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NOLWAZI JOUBERT May 2015
Like shoting bullets you throw your words at me,
with that little heart i have,
you knew they will penetrate in my heart and leave me bleeding.

With that anger and pain covered with your gentle words,
i know that you are hurt.
With the smile on your face from ear to ear,
i know you broken.

"No turning" thats the story,
"No forgiveness" thats the song,
"No love" thats your stress relief,
yesterday is gone, tomorrow is here to stay,
but surely that song in you mind will once be erased.

Like shoting bullets, runs down those tears,
like shoting bullets, your words decieved me.
Fell into the traps of your words,
but like a swift bullet, i learnt to drift away quickly.
George Krokos Apr 2015
There’s a story about hyperbole and rigmarole
that may have something to do with rock’n roll
though there are many who will not think so
because it really depends on what you know.

The amount of garbage that is spread around
is more than enough to stay on the ground;
if it doesn’t get buried in some landfill
may in time continue on its journey still.

When we say one thing but mean another
this can be confusing even to your brother,
and if it gets in the ears of someone nearby
may be passed on without questioning why.

Word of mouth is a form of communication
which doesn’t need any lengthy explanation
yet it can in fact get the message across
irrespective of what is said to one’s loss.

Nowadays there is so much ******* and crap
it’s hard to distinguish just what isn’t a trap
to lure people into believing what’s being said
regardless of whether or not they end up dead.
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Written in 2013.
Jan Harak Mar 2015
Such a beauty cannot go
untainted for long
even the prettiest rose
will grow herself some thorns

Luring your naive pray
in your arms, your twisted game
make them stay, and then you slay
the thorns of you will be their end
Wait...
They don't love you like I love you...
sund0wn Mar 2015
It seemed like
You were laying a trap
When you said to me
"Do you want something more?"
Every word's a trap to your lies.
Every thought pushes me down,
***** me into the ground.
My shadow and soul wait,
waiting for you to let me out
from the dark stain of your perfect life.
Blood runs red,
lies run dark.
There's not one spot
that's a spark in this storm.
You put impostor thoughts in me
replacing the ones of healing.
I'm breaking out but of these chains...
but why do you keep dragging me back
into this cell of destruction?
S R Mats Mar 2015
You said, "I love you."
I hear your echoes even now;

Although our love has fallen.  Down
With the trappings of human sentiment.

Who needs LOVE, anyway?  Not
I.
Not sure this is a finished piece...
grim-raven Feb 2015
Jack look up to his mother
The one who is trying to have a peek through a corner
Inner thoughts went inside his head and started asking
What the hell is she doing?

Mother went down
Asking Jack to sleep now
But Jack still wants to play
So he asked for an extension today

Mother said that it is not okay
Old Nick will be back any time of this day
The door beep
Jack needed to sleep

Jack went inside the closet
Counting the numbers of teeth he has left
As Old Nick went inside the room
Mother's very quiet while Old Nick created a "Boom!"

Jack can hear mother's cry
As Old Nick's punches fly
Jack can't do a single thing
He is just 5, what a poor thing

There it goes again creaking
The bed started bouncing
Jack can't see through the dark room
Jack doesn't know his mother's doom
This poem is inspired by the book "The Room" by Emma Donoghue.
Lesoulist Feb 2015
Struggling is pointless, as I am chained by myself.
With these weary scraggy arms, I threw the key as far as I can.
I didn't know what got into me but all I knew was I am "trapped".
I long hid under the shadowed wings of someone elses sweet lies,
Spoiling my innocent mind.
Torturing me gently with their alluring soft whispers.
All the while, without me in my conscience,
They're taking away everything that is mine.
Grabbing all that they can have
While I was enjoying the fact of being blind to their tricky traps.
I don't feel that I am already paralyzed
Because it felt like I am in the fullest of my beautiful sleep.
But when I woke up, I can do nothing about it at all,
Either will I get back all my belongings,
For I had been cheated.
Mari Anjelyn Jan 2015
Chasing* person after person
For a very wrong reason
Throws you into a trap-like prison
Filled with lies, a personal treason
ambiance amplified and gravitas dead inside
drink alone, danger zone, shot the Jekyll, saved the Hyde
cut my seat belts so my doors wouldn't beep, though
I creep with a fleet of conceited banditos
to the park, skip some rocks, play the shark, shuffle birds
find the narc, go and knock, make it bark, no one heard
a million reason to stay awake wide-eyed tonight
ninety-nine *******, one problem: you're in my line of sight
black & decker woodpecker, fur-trap chop with my power-drill
trill wagon, cool dragon flagon of honey mead on the window sill
unseen fiends mean for stones out beating streets to smithereens
you only live nine times: shake the earth, **** the silver screens
pair of sweet, pear-shaped tweets for you to meet in the suite,
they can show, you can see that they know how to greet
enough throwaways to keep boost mobile open
enough light reflecting princess cuts that they think my neck is frozen
touch fuzzy, get dizzy
tlp
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