"wepon" poems - Hello Poetry

You leave the option in a space now empty from your actions. Traggic play acted bad. Smiles from the guilt forbidden was the illusion no other truley ever had. In those confines I speak without words tears in silence fill this void. Am i your wepon a vice or but a pawn in a soon forgotten game? Inside the storm is kept. Outside the lie is shown in mild hope you'll never see. I am but spoiled earth. Nothing more to see.

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Sep 30, 2010

Sep 30, 2010 at 5:29 PM UTC

kelly-lee-robbins

Captive Creation

You leave the option in a space now empty from your actions. Traggic play acted bad. Smiles from the guilt forbidden was the illusion no other truley ever had. In those confines I speak without words tears in silence fill this void. Am i your wepon a vice or but a pawn in a soon forgotten game? Inside the storm is kept. Outside the lie is shown in mild hope you'll never see. I am but spoiled earth. Nothing more to see.

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I laughf, Crackle, State of insinaty. Wild in my eyes. Unknown evil lurking, Beanth the surface, Of my life. I rejoice at the sight. Blood covering my hands, My whole body. I see my pray, Im ready to pounce. I need my wepon. Grab the blade, Attack the emotions. Let them all die. I smile a wicked one, Now my job is done. Emotions are now gone. My sight is set, And its oh. so clear, Its around the corner, Death is near. Time ticks by, Emotions run lose, No use to catch them. Ill be gone soon.

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Nov 14, 2011

Nov 14, 2011 at 9:28 PM UTC

s-s

State of Insanity

I laughf, Crackle, State of insinaty. Wild in my eyes. Unknown evil lurking, Beanth the surface, Of my life. I rejoice at the sight. Blood covering my hands, My whole body. I see my pray, Im ready to pounce. I need my wepon. Grab the blade, Attack the emotions. Let them all die. I smile a wicked one, Now my job is done. Emotions are now gone. My sight is set, And its oh. so clear, Its around the corner, Death is near. Time ticks by, Emotions run lose, No use to catch them. Ill be gone soon.

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How can I let you down, Let you down easy. You are heavy in my arms I can't carry both of us We both fall down. You draw another line in the sand I take a step back, wepon in my hand. I don't want to hurt you All you ever did was love me Protect me, make me feel worthy. But I can't return the favor All I can taste is the wrong flavor And I should tell you why... But how can I let you down, Let you down easy. I need to let you go Before you get too hurt I whisper my apologies As I let you down, This is not easy.

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Jun 27, 2013

Jun 27, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC

karissa-olson

Let You Down

How can I let you down, Let you down easy. You are heavy in my arms I can't carry both of us We both fall down. You draw another line in the sand I take a step back, wepon in my hand. I don't want to hurt you All you ever did was love me Protect me, make me feel worthy. But I can't return the favor All I can taste is the wrong flavor And I should tell you why... But how can I let you down, Let you down easy. I need to let you go Before you get too hurt I whisper my apologies As I let you down, This is not easy.

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Sitting in this class I feel as though I am wasting away with my thoughts costantly banging inside my head wanting to be free I am drwonging in my own mind with these thoughts like an angry god stirring the ocean of my happines and peace The god is drowning me and I am reaching twords the surface gasping for air but the techer drones on while I sit there seamingly bord Inside my own head is a battle raging my fear a lonly worrior fighting for a place in my mind my anxity is an army of hate My deppression is the godess of death with her staring eyes and mind breaking words The techer continues to with the lesson, the lesson that in my mind is the thing fuling the flames of my anger and pain The kids laugh while I walk by, I am invisible to everyone unless they want to bully me The kids are the mosters and I am the monster hunter who lost their wepon and is fighting a onesided battle My words are the double edged sword that while slicing down my enemys are cutting words in to my own skin The teachers are the evil overlords I must defeat but this not a real fight this is just a normal day That bag I wear on my back, no not the backpack, the depression and my thoughts make it impossible to run after my target It is heavy and the sword I cary so bravly is dulling with every slice it takes of my enmeys and myself I am waering the aroumr that protects my mind from the stress that is school that is the kids that is my deppression and my parents and my thoughts I am carring a sword that is dull but looks sharp so no one thinks to ask if it is sharp enough or offer to help when they see me loosing my battles I am have been shot down and stood back up when no one thought I would The teachers they act as though they care The teachers are the traitors that are pretending to be on your side when in reality they are serving the my angry god just to tick off another curriculum box That is my battle not one of bloodshed though it is and not one of physical but mental I see my life as a novle that I am wirting but I am the villian and hero and lost soul, I am everything and nothing If I see my life as a battle it is easier to face than if I see it as reality, in my mind I have superpowers and I am the greatest sword master though a clumsy one I will admit We all mess up but if I mess up thats just one more thing my angry god can use against me I am loosing to my angry god ;

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Dec 3, 2020

Dec 3, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC

Glitching-Jupiter

My Own Novle of a hearo, villian, and lost soul

Sitting in this class I feel as though I am wasting away with my thoughts costantly banging inside my head wanting to be free I am drwonging in my own mind with these thoughts like an angry god stirring the ocean of my happines and peace The god is drowning me and I am reaching twords the surface gasping for air but the techer drones on while I sit there seamingly bord Inside my own head is a battle raging my fear a lonly worrior fighting for a place in my mind my anxity is an army of hate My deppression is the godess of death with her staring eyes and mind breaking words The techer continues to with the lesson, the lesson that in my mind is the thing fuling the flames of my anger and pain The kids laugh while I walk by, I am invisible to everyone unless they want to bully me The kids are the mosters and I am the monster hunter who lost their wepon and is fighting a onesided battle My words are the double edged sword that while slicing down my enemys are cutting words in to my own skin The teachers are the evil overlords I must defeat but this not a real fight this is just a normal day That bag I wear on my back, no not the backpack, the depression and my thoughts make it impossible to run after my target It is heavy and the sword I cary so bravly is dulling with every slice it takes of my enmeys and myself I am waering the aroumr that protects my mind from the stress that is school that is the kids that is my deppression and my parents and my thoughts I am carring a sword that is dull but looks sharp so no one thinks to ask if it is sharp enough or offer to help when they see me loosing my battles I am have been shot down and stood back up when no one thought I would The teachers they act as though they care The teachers are the traitors that are pretending to be on your side when in reality they are serving the my angry god just to tick off another curriculum box That is my battle not one of bloodshed though it is and not one of physical but mental I see my life as a novle that I am wirting but I am the villian and hero and lost soul, I am everything and nothing If I see my life as a battle it is easier to face than if I see it as reality, in my mind I have superpowers and I am the greatest sword master though a clumsy one I will admit We all mess up but if I mess up thats just one more thing my angry god can use against me I am loosing to my angry god ;

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The moment i've been waiting for The moment where I can show people I can do it The moment where I can say "I made it" As I ready myself with my wepon in one hand as my other hangs The referee giving us the go As we both shoot at eachother like where bullets coming out of a gun We both meet in the middle and slash are swords together All I can hear is the meeting of are blades and how the whole room is as quiet as the night sky BEEP I look to my right Green light flashing on my side "YES!" I screamed 19 X's Beep The match is stopped as the timer goes off 13 - 13 "Almost there" Both getting ready again We shoot at each other again Beep "His point..." I breath as we shoot at each other again like pullets Beep "My point" We salute and once again Beep "My point! One more!" "I've waited my whole life for this" "Running at the speed of light" Beep

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Sep 16, 2016

Sep 16, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC

francis-tolentino

The Last Match

The moment i've been waiting for The moment where I can show people I can do it The moment where I can say "I made it" As I ready myself with my wepon in one hand as my other hangs The referee giving us the go As we both shoot at eachother like where bullets coming out of a gun We both meet in the middle and slash are swords together All I can hear is the meeting of are blades and how the whole room is as quiet as the night sky BEEP I look to my right Green light flashing on my side "YES!" I screamed 19 X's Beep The match is stopped as the timer goes off 13 - 13 "Almost there" Both getting ready again We shoot at each other again Beep "His point..." I breath as we shoot at each other again like pullets Beep "My point" We salute and once again Beep "My point! One more!" "I've waited my whole life for this" "Running at the speed of light" Beep

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