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aviisevil Aug 2016
The man in the mirror is haunted.

I never wanted to be a part of you,
You look at me like you're wanted
But here I am, And you're not true.



As I slowly take a step back,
I can see you grow so small.

I gave you all I ever had,
And you can keep it all.


I can taste how it feels to be you,
So lost and confused, alive and tame--
You're just stuck here and have no clue,
That you'll never see my face again.


I always hated the way you smiled,
So crooked, And full of burning pain.
I could see it in your eyes, the vile;
I can still hear you screaming my name.



Time cannot heal what cannot be.
A broken mirror cannot repair its scars;
Sometimes we forget that we can still see,
And there's more than just a broken heart.




But now I am gone,
And there's nothing left to see.


You're all alone now,
This emptiness will set you free.



Inside these walls that will echo,
every time you take a breath;
To remind, It was all so long ago,
And every moment we shared is dead.


Buried in the darkness,
Reflecting from your skin.

My face was yours to keep,
But you could never know my sins.



I wish I could've touched you once,
You always felt so real.


There's the light, And dark in some;
Some have only fear.


And in the end, Everything fades away,
To become a memory in time.


Even though you're only in my mind,
You'll always be on my mind.
Pauline Morris Jul 2016
I take care of everyone and then some
When will my turn come
Will anyone ever take care of me
They just float on the breeze
The weight of the world is on my shoulders
I'm getting wore out crawling over the boulders
I set freedom
For the people of the world
To understand what really happen
When you don't have freedom
Without eating and drinking to fill
Your belly.

Helping others is an achievement
To be able to let others be free
That is Wrong from being stupid
Like doing things you hate to do
And feel uncomfortable.

Freedom is ready for everybody in the
Universe today
To felt an holy spirit to have freedom
God is I am who I am
And I believe what god say.

If freedom is everywhere
God is everywhere in the universe
Freedom is saving the world
Saving the world is freedom
So let there be freedom today and
Tomorrow.

               By K-mari ©2016
Freedom is the key for saving the world and helping others.
they are different
    just look at them
their skin color  their clothing  their speech
their customs   the way they move their bodies

we like them as tourists
they leave money in our country
and then go home again

if they buy the house next to us
THAT’s different

it takes a conscious effort
to see them not as aliens
    but as our neighbors

lest we become aware
that all of us are aliens
in most countries of our globe
D Jun 2016
Don't tell me that you can't see it
I was never there and I can feel it
Her fingers in your hair --
Ten daggers piercing my heart
I feel it still and I'm trying to breathe
But it's tearing me apart
My lungs are filled with the poison
That she left lingering on your skin
You say it's all harmless; you're only friends
Then why do I feel so afraid?
Like any minute you'll be walking away?
Don't tell me I'm only jealous
I hear it in your voice
You're guilty and in denial
But you still have a choice

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Yume Blade May 2016
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Poetic T Apr 2016
My heart was a collection of string some pulled
too much dishevelled in arraignment others played
a melody that reverberated Upon a soul but all
were tugged in one way or another.

It was who was playing them at any given time,
friend, lover, all played the strings in a different
way. I was like a string quartet, I was performed
in many an angle in different ways.

Play my heart, make this vessel mimic your needing's
on any given day. but please don't break my strings
as this are the only ones I play, emotional selotape
is easily snapped once you erode the rhythm away.

I have a tune each different to those I meet and how
they feel it should be played. But its still an instrument
of my life, it doesn't need to be pulled all the time.
Its of feeling so be gentle as my strings need rest ok.
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