet life is a wave filtered in a dream where people tend to scream
perhaps we are plants ready to blossom in the sun
others live in some paradox filled with fun

He speaks to e when in the night being so very cold
then you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold
blessings flow through his small but still voice all of life is but a choice
many equate logic for that in fear but he still brought me here
some if not many reak the very stench of death left as road ****
yet he is there in the midst in order to avoid a Satanic twist
what is my last heart felt final wish ?
Jesus
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Anonymous Jun 2019
Trapped
Trapped inside of me waiting to come out. Getting a chance to reak havoc, the taste of blood a shark is wanting more of. The worst feeling possible of holding it in, gets worse. As my feelings grow at any second I could blow. Blow away my brains, blow up and release everything. Instead I blow a deep breathe, grasp reality and try to stay in control. What’s trapped must remain, it must not come out. “It must remain, it must.” Over and over again in my head. “Don’t let it out” was said one last time. It’s out of its cage. They’re...out of its cage. The demons take over and before you know it it’s too late. I
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