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ji Apr 2016
is hidden in the lungs of a lover
who lost himself                          
in the war of keeping his love;  
in  his tears yet to stream his cheeks,  
over the carcass of the only dead soldier  
that is his own heart.                                    

And the coldest, most macabre ******
lies between the partition of the lips    
of the one who left-- willingly.    
No good-byes.                                
No apologies.          
Just plain frigid fingers          
that smell like heartbreak.        

This is the epic unwritten in history,
unseen in televised documentaries;
partly because of its gruesome morbidity,  
and partly of its awful simplicity.                
A traceless killing:                                          
no blood,                            
no stains,                            
no weapons,                      
just lies.                              
Seamless all from the start--                        
just one mangled heart.
Reece Apr 2016
Chronologically, the life force of upward momentum
Eratus, irrigated field leaves at the backdoor
Leaves in the mailbox
Always upward, from below, the deepest place
This may have been out of my frame of reference though
Did you see the half-mast falsehood
Up the pole, down the hole
Listen to the secret word
Monitor of the algorithm
Sometimes they talk, sometimes we feel them
A quick stab in the side,
At least it will save him from
                                               "bEiNg BoReD"
Talking, snickering, whispering, talking, talking,
Just a quick stab in the back!
Maybe a hammer to the temple,
And a shot through the heart...

No?
Well, fine.
Ruin my fun.
I assure you he'll be back soon
If Satan couldn't listen to Jesus,
This ****** won't stay a day in hell.
Joshua Haines Apr 2016
The darkest fields, an interlude
to parallel sparkling, suspended
watching eye upon vermilion sky --
like a harbored god pretended.

Killing trees, roots eating deep,
my father mercilessly alluded:
branches high and branches wide
found the sky and intruded.
If you take your life
I take mine too,
Because a life here on earth
isn't worth losing you.
NOTE:
I do not authorise the duplications of my writings, photography, or personal information.
there seems to be no end
of armed cowards killing peaceful civilians
about to do their jobs or visit friends and chat
at airports  in the underground or in cafés

and then acknowleding full responsibility
for that grandiose achievement
of putting electric wires into some explosives
and sending innocent people to their death

these self-styled martyrs claim
their deeds are prompted by religious ends
and not the simply joy of killing those
     who have no arms for their defense
    and are quite unaware they have become the targets
     of delirious murderers who seriously imagine
     their heinous crimes could please their god
     and   if they blow themselves away together with their victims
     would send them straight into a paradise
     with many earthly and some heavenly rewards

or so they say

watching them over all these years
I have my doubts
that any god has business with those guys
    or they with him

     like other groups before them they abuse religion
     to justify their greed and power games
     god for them is simply a façade
     to mask their inhumanity

it’s time the world says a concerted NO
and makes it clear to all barbarians of our century
that our tolerance
is not for them
Jellyfish Mar 2016
Please, don't make me wait.
Please, just take me away.
Addie D Mar 2016
Tell me your every mistake;
Bring me every heart you break;
Show me your every scar
For each one I’ll give you a star.

Oh, I have seen you ****,
did it just like it was a drill.
Through my veins rushes the thrill
like the feeling after taking a pill.

I allow you to take a bite from
the tasty conscience of mine;
I allow you to eat up my soul
provided you don’t give it back at all.

I will never say I’m sorry,
you know I never worry.
I swore to devotion
without a love potion…
I  was inspired by some quotes in a FB page my friend sent me, so I dedicated this poem to her. :)
Chiqi Styles Mar 2016
I once met a boy, he knocked at my heart
And for I was lonely, I opened and smiled

I once met a boy, he made my heart melt
With his words full of love and his gentleness

I once met a boy, he broke my heart
So I buried him ten feet under ground
J J Feb 2016
Three thousand miles of continent
soil
dirt
grass
gravel

Three thousand miles of people
busy
tired
drama
life

Three thousand miles of need
love
lust
touch
taste

Three thousand miles away from you
is
slowly
killing
me
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