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Peter Balkus Oct 2015
So **** them all, let's build the wall,
call us *******, we are *******
without a choice. It's us or them,
so let's get it done, and then we can
talk about Peace and Love, and make
love with those we love, make friends
and make *** with those we know. That's why
we now should build this wall. So **** them all.
It's us or them, at the end of the day.

It's not the way, we know, we are aware
that they deserve to breath and live and work
like we deserve. But I'm afraid, we can't
do anything. Sorry to say.
Hong Denice Oct 2015
There's something in the air
That I needed to catch
...........
And that is your heart

Your mind tried to forget our last Summer days
But your heart cannot

You worked, I supported
No matter what happens
I am always by your side
I will gladly care for you

T'was our brightest summer
Though it was not literally spent under the sun
Still I remember it well..
So so so
I decided to give you my heart

Know one else can receive it
Unless.............
You know!

It will be only yours

I cannot promise to give you my heart FULLY
Because my Saviour, Christ is a jealous God.
And I love HIM
More than anything else

Do confess personally
In which I know
Is the BEST thing
that you cannot do
For now

You said that you were a less thinker
Change that a bit
And try to see and treat matters differently

Do feel it
That someone loves you
Like you do

And that
you are loved
Neex Sep 2015
So we built our love
On the hate of it.
The bitter, sweet irony.
Eccedentesiast Aug 2015
did you
destroy my world
just so
you could build
yours?
Devin Ortiz Aug 2015
Imagine, glass body
Rich and full
Of reflections, call it character
Worn and cracked over a lifetime
Once smooth, replaced with sharp ridges
Cutting those who attempt
To wash away sins

Blow for blow against this cold world
Equal parts damage dealt
And recieved.
Accumulation of battle scars
Leaks an absolute darkness
A radiant aura of poisin clouds.

Hit hard and hit back harder.
Asking for the final blow,
Over the edge and out of control.
In a resonating scream
Shards of flesh burst into light
Twisting with bad vibes
Reborn, arise full and tempered.
Bailey Lewis Jul 2015
If I had known that
You’d build a broken home
I wouldn’t have built
This heart made out of stone
Elisa Holly Apr 2015
The grass changes shades
as the light peaks over the clouds.
It shimmers
as it catches each bead of water
on the blades beneath it.
So cold against my feet,
but warming to see a new day awaken.
I often wish we had physical cues
to our cleansing and preparation for each day. However, it is our lives
that reflect the continuous changes
we seek to build.
Let us build a fort
and fill it with love.
I am a carpenter, a dramatist, and a director,
And there’s little that all those skills are all good for,
But if you piece and you play and you pray,
They stick together just well enough to stay,
And you’ve hammered and scripted together
One little dream that’ll last forever.

A good dreamwright is hard to come by,
The kind that builds dreams that don’t die.
It’s a shame there’s so few of us
When dreams are needed in abundance.
Someone needs to make them from scratch
Oil the hinges and make sure wheels attach.

Some of us are good, some of us are bad
But we’re responsible for every dream you ever had:
The nightmares, the adventures, the vivid fantasies,
That play on your deepest desires and anxieties.
We are the ones that make sleeping souls laugh,
For this our artform and dreams our craft.
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