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Anshara Jun 2018
Pure and true; wings of innocence
Everything new and no clue
Different paths; right and wrong
Fall, get up and fall again.

Tainted wings; sins reveal
Chaste and veracious; demon's mate
Sins of the past uncover themselves
Guitly freed and angelic punished.

Pride, envy, greed, wrath, gluttony and lust
Distract the youth; the devil conquers
Deadly as they sound, but easy to follow
Contract signed? Sacrifice is yours.

"I'm sorry, forgive me" shouldn't be heard
Every string is now with someone else
Don't run away, don't hide; face and cope
All's too bad, but it's too sweet;
It's too EVIL...
Hey guys here I am with another of my poems.. Hope you all like it.
It's inspired from BTS's album Wings..
Listen to it if you guys are interested in Kpop! It's beautiful.. Don't forget to read some of the theories too... It will make you think about it all the time!

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Love,
Anshara.❤
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Tomorrow is a new day unwritten

The next page of           my           own book of life

As I hold up my ink pen,                            you meet me there?

At the midpoint betwixt                  lumen days and umbra nights

As the world is itself,                                 made of evenfall rides into

the veil of grey.                                         Let the songs sing high,

and sorrow sing                                         low but be so sweet

that I'll feel                                           you in my soul

I await you on                                       the  bridge,

Kissing-sweet                                so come
  
and meet me                          there
This poem is based on a dream I had.
I guess reading a romance fanfic of one of my OTPs before bed paid off!
Thanks everyone so much for the kindness and the support!

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Rezium Jun 2018
I am Guilty

I don't deny that I, me, who you think of as a fool, am guilty of a belief
I was blinded it theived me.

Of course he killed them but he is all part of it anyways.
He's always been the killer but you always let him get away.

I accept my punishment and embrace my sentence.
Though I'm not the first.
So don't correct me in front of their presence

Funny how we forget it though like it's nothing yet we know it still happens.
I guess that why maturing to be me was the only way to become me, I reckon.
"The two thing that interest me about childhood. First is that it's a secret world that lives by it own rules and lives by it's own cuture. The second thing is that we forget what it is to be a child. Which is kind of exotic and strange." -Stephen King
Aa Harvey May 2018
Shoplifter


She is so selfish on the sea shore.
She steals for pleasure and nothing more.


She lives for adrenaline and cares for no-one but herself.
She says she cannot help it,
But she is a worthless human being swimming in her stolen wealth.


Dopamine protects her from any guilty feelings she may have.
She wants it, so she steals it and puts it in her bag.


I have no pity for her for she is just a thief.
She wants compassion and understanding,
But she cannot take these things from me.


She lives for the thrill of it.  She wants it so she takes it.
She is the dirt on society.  She is empty of feelings.
She has always stolen without thinking about the consequences;
Now she is sat in a jail cell with a new pair of bracelets,
And somebody has stolen her ear-rings.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
One by One


One by one! (boom, boom, boom)
One by one! (boom, boom, boom)
One by one! (boom, boom, boom)
One by one! (boom, boom, boom)
One by one! (boom, boom, boom)
One by one! (boom, boom, boom)



We’ll **** them!    (boom, boom, boom)  
One by one! (boom, boom, boom)
We’ll **** them!    (boom, boom, boom)  
One by one! (boom, boom, boom)
We’ll **** them!    (boom, boom, boom)  
One by one! (boom, boom, boom)
We’ll **** them!    (boom, boom, boom)  
One by one! (boom, boom, boom)



Murderer! (boom, boom, boom)    
We **** them. (boom, boom, boom)
Murderer! (boom, boom, boom)    
We **** them. (boom, boom, boom)
One by one! (boom, boom, boom)
We’ll **** them!    (boom, boom, boom)  


The innocent! We’ll **** them.
One by one! We’ll **** them.
The innocent! We’ll **** them.
One by one!


You killed them! So we’ll **** you!
One by one! We’ll **** you!
One by one!


I killed you! So they executed me.
I killed you! So they killed me.
All I ever wanted. Was to be set free.
But I killed them! So they killed me.


Freedom from death was my reason to live.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Melodie Fowles Apr 2018
Gnarled around
Your rotten core
Flesh and blood
Disintegrating gore

Shambling along
A decaying corpse
Eyes closed tight
Now they no longer work

Each tread endured
Drains your ***** soul
Never once worthy
Never once whole

Your thoughts run so filthy
For that you've always been guilty

So chant along
To the darkness that is night
The darkness that permeates
This stagnant life

Your on a desolate road
To your own destruction
Never able to exist
Without deaths seduction

Stripped of flesh
With every person you encounter
No sense of self worth
So your soul they devour
Your surrender to their torture
Gives them all of your power

Hang your head and take what's due
You know you deserve it
And know it's for you

Savouring the pain
That's stripping you bare
It's all you understand
A demonic affair
Demons possess you
In this unholy lair
Always together
As your life they snared.
Yuuna Mar 2018
I felt the rising panic
A burning garden
Why did I let myself do that
My anxiety climbs and swirls up
Like a thousand insects
Bees perhaps
And I know you will come back to see this poem, myself,
When you feel guilty again.
empty seas Mar 2018
Stand up! Get ready!
My partner in crime
for we have been called to trial
by two giants who own our lives
and can cut us off from the world
They have created a comfortable setting
to get our guards down
with steaming piles of takeout

The crimes have committed?
None at all, I say
only doing what we feel is right
and sneaking through unfair rules
to do what needs to be done

So take my hand, fair brother
let us heal all our previous fights
we must unite
for tonight
is family dinner time
This was gonna be a longer, more thankful poem, but that doesn’t fit our sibling relationship as well.
gina Mar 2018
But who am i?
Just another name on the list?
Someone you saw it's not worth your time?

But you?
Who you really are?

For me, you were the one who said too much
And did nothing
Who promised too much
Who made me feel too much
Who gave me nothing but empty hopes
And leaved me with nothing..

You were just another person
Who made me feel like i’m special
And saw all the holes
And still thought it’s worth it to make some more damage

but for real..
Who you are?
And who you thought I were?
...’*** all you said was ”it’s not worth it”
Lexi Mar 2018
As
the
sun
went
down,

so
did
the
tears
on
her
cheeks.
Thinking...
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