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stephanie howard Jul 2013
Let's play a game
Truth or dare let's take a chance
I dare you to tell you care
I date you to tell me all your thoughts
I dare you to tell me your happiness and sadness
I dare you to showe me a side that no one gets to
see but me
I dare you to show me your gentle side
your crazy side I can handle any side of you
I dare you to say "that I'm the only one that makes you feel this way"....
I dare you to tell me all your secrets
and give me all your trust
I dare you to give me a chance ...
Now I dare you to tell me the truth ..
Ok
The truth is you never cared in the first place right!
Cause I think I lost the game cause I fell in love
with it
Like a ****** dream I'm living in
Feels like I'm going to be giving in
I want a second chance to begin this game we
playing
Truth I cared to much and I gave it all to the
wrong person
And it killed the person I once was
Truth you were and addiction and
I needed you to get my fix in
Now its time to give you up like a bad habit
I can't have it
The truth is you were just a lie and
cheat in this game
Mitchell Dec 2012
The dead end road
Where all is told
And you know I hate to say
That I told you so

Can you see me
Through that white picket fence?
I swear to God
I'm really not that dense

There's a place for you
And there's a place for me
But what you don't know
Is that
My tongue
Has already set me free

No, no quite alone
Each measure of tissue
I have
Is one of unwanted bone

So the sewn see themselves
Lucky

But I've got their key
And trust me
There's no reason for them
To get so fussy

Crown jewels atop
The wooden table masterpiece

I ask for nothing in return
For my eternal sufferings

Yet I see all that can be in front
Of me when the music roars
For the soaring tongue tied mad
Press their fingers to the pad

Fingers bleeding for the needing
To press is easily an antidote to
No longer repress as the next kin
All wrapped up in infinities Win
Makes sure the labeled Sin dances
With dull eyes drunk off the night sky

And as I sit the liquored up smoke
Fresh off the nicotine fix
Floats to heaven as the seven ladies
Of wonder and plunder
Wash their eyes as their own prize
Shifts
Making them lift things
They denied in shadowed wish

Two tell me something
I know nothing of

Would be a gift worth listening
Hearing
Seeing

Every syllable off the mouth & page

Sends the paige to the wine dark room
So oh' so soon they realize
That their prize is really
Just the same as mine

Cast me out far from the coral reef docks
My mind is tight and my heart is indefinitely locked
My hands rest smooth upon the hands of the clock
Each life grows to fight the inevitable stop

Can I hold true to myself here?
Where is the naked End?
There is a praise inside of
Far from reach of rhyme and form
Yet the feeling of the norm resonates so resolutely
And still something feels like wicked pollution

There is a spray of ****** blood upon the battlefield
Who really knows when in time who invented the wheel?
We have our customs and we have our ways
And really who in the end is who to say
That is wrong and that should be cast everlasting in Song?

Dante danced dutifully
He said what he wanted
Without fear of the Pen

I will cry when Dylan dies
Whether He
Hears me
Or not

Ashamed when the praise of the worldly class
listnes tosos the numbers press up front of the teruqlia stilled numbers
Of obsididan housese knpown for the since of Presnt himps and the arabian
To tell the noon of the high seas so I see what you need until it presses HER face to
Mine and I see it and YOU SEE IT
aWHERERE in turn
the babifailnight sky showe the horiozon

But press me
Know me
See past the fright of what I'm supposed to be
Beacuse I have no positive faith in the suystem at hands

SHOOOT ME
MAKE ME BLEED
SHOW MY WORTH
IN ****** FORM

Swimming atop stars shining in
Flesh-like delight
I see Marilyn ****
And all the praise for Her
That was so and justly due

I Have My Heart
I have my Breath
I'll push them
Till
I end them

When that will be
I just can't guess it

The sidewalk cramps me
As the stamp ever-lasts me

We are all so scared  

But when the light reaches
The nectar of our honeyed eyes
The sun hot on our foreheads with
Our thoughts only our beds

I see
Continuation

A pressing of the matter
To see what will be created by
Both our faults and

Our Triumphs

We are one another
Can't we see?

I wish I was you
And you wish you were not me
And he wishes
They were I
And She wishes I
Were all at once

I eat
I bleed

I breathe and
One day

I will die

But the prize
Is not
How much I've gained
Or how much pain
I've sustained

Tis' only the moments
I have had with

The sounds and symbols
I've writ down
Without duel plan
Never seeing no end
To a one and only friend

As I'm watching the wash
Of an everlasting lap
Against beaches that are stocked
With desperate and tanned leeches

And Her Sister Sand's
Observing the old man
With old and
Weathered hands

Tell me a secret
I promise to keep it

Color it burgundy
Praise it with holy
Vulgarity
And humorous sincerity

I enjoy the name I have
For it is none that I've heard
Name me what you want
For the sound washes away
With the twilight of the surf

All is the same
As if nothing
Has came
When you remember this moment
Grip tight
No atonement

A smile
A grin
A step upon
Worn
Steps that
Will and won't
Last

The haze of the room
Has started to fill
What I needed to believe
In what I thought I should do

imagery in front of me so
i can talk
to mine-self

i am but a small boy
simply ensnared and oh" so"
woefully entrapped

care free until the
feel of the reels
make all of my life real

and a crowd smiles
Or frowns as the town
in due fire or flowers
Makes Her souls rounds
Victoria Nov 2017
When I got ***** for the first time
The first thing I did was take a showe
And ever since then I take showers as hot as can
The second time I was *****
I got pregnant
But had no baby
The third time I got *****
Was so bad
The doctors say I may never conceive a child again
The fourth time I got *****
I finally told the police
Its been 3 years now and they still have done nothing
The fifth time I was *****
I wrote a poem of all the times I was *****
To see if maybe
It would let me go to sleep
Im 23
This has been going on for 8 years now
And I can't help but feel like it's me
Christopher Mata Jul 2014
When i was a young , a man asked what i wanted in my house



i said i wanted a TV so big when i watch a movie its like watching a tennis match

I wanted a couch so big it takes me a week to get to the other end.

i said i wanted a bed so enourmous i have to swim out of it in the morning

i wanted a shower that would adapt to my mood and never run out of hot water

i said i wanted surround sound so what i listen to , the whole neighborhood listens to

i wanted wifi that would follow me

and finally i said i wanted a fridge that was always full



after years of hard work , i got all that , but i feel like the biggest fool ever

because you see what i know now is what i shouldve known then



I didnt want a big screen TV i wanted my life to be like a movie

i didnt want an enourmous couch I just always wanted room for company

and this bed im no longer swimming out of it , im drowning in it becuase there is no reason to leave it

and i wish this showe would was away my sins but it just temperarily relieves my pain

i said i wanted surround sound but what i really wanted to hear was the pitter patter of tiny feet , yelling dad lets play hide n seek

and i wanted wifi to follow me but what i really wanted was just to feel connected

and finally this fridge that is always full, i just wanted a woman whose love would never let me feel empty.



because what i know now is what i wish i knew then

i was chasing a dream and losing reality

and now its just me

just me
Maddie Renee Jul 2015
It's teeth gouge through the gloss of my eyes,
I hang there from my skull,
Heavy footed soaked from its saliva
Spine dripping from my back,
I am silent.
It hunches over me,
The humidity from its pores summon the hairs on my body to arise,
Awakens domes erupting from my skin,
I am no longer human, but its apprentice.
It is strong.
Hovering,
Ready to showe me a different phase of my future death.
I pinch myself to rip skin away from a bad bond,
I am sweating and whimpering in fetal position on the sidewalk.
Death anxiety. It distracts me from everyday life.

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