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Xaha Apr 2018
All I can do is love or hate
Am i doomed to this bipolar state?
There's nothing in me I'd rather change
Than my ridiculous emotions - they are so strange!

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all my loves have left me
all my enemies too.
there's nothing in life like emotion
leaves you helpless and without a clue
Elicia Hurst Apr 2018
To Jess

She wanted to bury me alive
but i will (not) hand her the shovel
to dig my grave.

She wanted to ignite me
but i will (not) bathe in gasoline
and revel in the incense.

i almost thought i saw heaven
when hell had me at hello,
almost.

But i am flesh and fire,
i am iron and ice.  
Do I burn?

And burn and burn,
reduce her
down to
ashes
and
(if I have to)
light the torch
to My lungs, My bones,
My skin, My blood and My sanity,

Burn and burn and burn until
nothing
is left of
Me
just to cremate her?
(as I yell with shortness of breath,
"sic semper tyrannis!
")

or do i fall
and let her take all?
Feb 2016
Salmabanu Hatim Apr 2018
Don't tell your best friend,
She may become your enemy,
Your deepest secrets.
Hell in flames hath shown me the beast
Much blood be shed
At his own behest
The godless man that I am
Has chosen to battle
Despite being weak
He is a monster
He's a traitor
Low enough to ****** a lowly priest
He's a proud apostate
He's my enemy
If I'm being honest
He's one of half of me
Alexander Feb 2018
I will not stand for the absence.
The fight for survival in my own skin,
Sown onto me, like some wasted fabric.
Nailed to my bones like the child of God.

For someone so alone and so strong,
It gets tiring to hear the same song.
The anthem of nothing.
The joy of relief.

When the pain is gone,
An even worse enemy steps to the stage.
His enemy is love.
He goes by the name, rage.
Arcassin B Feb 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

Followers in a city full of corrupted , silly pigs,
In a place where all the jobs are taken up, you can't even make a
decent cent,
Anxiety take over everybody not just you , you stress too quick,
When you stay in a city full of enemies , its hard not stressin' about ****,

Guess you could say I'm self centered, I deserve what other people have,
the curse of the black water has risen for the hateful people that'll last,
I swear that's too sad,
If you feel like you need a clique to prosper,
that'll be all you have,
I'm a one man army,
ya'll look fairies,
I don't see nothin' , don't you come near me,
so much shackles on my feet,
I'm everywhere I wanna be.
©abpoetry2018


https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/02/give-me-another-dose-2.html
Lyn-Purcell Feb 2018
Always smile for the
ones who loathe
you.
One of life's greatest pleasures.
Seema Feb 2018
You poke it in your mouth,
Regardless of any doubt,
Unaware of the people around,
You spit the slimy saliva on the ground,
Puff!! Puff!!, you look like a smoking chimney,
Just remember your smoke is my enemy,
With the poison flowing around in the air,
The inhale becomes too much to bare,
Nicotine pollutes not only the freshness of nature,
But it slowly turns you into a smoky creature,
From dusk till dawn, living with the stinky fog,
You are hopeless than my sweet caring dog,
Atleast he listens to what I say,
Unlike you, you have chosen your own smoky way,
Get this through your head now,
Quit this pollution somehow,
The smoke kicks my lungs and chokes my breath,
It pokes my nose and risks my health,
I don't wanna die with the cancer I hear about,
Do you hear me or shall I SHOUT!!
Don't ignore what I have said,
Cause it's driving me mad,
I need a healthy life,
Not always pointing you with a knife,
To stay away from me with your smoke,
Cause one day I might just breakdown and choke...


©sim
My brother used to smoke and it really bothered me, but it's been over an year he quit for good.
touka Jan 2018
struck me like sweet incense
of some storm of stardust
and by my doing, of old copper coins
the blood collected in his throat
the steely scent on his breath as it warped his voice
sent cold shrapnel through my tendons
I slipped and sank into the noise

I might miss having my heel stepped on
achilles exposed for far too long
sans the snake to snap at it
sans the sickle to scythe its hit
sans orpheus to ink an ode
sing it until his breathing slows

sing until his breathing slows
*tw* the flesh behind flayed pale skin, sprouting and spindling red, through and through, like sarcodes were made of him
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