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Dark Delusion Aug 2016
Protecting the words from slipping out.
Keeping them deep inside where it’s almost forgotten.
What is it? Is all they go about.
My mind of emptiness is almost rotten.

My tongue is tangled from all the promises I couldn’t keep.
But I swear on my life that I won’t break this.
Because of you my mind is never asleep.
I have always failed every remiss.

The last time they asked I finally gave an answer.
The answer that wouldn’t mean a thing.
I could feel their anger.
When I said it were just a Secret about Nothing.
I don't know why, but when I woke up it were gone. So I had to repost it again..
Spike Harper Jul 2016
Everything has a price.
Each time the bell toles.
A payment is made.
The rhythmic thump.
Is only a reminder.
Of how taxing it all is.
There is no.
First prize.
No encore.
As the curtain falls.
All that is waiting is silence.
And darkness.
Only death has not come.
He stands patiently to the side.
Grinning.
It seems.
This is his favorite game.
Christine Jun 2016
'Do you like me? Or no?'

Shut up.

You are igniting these forgotten feelings.

Shut up.

You make me feel like it's fourth of July.

Shut up.

It's not Valentine's Day.

.... and most especially April Fools.

Shut up.

You are making me forget who I am.
******* you to the highest power.
I hold nothing sacred
Seeing is believing
Ignorance is my bliss
Morals are but a compass
Once they hit the floor
They may never be true again
Wax hammers melting under a suspicious sun,
bubbling on the soft tarmac road unspun.
Sarcastic grass struts in impotent arrogance,
at the rustling of a billion pointless paper bags.
As sparkling sin, trusts a single pointless poem.
Just some nonsense.
Alan S Bailey May 2016
The truth is...*
I fall upon the ground
A seedling in your grass
Whether I willed or not
To come knocking again
And find myself at a loss
For not giving up was my
Plan and I still can never
Win a battle no one but
I would have even fought.
Most of my wishes, hopes and dreams are all too impossible to achieve. And you're too in denial that you are the reason, I can't trust you, I can't depend on you. You're not even going to start heading my way. This is why I'm ******* as it is...
Christine Apr 2016
last night i wanted you to **** me
but now i want you to love me
another one for you. never can i promise i will stop writing about you. not until i'm over you.
Christine Apr 2016
You are dangerous
But something about you intrigues me
Enlightens me

You are addicting
The thought of you and your body drives me crazy
The thought of me and you pressing our lips together
The death of me

You are toxic
And maybe that's why you're named after a cigarette
There was no way in hell I could tell you how I feel.
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