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Francie Lynch Mar 2014
I won the race,
  tail me.
I lost my balance,
Don't right me.

I won second place,
  bewail me.
I lost the toss,
Don't kite me.

I won the ribbon,
  impale me.
I lost my cool,
Don't ice me.

I won the job,
  avail me.
I lost the argument,
Don't cite me.

I won the bid,
  assail me.
I lost the battle,
Don't fight me.

I won the vote,
  hail me.
I lost the my way,
Don't slight me.

I won the lottery,
  blackmail me.
I lost some will,
Tread lightly.

I won the case,
  bail me.
I lost the cross,
Don't indict me.

I won the girl,
  unvail me.
I lost some teeth,
"So bite me!"
Behold the boy. Behold the man. Behold the boy.
gift Oct 2020
i don't see the stars in your eyes anymore, they look dull, sad—empty even.

i don't see the fire in your eyes anymore, they burned out and there was nothing left but darkness.

i don't see the life in your eyes anymore, they seem lifeless and full of agony.

i have always loved your eyes, for they unvail who you are and what you feel. i have always loved seeing the ocean in your eyes that drowns me and hypnotizes me; you have changed.
—g.l
a poem i wrote while looking at the mirror.
nate1990 Jan 2016
One step over the line
With nothing left to dissect
You **** our innocent minds-
We the
People
Mindless follows
Divided by invisible hands
Plagued with fear
And
Deceit
To destroy the common man.
The floodgates have opened
We're all going strait
To hell
The floodgates have opened
And there's nothing you can do
To stop it.

Harvest the sheep
Nowhere to roam
Harvest the sheep
Unvail the wolves
Missapropriated minds
Cloth the people in
Blood
Stained
Wool

We've lost our innocence
It's all our fault
With Noone left to blame for our sins
Feast upon
the blood
The blood we spill.
Our only sustenance
Is the addiction of
Addiction of power.
We are going
Strait
To
Hell.

— The End —