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In the digital l-and
We l-ive in
Mistakenly automatic
One pointing at a chest of tools
Eyes on i
No soul can tell a part a weakling metal


Robots robbing robbers rich
T-error terrifying t-errorists
Artist gods and goddesses
Sharing platform to unleashed gifts


Mint hue bubbles squeak
Fizzy dizzy violet haze
World head to toes spins
Any day it spins coins in change


A quiet girl is sinister
Siren of mystery or future
Robot is your mirror
Peach chin with teeth filter
No innocence and glitter litter
Guilty until proven the latter


A quiet girl a terrorist
Error mouths terror twist
Terrorist from the orient
They hide in between every end
Disguises they cover in
Racist as problem solving


Smile girl watch
A fake smile and eyes
Skin of steel so is her
Heart made alloy
How it blazes to the touch when heated
Oh it bites fingertips as it's cold
Hair resting on the curve of her spine
A woman's hair only breaks if it tries to grow


What she said
Tell me if you can tell us a part
Warning tears borne from her crooked eyes
Robot and soul
Terrorists from t-errorists
No soul knows either
Tattoos or memory shall identify you
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
Laura Duran Jun 29
He loves me, he loves me not
We're meant to be, or so I thought
My heart is broken, the pain is real
I long for peace, from all I feel

I fake a smile, so no one knows
I mimic strength, lest weakness shows
I refuse surrender, I stand and fight
I must succeed, and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart, and I can breathe again

Minutes into hours, hours into days
The love I held so tightly, starts to fade away
The pain begins to lessen, the tears no longer fall
Seemed misery was forever but it's not that way at all

Those nights you haunt my dreams
Are few and far between
When memories overtake me, I know I'll be alright
I know now what to do....and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart and I can breathe again
Yes, I can breathe again.
Ilion gray Aug 2014
they are coming
                         the riders from the sun,
                         the clouds have been telling secrets
                         sotto voce to the trees
                         words wrapped in
                         raindrops tumbling,
                         sound of thunder
                         the hooves of 144,000
                         celestial steeds
                         rushing
                         across inner heaven
                         when they ride
                         the glare off their golden armor
                         will outshine
                         the blackness of the hearts of men
                         when they ride they
                         will  not listen to the screams of lovers
                         losing
                         nor will they show mercy
                         to those of their choosing/
                         for only a few have been chosen.
                         when they ride they
                         will wipe our minds clean
                         of “the delusion”
                         that life is ours to leave
                         love and dream, eat and
                         sleep, **** and breed
                         until we’re pleased at its conclusion
*** devil riders angels demons the end revolution
Cné Mar 18
A leprechaun told me, “I hear
It’s riches you’d like to appear.
Since I don’t exist,
My *** of gold’s mist —
You’d better keep writing, my dear!”
you can’t right the same poem twice

****, yes I can
in pointy fact,
only got one,
which gets re-righted
morning noon and evening-tide

substitute a variant spelling
wright vs write vs right
and the meaning changes thrice

the only thing i can’t not duplicate is those **** love poems
each unique and writ for the woman specific,
each love one, custom jiggered,
each poem, crafted, to her pulse
each drafted, to her scent
none alike, and that’s why I believe
in the *** who commanded "create him"
to make love poems in his way,
gave me millions of veins
of inspiration to pray to...
my heart altered, modified, daily


**** poems
**** love poems
**** love
2/2/2018   10:14pm
KitaRaizal May 2014
I write
I write
It hurts
You
Them
Me
I write
I write
It hurts
You
Them
Me
I write
And I write
But never once
Did I intend on hurting you
Only a monster does that
~
I write
I write
It hurts
You
Them
Me
I write
I write
It hurts
.
.
.
You
.
.
.
I have become the moster
There isnt a single word in the world
There isnt an expression to show
I hurt you too deep
I slashed and I gashed
I molded it into you
I pushed you away
I kept you at arms length
Pulling you against me
Shoving you away
Pulling you back
Pushing you back again
Thats were you lay
Tore up
Broken down
Beaten to the ground
Looking up at me
With big confused hurt eyes
All I can do is stick my nose up and sneer
Never once appreciating you for who you are
Not now
Things have changed
My heart glazed over
My heart tore what I felt for you
Throwing it away
Making it impossible for me to ever possess what use to be
But my heart cant take it all
I still feel for you
I still feel for what once was
It wakes me up
Makes my heart bleed
My eyes drain until theres nothing left
My brain doesnt comprehend
In that split second your eyes meet mine
Everything that was ever there
Is gone
But baby know
I love you
Always
But I cant love you no more


~
Summer-Skye
I could write the loveliest poem ever,
A lonely dove went cooing by and by,
Yonder rill, yonder hill, yonder river,
Whilst it winged into a clear blue sky.
Lovely is the sky in her robes of blue,
Velvety blue I mean, as eyes of thine
Never bestowed upon any seraph,
That upon my soul kindled love divine.
I could croon the loveliest tune ever,
And whisper it upon rivers of time;
That fairly stream by and by forever,
A tune that in thy heart could ever chime,

  If only I could glance at thy bright eyes
  To once stray upon shores of paradise.
#Decasyllabic
#Shakespearean sonnet
SMZ Jul 2
I used to write the most beautiful things
When I feel loved for everything.

Flowers grew on papers
with every words written down,
Pain have never spoken

I always savor
what's in his favor,
Even I drench in ink
by the thorns he pricked

Storm crossed the yard
In the waves I tried to linger
Left soaking in tears
Waiting for the sunshine
Waiting for it to end

As sweet as yesterday
Captivated by his fragrance
Now I cannot breathe
I want to escape this maze of wilted roses

What have I done?
Why I'm no longer safe in my own garden?

Lost with the clouds
Sadness was profound
You came and painted new colors in this miserable life
I was found

From disgrace
You embraced me
As I suffer illness
You cured me

Even trouble I become
No hesitation, you choose me
Thank you so much for saving me
You are now my forever paradise.
Thank you for seeing the beauty in me.
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