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NeroameeAlucard May 2015
Hello Sun
you've come back around
after this harsh winter
to shine on down

Hello birds
you've come back from the south
from all the ducks and geese
to the common grouse

Hello trees
you're so bright and green
and.because of your pollen
you set off my allergies

Hello spring
you charming wily sod
you haven't changed that much
How long have you been gone?
Hannah May 2015
You were an acid
Destroying others
Making them nothing
And hungry for more

I was a base
An innocent mind
Eager for adventure
Reactive to a select few

We were neutralised
With me, you were tamed and docile
With you, I was someone new
Our beaker fell off the counter top

And
                                                        ­  s ha  t  t   e   r  e      *d
NeroameeAlucard May 2015
So today I rode the train home and as I got off I felt the spring rain
I looked up ash the clouds covering the sky and I saw your face among the bodies divine.
I thought it some strange mirage but I saw eyes nose hair and your smile made up of stars,
your hair a cosmic nebulae that shined on constantly
your dimples two planets, or that's how it seemed to me
it was a beautiful sight, your face comprised of things we found in the outer reaches of space
but just in case I made the mistake of pinching myself...
and then I awoke from that beautiful daydream of you and my subconscious went back to the shelf.
It's about someone special, I'll leave it at that
NeroameeAlucard May 2015
It's like it's picking
at my bones
my organs severed
I wish I wasn't alone
I used to roam
along the plains
they shot me dead
and left my remains
now I'm stuck here
no strength to move on
dying in the desert
where I belong
a crow found me
smelling rotting flesh
My body is it's meal
I must taste the best
the finest carrion, Sun fried to perfection
I hope it stops biting in that direction
this isn't painless but necessary
I wonder what they'll say on my obituary
"He was a good man, he loved music and his pen,
Poetry and stories were his arts, where he created his closest friends."
I wonder if all the girls who turned me down
Will look upon me with a tearful frown
I wonder what everyone will say
when this crow is through eating me today
Ever think of something and not be entirely sure where it came from?
g May 2015
it
happened
again. It’s happening
again. I can’t stand to look at
your ******* face. I can’t look at it
because if I do I won’t want to stop. I hate
myself. I hate everything. Somebody please
rip the organs out of my body so I never have
to feel again. Rip my heart out last. Let it keep pumping
blood everywhere. Let my blood run wild. Let it stain
the gross dorm carpeting. Let my blood get all over your
hands and scar your mind so you can never look at blood
the same ever again. Kneel over me, over my dead body. Tell
me how much it hurts to see me like this. Look into my lifeless eyes
and tell me how much you miss me. Tell me you miss me I dare you.
I’ll look back into your cold, heartless eyes. You never cared for me.
I was only convenient. Let me know when you get to my lungs so I can
Hold my breath for you, like I always do every time I see you. Let me
know when you get to my heart so it can stop beating like it does
every time I’m near you. Tell me you’ll miss me I dare you.
And once you wash the blood off your hands and you go
and hold hers forget all about me. I am nothing.
I’ll always be nothing. I am and forever
will be nothing. Because I
am just convenient.
Ella Gwen May 2015
he looked to you
for once telling me the truth
I realise I knew.
lunarr Apr 2015
w o r d s    and    "phrases"        
they begin to         lose
              their [meaning:]                         and        and
if they are spoh-kun(n.)                  over       over       over     again.
    for  instance  the  "phrase"
hi, how are you    is only   s a i d      to      trIcK
   people  (into) thinking  that they are
actually
interested
       which the   probability of that is   l
                                                                    o                 t
w o r d s    are OVERUSED                      w.            n
            ||overused overused overused||            i
and -not-                                                                  o
     used with !!!caution!!!                         to the   p
         w    h    e    r    e
   they begin to   lose [meaning:]
all i ask? is to d'o'n't'    become the boy who
  //CRIED\     >WOLF<
but instead of a    ^^^^
                                           you used
w o r d s      and     "phrases"
visual poetry
At   twilight,*  
in my deep slumber, 
 I roused to the rumble of thunder; 
with dense showers soaking me tender,        
Streaks   of   light   sparkling   like   cinder, 
 roaring     with     dander,       down    came     
T
      H
E

B
       O
               L
                    T

                              that       S       RUCK  *my fence.
Art of typography.
r0b0t Feb 2015
My heart, the very center of my being, has been locked away,
thrown carelessly into the expanse of space I hold so very dear,
locked inside a glass jar, a glass jar full of embalming fluid and Earl Grey,
to hold me inside, to contain me, to comfort me,
as I float away, as I watch the stars from inside my glass prison, my chosen media for viewing the galaxies that held me alive,
as I die among my hearts,
among the stars, each one another poet,
freefalling.
Spencer Dennison Dec 2014
The
arrow
flies through
the air to meet a
man, not in cheerful
abandon, but rather in da-
rk embrace, to become a part
of his life and to end it in unison.
Now
She
Wil
Nvr
Kno
Hee
Evr
Lvd
Her,
For
The
Arw
Has
Stln­
Him
Frm
Her
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