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Lexander J Dec 2016
The best kept secret is the fact you've never known
I've suffocated the truth but like a disease it's grown,
you're the only thing that's kept me going, but my love's taken,
tied to something that's not true and I'm breaking

funny, caring, eyes that laugh and shine
heart aching because I know you'll never be mine,
an evening star, sweet sweet beauty in everything you do,
never truly knowing how happy I am when I see you

inside I'm rotting, subjugated by my own poisonous ego
caring for what's best for me, an alien not to this world but freedom,
wallowing in self-pity and alcoholic drinks, for
some reason I've found I actually care what you think -

what is love and why do we really need it?
The greatest drug of all, romantic junkies always looking for a bigger hit,
I'm sure you'll find someone and I wish you both good luck and good health -
but please please know I still wish I could've done something else.
RCraig David Apr 2013
Unrealistically going ballistic on premature political whistle blowing of missing ballistic missiles.
Rumors round the fickle frowns trickling down around town,
WMD's never found.
Media drowns out our original intent with swayed day-to-day comments about potential evidence or contents of secret documents or undisturbed "security clearancegate".
Still secret and still unclear year-to-date....
our eroded freedoms now appurtenances as consequence.
The missing  missiles long ago hidden or moved like agendas with chess-master finesse.
Citizens chide "You lied!! Confess!"
Behooving you proves nothing in bringing relief to your beliefs,
thieving your freedoms and Commander in Chief.
Lectures on conjecture don't secure a future.
It's almost "Au Revior" american cars and mortgages, hype puts the scarred afar Stars and Stripes Bail Bonds Czars in business.
Meanwhile billions are spent to rebuild the countries invaded without consent.
The Banks are saved but don't repent.
Far enough away to keep my iniquity a bay for today.
I clearly see what is before me, but respond not to my thoughts as I was taught.
Septed in guilt,
wept in filth
kept in tilt
loss is coming,
should have flossed.
The long term costs tossed aside.
Just another day I drive away from the driveway rarely driven to lie longer or lie down somber,
striving for stronger days lost,
feels wrong though.
I still go.
Pay the tolls.
Stop and go.
Fill the daily paying role outside my dreams and goals.
Play generic background music while my soul's on hold waiting for the next available operator.
Just another day, a way to stay alive and not lie down in hunger,
paying for my blunders,
staving off my heart's quiet thunder,
my dreams and wonders.
I still get up. I still go. Bills to pay. Traffic's slow. I mute the radio.

-R. Craig David-Copyright 2007
Written after went to war, killed Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden, put 911 conspirators on trial yet we never found WDM's and we are still there after 13 years. What the cuss?
empty seas Jan 2019
i was pacing back and forth
wondering how i could tell you
how amazing and awesome you are
oh, but i knew

i knew your mind is shut
you think your value lies with him
he’s your lifeboat with a leaky bottom
you’re drowning, not trying to swim

so please do what’s best
for your health and your heart
you’ve probably guessed what i’ll say
but i still think it’s a start

dump
his
***


you’re way to good for him
the shining star you are
please take care of yourself
and go say au revior

i want you to be okay
but he just makes you feel like ****
i know you’re in love with him
but please just go do it

dump his ***.
this isn’t the best poem I’ve written, but it really gets the point across, hopefully

for everyone who’s in a ****** relationship, get out of it. You may love them, but they’ll only hurt you, and you deserve way better than that
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
break me down, lift me up.
one more day and i'll be gone.
mental states are crazy.
all i want is you and me, baby.
kiss me goodnight.
i'll feel your hair and touch the ground you lay in.
you shot-
me down from the sky.
i'll love you forever,
i don't know why.
"manic depression has captured my soul."
i shot-
my life and ****** it to hell.
lets cuddle and laugh and stare at the stars.
the grass keeps me warm...
i'll love you again
between the bars of these gates.
I seen God today.
oh look! a shooting star,
please, oh please, let's make a wish.
Au Revior, my love.
I'll see you real soon.
The flames gonna consume you again
before the night is through.
Peter Jul 2020
,

     Kneel down and repent
     for you have sinned    
     In this town you fail to
     see those unseens;
     Trudge the steep cliff
     and hold the lethal knife.
     Stabbed thyself
     to free from one's life.

                  Filthy lucer won't be sealed,
                  neither from one's money.
                  Alack! No au revior shall be said,
                  for they inscribe rapacity.
                  Nestle in the arms of perils—
                  won't be freed from the angels.
                  Bestowed solace thru the guise
                  and besiege for some lies.

     Behold these men
     who **** just not to die—
     Bespeak Words to gratify
     death—to beatify.
     Deceive, for greed
     makes them alive.
     Perish, not to escape,
     neither hide—
     divulge truth; revive.
For the meantime, I will be changing my name to Sant Alessandro. I was known as the Primo Pollux a year ago and I became busy for such a long time. So, I am here to come back.
Chree Sep 2023
2 Liters Width
this
Bottle Neck had her Thirsty when I Pop Off.
"Hès Got
a Unique Meter!"
Thinking outside my Thoughts
Manipulate Face hands off my Clock;
Box
a Movie Theater Soft, Drinking my Equilibriums "DAnkh"
... Hook up The Bracelet of Anubis Call it my I Watch
Achilles Heels turning red and blue takin on a dog walk
no roads better to cross.
Sapphire bird " Call that a Cold ****¡!"
from a "Pacman" in Paris Pans Panning Labyrinths A Mazed? running on music like Tha Rock
whipping better then jimmy Neutrons
Stove topper ... Style makes Our Classic Modern
Eighties cheatah? ADIDA "GODDARD" "SkyWalker"
Call that Harry Potter at the Roboxer smoking bud from jimmy Wonkers
GobStoppers. give that a D +
*** in CVS / HoMâge/ Po-ca-hon-tas chair gifted like Op-rahs
-Hola-
no bras
voila-
ar tuoi
o-Yâ
aur-revior
no-mas ?
Veteran Indi-End Sit-in on ma stick shift of My Cö-Brâ.....
engine Knocking sicker then Jehovah with pneumonia.
Can we get every ticket so I can load the Super Bowl Comon!
Makin her Jaw Drop ready to turn Dragon Rude into a tan Dra Dolph-in
I'm a RAOBAWT
fly fishing Santa Cla©§
Idle Hands Examined n Exposé Gods
lips I'm here to naturally Lift
I'd Volunteer for Slavery if
the Hills were rich
like Jessica Albas Ex
posed
***
When I wrote this years ago I started something impossible.

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