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Noandy Oct 2014
Here I stand on the intersection
Blocking every apparition
That appears before the collision
Of my unearthed passion

The debris it scattered
And the fragments it recollected
Did no good for our Russian Roulette
And my black dress that sweeped

Aiming blade to each direction
And shadow-chasing apparitions
Here I stand, on the intersection
With the devil’s spawn in front

The sinner angel on my left
The lost brothers of long-ago arts
And the mourning ladies behind in red
If I let my blade slip in front

Inferno is the runaway paradise prepared
Yet if I let my blade to my sides
Heaven hold no place for my stained black dress
And the mourning ladies in red

Have no colors that resembles mine
But that is just an extermination
That won’t even matter
For tragic is just a trapped magic
Rex Forté Dec 2014
We plyed our oars as we sweeped across the surf,
our ships skimming the water with ease,
we seized towns, plundered fishing ports, sacked cities,
we worshipped the great Odin, in his hall in Asgard,
All for what?
We did this, so we might go to Valhalla, the last revelry.
I'm  npt Norwegian, but I'm interested in their mythology and history.
derailed-trains Feb 2016
days are swinging past
and I wish I could finally
say to you the words
hiding under my pillows,
behind doors, and
scattered on the floors
I am walking on
I wish I could say to you
that my knees aren't
the only parts of
my body that
are hurting
that sometimes when
I sit in class I sometimes
stop and stare
and my throat starts to
constrict while my
tear ducts plan
their mutiny
I wish I could tell you
that I still remember
the sound of breaking
glass and I still
imagine the moment
of the glass kissing
the ground and, yes,
I still remember
how the shards
sparkled as I sweeped
the floors
I wish I could find a
better way of saying
these words to you
just like how perfectly
arranged the bones in
my body are
I wish I could say to
you that I fantasize
about telling you these
words that are
years overdue
and, no, I am not
okay, and, no,
you're wrong when
you said that I don't
care because I do
I just don't know
how to show it
and I also know
that maybe I'm
not making sense
because the real words
have morphed
themselves into
metaphors for having
been suppressed
for so long
and maybe I'm not
making any sense at all
but
the
bottomline
of this mess
is that I want
to say that I'm
sorry I wasn't
stronger for
you and me
Tia Henricks Jun 2015
The breeze sweeped my face
The buzzing of.childrens muddled language
The roses smiles could even make the slightest of noise
The holding of eschothers hands vibrated the rustling of life
Conversion of the normal
The disconnection of the seasons sweepings
The grounds blanketing leaves
The ducks spoke in a friendly tone
We must need nothing else
The grandparents of old school disinclined and teachings echoed just enough for me too hear
We just need to listen
And we will learn all we need in the world
A poor room homed me in the childhood
With cold stone walls and a leaky stove;
Some days were spent under cover
With a hoody, a hat and pair of glove.


Nathless, there was no poverty of food;
My mother managed well the stew
With rice, potatoes and some carrots,
Her care cook'd a lot out of few.


Beside, the careless neighbours stood
With a lil bowl of sugar and eggs,
Trading on a sip of juice for gossips,
Paying the fee of the one who begs.


Way-outie, we were never even gloomy;
Despite the days of water and light off,
Mother managed the waves of hardship
Like the sailor's star never falling off.


Is a grace of God, the unfortunate broom
In which I scarce tasted thick happiness?
Sugar tastes sour after golden honey;
For rich, my treasure was unhappiness.


I enjoyed the oxford blue sky of the moon
While mom sweeped the streets for stubs,
I jumped up moon-high finding pennies
Far away the parties' hubhubs.


What a pity I feel now, for all the poor
Who had money, goods and no misery;
They know nothing what is life like,
But for true rich, life itself is glittery.
04.03.2018
Jay Altezza Feb 2015
Juice freshly squeezed
From poisoned apples I sip
Happiness as I knew it
Has seized to exist
Without you I can't sleep
I've tried and tried
But all night
Your smile keeps me counting sheep
Days pass but it only gets tougher
To live is to suffer
To love is suicide
Inside my mind memories I hide
I reminisce your presence
My now's no longer a present
My face craves your touch
Since you
That good
It's never felt as such
My cheeks miss your lips
Withdrawn from your magic
My mind flips
A love story gone tragic
Before it even started
My heart ripped
Into pieces
When we parted
Away those pieces are sweeped
In the trash they are heaped
Jesus!
These thoughts make me weep
On a ***** so steep
I'm hanging off the tip
Trying to get a grip
Acquainted with grief
Searching for peace
Watching water drip
Off the surface of a leaf
Observing people breathe
And trees swayed by the breeze
Playing the same old songs on repeat
I'm looking for some kind of relief
Apart from diving in for a swim
In a pool of liquor that's cheap
Aware you hear me not when I speak
And this poem you might never read
But know I know no bliss
Though I see the lamp in the tunnel lit
The one placed at the end of it
My dear, you are greatly missed
From within my soul deep
Maybe we need space to truly connect
sarah crawford Aug 2016
i got caught up in a riptide today
the ocean is normally my friend
but today
i was sweeped under
forced to roll with the waves
and be dragged
i couldnt breathe
or come up for air
i struggled against the water
and when the ocean finally stood still
i had to fight to get to the surface
it felt like the longest descent
i didn't know if i would make it
but then again i didn't have time to think
my face broke the surface
and i gulped in the air
gasping and scared
i kept breathing
til the next wave came
so is life
it's scary
we don't know if we can come back up for air
and right when we seem okay
another wave comes.
but we have to keep swimming
keep fighting
keep struggling
to stay alive.
it's hard but it's so worth it.
Jimmy Timmons Mar 2015
Along a tenacious cliffside,
Peers a lone sailor.
Spectacting the silent war,
The unyielding assault of waves.

Patches of grass, green with hope,
Litter the gritty sand.
Each shell sweeped upon the shore,
Entrance the young man with glee.

For he studies the horizon,
Searching for whom he's found.
A half scaled belle,
Of which he's called his own.

She swims the calloused tides,
In search of his arms called home.
Upon the beach she lay,
Covered in the sea's salty foam.

The sailor found her,
As the sand blends between his feet.
Next to her he rests,
Next to her he is complete.

The maiden turns to him,
"Jimmy Gray" she whispers.
The sailor replys inquisitively.
"I love you"

            ~
Amanda Araujo Nov 2014
I am but a rose thrown at a scorned lover,
Left heartbroken in the middle of the street,
It's petals falling and stem breaking
And it's beautiful colour fading.

My petals can never be restored,
Most have been lost,
Carried by the whispers of the wind,
Like peace,
I know that I will never be able to experience such a feeling again

I have been;
Stepped on,
Spit on,
Sweeped to the side,
And picked up

But I know that;
Those who step on me, get the sharp pain of my thornes
Those who spit on me, have an internal envy of my beauty,
Those who sweep me, the wind carries me back to the same place,
And those who try to reconstruct me, fulfil themselves with an impossible task, but I know those are my true friends, my greatest treasure, and my brightest hope.
Mercury Chap Dec 2014
I can see the black clouds
Forming over me,
The day getting darker,
Darker than the sea.

The birds flutter,
Flutter in a flock
Scared of something coming up,
Coming up soon to stalk.

The frown of heaven,
Roaring like a pard
The glow of lightening
Flickering in the dark.

The end is coming near,
Our hearts dwelled up with fear
We hope to wake up next day
Not seeing our loved ones asleep.

I hope to wake up next day,
Without my thoughts getting sweeped,
Forgetting everything,
Everything in my sleep.
There are some thoughts wandering in my mind. I don't think anyone would understand what I've written. It's not about some storm it's something I can't describe.
Marina Beznos Jun 2018
The morning washed the trees with rain;
The afternoon then sweeped and sweeped
With strong and warm southwestern wind.
And then the sun has found its way
And polished windows with each ray.
So now, the day, renewed and bright,
Is truly gleaming with delight.
It is all ready for young Spring
As she steps forward to come in.
Zai K Nov 2014
My heart feels like empty glass.

I'm surrounded by so many full glass cups and still my glass remains empty.

Like am I not good enough to drink out of? Can I not quench the thirst or love from others?

I cry out for water, to atleast feel full inside but still my cries go unheard.

I could break any second and everyone's only concern would be that I will become a bother as I shatter on the ground, not that I have been broken....

I won't be missed, just swept up, sweeped away and replaced...
Veritia Venandi Dec 2020
Aesthetic winds gush towards me trying to feel my chaotic mind
Marooned in a bohemian garden, in a paradise of timely blossoms
Lit by the bright winter sun and sweeped by an aromatic strangeness
I ponder about the hundred memories of once upon a love...
Playing hide and seek amidst the crevices of my soul
The manifold petals seem to narrate stories of my own past,
The many likes of which had already detached themselves from the leafy branches
And have made the ground their home.

Looking back it seemed time never gave me a chance to get close to him
Like distant blossoms my love bloomed,spread it's fragrance and losing hope finally dissolved into the ever consuming soil...
How sad it is that my love remained nothing more than a series of fleeting memories!

Perhaps the blossoms and my heart, being of one origin took to the same path of transiency
With the seasons it rolled and changed colours...
With time it wrinkled and faded...

This lonely winter day
I hereby revisit the fragments of my yesterday...
Perched like a bird, high atop a lonely branch of a blossom watered by a thousand deep reaching roots of tugging memories!
It seems I am neck deep in a sea of memories! Gratitude for reading this❤
And the world really did stop.
Haulted at its hinges by an indescribable force.
It steamed and chimed like a machine.
Attempting to break from it's shackles.
Attempting to breathe.
Trying to continue being.
It did not work.
The world was frozen in its feeble grace.

And the world really did stop.
Children turn to men when he went.
Often they viaied for his affection.
Beging for praise from him.
As would to their father.
We worshipped his every move.
Praise his inhuman brillance.
He was a picture of perfect.

And the world really did stop.
Life went on without moving forward.
I could only look behind me now.
Knowing the world won't ever be the same.
Others tried to fill his shoes.
Yet only managed to prove his perfection.
I was there once.
In the midst of my imperfections disgusting nature.

And the world really did stop.
I struggled.
Tosing and turning.
Trying to forget.
And remembering even more.
You face filled my head.
I wished I was dead.
Then kept it quiet.

And the world really did stop.
My mind find solace in another pain.
Trying my hardest to refute the truth.
I spent my days inside my own mind.
Trying to find reason.
In the silliest rhyme.
I'm losing sleep and time.
Contemplating a self destructive crime.

And the world really did stop.
Instead of tenderness for other.
I began to care only for myself.
I hid in the safety of my horrid head.
Escaping existance but not acknowledging it.
I begun to believe in fallacies.
Keeping them inside my heart.
Loving lies in order to avoid cries.

And the world really did stop.
Sweetly in the night it paused.
His boiling blood turned cold.
An arch angel was stolen.
Sweeped into an eternal night.
I live now in an infintie freight.
I do not deserve to cry.
He did not deserve to die.
Please read it.
Seema Jun 2017
Dark and clumsy weather
Haunts nearly everyday
Am reading through predictions
As few people gather to pray

The elders discuss of the end
Which sound scary and frightful
Nothing would be left intact
As all will be engulfed in a mouthful

Either the earth will part to swallow
Or the giant waves would leach
The winds might develop a mighty tornado
And ****** all lives within its reach

Day by day the ozone depletes
The earth furiously wears away
Blind are the two-legged monsters
Paid to work without a say

Maybe the wise speak the truth
That, of the coming destruction
Everything will be perish and sweeped off
For maybe a new construction!


©sim
Gray Dawson Mar 2020
First couple days back from the hospital
And already I am hostile
I see razors and want to bleed out
I see rope and want to hang

This is probably going to be a bad thing

I see socks that make good chokers when knotted together
I see paint that makes good poison when drunk
I've lost my innocence
I've found the ugly side of life

I used to see things as mere objects, not weapons

Staples, used to be just a utility for a stapler
Glass used to be something you sweeped away
Detergent used to be a laundry item
And knives used to be eating utensils

All I see now is suicide

I dream about slitting my wrist open
Watching the red spill from my arm
Smiling as I bleed to death
Sweet serenity

I've been writing notes

One to my friend
One to my brother
One to my teacher
And one to a ex-lover

I've become what I once thought improbable
I've become suicidal
Aiyo I rip out ya vocals and pendejos better get into their hidin' holes I'll swole ya corticals from my slick bicho that goes in and out ya girls throat
I got the remedy to enemies who think they can battle me I'll rip out ya veins
And play em like harp strings emcees my sub sibling keep it flows looped like an onion rings
That means I'm everlasting tongue blasting mics Slashin'
Ya every move frozen in silence I got a deadly alliance whos in defiance
I'm not human but bounded to nature cursed with the sinister forces made from gooey corpses
Necroplasm has em spazzin'
Scared of my magnificence born a punisher war brilliance ain't no resilience
So suckas better off in a bow the Kings back makin' racks only stick with facts get grimy on ol school tracks flashblack
Back to days of battlin' under dimmed lights and corded mics with bunch of rhymes to recite yeah
But I'm back again to make no amends condemn fake rappers with no grin joker mentality plottin' a fatality to critics who bother me get sweeped with bullet flow accuracy ya buried in a unmarked legacy

I'm second to none **** a bargain buryin' political jargon who can hang with the Don
Made of the Sun Moon and the stars far subpar do you know who we are?
Huh I'm alien breathing through flesh in the ghost of shell made for hell I'll never die I'll sail
Across the airwaves strike harder than tidal waves
Climbin' over fifty stories breakin' any category and critics who worry get Curry'd threes ways bullets close ya air way
Ain't no right way for death to pay
Truthfully told you find honor from the young and the old
Cuz fear has a broken vessel bearing through treshold
I'm hear to scold and unfold those who ain't feelin' mu flows get the pyscho American Style I'll snipe ya like Gomer Pile curse more than Kyle
In the southpark fools don't come to the dark
Only to see a spliff of my spark
I got a team of seven two trained demons ready to press ya head into the earthly grounds
Blood fillin' the soils from war spoils
I got pass the boil
Til I evaporated emcees til they ghosts ghost becomes fleshy My minds sickenin' strengthen go over critics like MJ and Pippen
Lucy Sep 2019
I did laundry and sweeped floors
then reorganised all cupboards.

Forks, plates, glasses - one big sheen,
because my mind I can't clean.
Step up to the club,
Like im the man,
Dennis Rodman, but no rebound man,
Yall others gotta take a stand,
Witness the band,
Neptunes, providin' the beat goons, makes for moonsoon,
Floodin' the rooms,
Once the lyrics boom,
Inside ya nostrils, like perfume,
Sweeped like a broom,
Hook got cha consumed,
Feel the dance that zooms,
Inside ya body,
****** shots, of adrenaline, front maids to middle men,
Throw ya chips in,
No need for clips in,
We get it crackin', smackin, critics who say wack we was then,
Bumpin, cadillac music
Country *******,
Still ridin' twinkies on the truck, press ya luck, make all haters duck,
These gooses showin' trueces,
Once my team infiltrate,
Y'all cant shoot us,


Now we know you aint about nothin,
Make ya jump more than Joe Budden,
On these rhymes, we stay cuttin,
Sound the percussion,
End of discussion,
Smoother than David Ruffin,
Critics stay bluffin,
Madel cuz we made somethin',
Out of nothin,
Now all of sudden, they see the charts smokin,
Once i was set on fire, respect the sire, referred to as the Messiah,
Messa similar to Telsa,
And i dare ya,
To step on this, track and field, let these words shield,
If eyes could ****,
Itll be lotta folks with no healz,
Put me in jail, and ill still bail,
Out with counterfit bills,
I Keeps it real, like flesh hots bullets of the steel,
My ambition tryna reach to a bill,
Without courts tryna get a steal,



Girls crowdin' around me,
Latinas call me papi,
Still sip the Brugal,
But never sloppy,
We call head toppy,
To the leechers, tryna copy,
My styles is incredible,
Non-edible,
You ***** pitiful, put it back to rehearsal,
Expose those, records labels payin' you, playin' you,
Im bout to gass you,
No lite for flames, rid of lames,
I climb higher,
Than Lebron James, make ya say again,
In the rain like Cain, gather ya ear drums in a sang,
Brains is clang, its clubber time, dropped in the rhyme,
Now its in the divine timeline, greatest beats, of all time,
Pinned like a sign,
Press play then rewind, as ya mind to speech, deeply inclined,
Yo I remember them days of my pre'greys learn gangsta ways
From wise men says talk slick to avoid the haze gun blaze
Still amazed by all the funerals that leaves us in a daze  
Infinite pays through the evil Ks 47 destined to preach ya to heaven
Dont be mad at me be mad at society vengeance Shinobi
Liquid swords across ya neck see ya souls ahead mis the feds
Long bread pumpernickel words like deaths sickle Don Rickle
Of the rap game got no shame politicians still got us wishing
Blitzing amongst these reindeer games souls left untamed
Got the flame put em out of their misery mayne switch lanes
Once I learn to cruise the highways of death watch my breath
And where I'm stepping Houston texas where I caught blessing
Families is struggling everyday hustling drug smuggling
But still found happiness though through all of these cycles
Madness spliff this high til I'm pinned like the star in the skies
My eyes even seen spirits die magnify my words right?
Blasted on sight miss the plight but somehow I found peace iight!!



Hard hits like Booshay not another black cliche see the delays
Route detour ahead yeah I'm sitting in the land of thorough heads
**** what others said Indian sharp telekenisis check the thesis
Helgain dialect enemies dial they final destiny it was ebony
Sight they couldn't see the blast coming from left to right
We sweeped army tactic fleet a veteran not a Letterman
I lived that life drive bys to walk bys my favorite villains always die
So who's the real hero is it the criminal protecting the financial
Investment hierarchy testiment of high wills playing instruments
Off tune say they Gods goon but really just satan out the wombs
They know what it is even poisoned the mind of the kids digs
It's raining even when the sunshine kundalini lightening ya spine
Titanium hard evidence still living in the past residence
Pining off the radiance sun glow there he go off the flow
Hitting ya melanin like wind breezing through the earth designs
Writing patterns but we cant catch the signs amongst end times
I'm dropping that most wont even get even if I gave em a hint
Show cast the plat is yours Scarface snow white chore pores
Opened up the fate gate with no doors jesus giving me tours
Billy 13 Feb 2020
Poseidon by the shore,
A hammer smashes thru the floor.
A new guest house by the sea,
It's creation aided by me.

To tell the truth I only really sweeped the floor.
There was a joiner to hang the door.
A painter to decorate,
The joiners left it in some state.
If I had a job, I may be called a plumbers mate.

John's the plumber and I'm his cousin.
The closest one out of over a dozen.
Closer in age than we are in height.
He was born to sell and loves to fight.
I seem to go wrong when I'm trying to do right.

Insecure, hesitation, missing the hit.
Where as good fortune and him seemed to fit.
He never waited for opportunity, he made his own.
Every chance I get I've blown.
Fortune favours the brave .
I thought I was a gladiator but in truth I'm just a slave.

Indebted to an employer that pays minimum wage.
Only thing you take home is stress and rage.
Making just enough so I can afford to die.
Pretending it's alright and living a lie.
So im trying my best to get a job working for John.
Where I am not a number who won't be missed when I'm gone.

There is a strong possibility this won't come true,
But I still gave notice and told my masters I'm thru.
My chances are 50/50 if you were placing a bet.
My back up plan is to abuse credit card debt.
Get a one way flight into the sunset.
Travel round Asia till it gets rejected.
Banged up aboard is what is to be expected.

After a few beers I peak then lose control,
Keeping me in line is my best mate Tia's role.
She first took me to paradise to save my soul.
Now saving her from herself is her only goal.

So im going on this adventure by myself.
A journey that would normally required a person with tremendous wealth.
Or an idiot who just had his credit card limit increased.
Who is smart enough to know he won't have to pay it back if he is deceased.

Give credit to a man who dies chasing a dream.
Who acknowledges money's only as real as you make it seem.
So two weeks from now I will be on my knees holding a board.
It could a varnished floor or a surfboard.
Either way, I'm about to jump to my feet.
And ride away from this life that almost had me beat.

— The End —