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This is the song
That makes you cry every time,
The one you play on repeat
To punish yourself.

This is the pattern you've trapped yourself in.

This mantra,
This melody,
"This is what you get"

These scars you wear,
The heaviness you harbour
"This was never what you wanted"

How many symptoms
before it's
a sickness?

Stay still,
Keep quiet,
You are shattering yourself
Inside.
 Jul 2015
M Crux Alexander
My dear goddess
whose lips of flame
sear into my body
to brand her name
A loyal devotion
with my body and skin
I offer you it all
in sacrifice again.

042610~11.22a
 Jul 2015
Nicole Dawn
I speak of feelings
In a code called lies
But here's the thing:

**I'm kind of hoping someone will decipher it
I'm honest about feelings on this site, but that's about it
push harder, harder, she moans,
drive it a great more in

dig deeper break ya my bones
rupture my last wall of skin.

push harder, the farthest it goes
where pulsates the throb of my core

blooming red petals of rose
are dreaming for limitless soar.

push harder, harder, inside
drive in, inner, far more

fill me in thick rain of ride
till i feel empty no more.
 Jul 2015
Poetic T
"Slip it in, go on I can take it,*
"Wow,
"Slowly eager ******,

"She groans as a mixture of euphoria and pain,

"Do you want it to the hilt?
"Can you take that much in one go,

"Just push it in slow,
"I can take it I think,

"I ****** it in her, she bleeds a little,
"Who is more excited?
"I pull it out slowly,

"Arrr baby that feels good,
Mmm
"That was deeper then before,

"When can I stick in you,

"We never said we would do that,

"Are you scared,

No....

"I'll only do it once,

"Ok,

"She gets ready,
"I can see the excitement on her face,

"Now don't be a chicken,
"Bgirrk bruk bruk bruk,

"Just get it over,
"But not to the hilt,
"I mean it,
"I think your enjoying this a little to much,

"Ouch,

"Don't be a baby that was barely the tip,
"God is the buzz you felt,

"It hurts, I think I'm going to be sick,
"O' my god,
"What are you doing,
Only once....
Only onc

She smiles as he turns silent,
Cherry red seeped out, and he lay slumped
On the ground, lifeless stained,
What had started as curiosity, as twisted trusting fun.
She had done her first, the one she loved.
Now the next would be just a lunge in the ,
Stomach,
Back,
Life
Draining upon different floors. she had put
It in once and was addicted at the felling
Of putting it in,
Deeper the better not just the tip but to the hilt.
 Jul 2015
Anderson M
Work as awesome
and not tiresome
life becomes less worrisome.
Just trying to just capture the mystique
elements out of the eccentric
moments that make  my time at work hectic.
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
They say the grass is greener
On the other side
Which makes me wonder what color grass they see
When they look at mine

People are never satisfied
with their token hue,
gardens perceive many views 'neath blue moons
yet still seek to plant their own rose colored seeds


But with the hand of seed comes a heart in need
To plant where they will thrive
And when we look at our lives deep
We see a parched land much too dry


Upgrading new playgrounds 'tween picket transplants
only proves to drain emotional fence posts,
there's no satisfaction in elevation's turf ventures
proof grows amuck the dark sod of every plot perused
 Jun 2015
Chris
-

Behind the thick crimson and gold thread curtains
he stands listening to the din of the audience
searching their seats for popcorn crumbs
while roaming hands brush against the legs
of those sitting closest

The young girls get the winks
and free drinks as the old men
vie for position, straightening their hair
and flashing thick wallets
from stretched out back pockets

He peeks through the slit in the
fancy brocade drapes to find a full house,
everyone is here, the self imposed mayor
wearing a handmade campaign button
shakes hands and seeks signatures

Mrs. Broadmore assigns seats in her row
as the little people gather around, telling her
how beautiful she is while hoping for a glimpse
of the diamond crusted gin filled flask she keeps
tucked away in her left garter

The lights dim as the depressed sulk to their seats in the balcony,
broken hearts fill the back rows closest to the bar,
cheerleaders in pink lipstick and short skirts, the football team
all ****** out of their minds and the debate club collect in the center
while the pretty people, the wealthy pose in the front rows

He gets the signal as the curtain slowly lifts
to the ceiling on well oiled pulleys
There is not a sound as he makes his way
to the microphone at center stage, dead silence
but he reads his poem anyway

It is obvious he is no Leonard Cohen
but he does his best as he recites the verses
he has penned especially for this evening
Upon finishing he stares out as two people
clap their approval and the others whisper and look away

His shoulders drop as he leaves the stage,
head hung low, crumbling the paper he had read from
and tossing it in the trash as he wonders aloud, “why, why do I do it?”
A janitor sweeping near the exit door hears him
and shaking his head replies, “Because you’re a poet, that’s why”
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
to soulsurvivor?
did she go insane?
did she have a
breakdown 'cause she
couldn't stand the pain?

what happened
to soulsurvivor?
is she still on her meds?
or did she just stop taking them
got messed up in the head?

what happened to soulsurvivor?
is she back on drugs?
maybe she needs help?
maybe she needs hugs?

what happened to soulsurvivor
the poet friend we loved?
now she's on a God kick
given sanity the
shove!

--- *
NO
---
just want to reassure you
I'm not at madness' door
I'm actually doing well
better than before

I'm going back to worship
I'm back into prayer
although a lot is on my plate
I'm not in despair

I have to make my time count
there is a great cost
I have to let my light shine
I MUST HELP THE LOST!

though I seem all doom and gloom
I have joy to spare!
because I know that I'll be safe
I'm not in despair!

I will not be "raptured"
from the pain and strife
but I will
REMAIN STEADFAST
I will not
LOSE MY LIFE

I WILL PRESS ON BRAVELY
I WILL ACHIEVE MY GOAL
THO I MAY LOSE MY BODY

*I WILL NOT LOSE MY SOUL
I STILL ♥ YOU!!!

I'll read as often as I can!

---
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
I just found out from a good friend that miss jc Stole and reposted mine own poem dwindling on her page making people think its her poem.. . to you Mrs Jc... And other people who come on this site to make us miserable, I don't hate you.. Actually I feel sorry for you and believe more than ever you need God in your life and for someone to care for you.. sad thing is.. Good people left like me don't hate you nor am I mad at you... I know you have some good down in that soul... So please on mine behalf and others stop copying poems from me and from others and stop acting like a nitwit on a page for people to express their souls and hearts.. People already have bad enough days..  Like alot on here just as you have bad enough day.. How about everyone on here copies your work and posts it as theirs???? Huh jc? What than?
Or what if we constantly cut you down daily when noone did before and now from your childish bullcrap you've brought this on you... Like the others who have done that here.... Soo I'm not mad at you again nor do I hate you.... I forgive all and love all beings.. I pray you find your inner peace and God and true love and stop messing with others true love and poems and their own selves..... . your broken.. Angry at yourself God and the world... And you decide to take your anger and pain out in others.   Well guess what? Not me JC!!!!! Not me.. I'm forgiving.. But unlike alot I will draw you out...not from rage or anger but to show you people are trying to helpppppppppp youuuuuuuuu!!!! Why? You ask because they have good souls??? Now where is that good soul I know you have in you Mrs Jc? Huh where is it.... Stop covering yourself with a mask and for once except others help... Though you don't feel love... From a being to another being who cares for your well-being.. Because you are soo unhappy it will lead you down to more major damage to your self. Others and more God...... Can't you see people in HP love you.??? And you wanna lose the privilege of people trying to help you? What then when people stop trying to help? You'll lose yourself... Which I can see you are losing self now.... Again not mad don't hate you.  But except our love and trying to help you instead of you harming us .   thank you

Brandon cory NAGLEY!!!!
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