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Scar...I take a scar for everything they say.Scar...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take a scar for every stare, growl and word that the throw at me.
My heart and mind can take no more abuse.
So now I stare down the barrel of a gun.
I'm starring down this barrel, but it's not me who will pull the trigger.
They will do it for me, but it's not because they are nice.
They have their fingers on the trigger and I'm just starring.
They pushed me to the edge and gave me the gun.
So now I stand here waiting for the courage, to let them push me over.
I'm falling but it's not the fall that will kill me.
No, it's not the fall that is my death.
The gun is firing, but it is not the bull
Addiction?When I'm not thereAddiction?5 years ago in Open More Like This
I am not okay.
I miss my friends, they're
Up near the Bay.
Being away
Gives me pain
Like an addiction
To my home, friends.
I can't
Function
Without them
Without it.
My friends are my drug
My home is my drug
How can I break the addiction?
Why would I want to?
_Cipher__Cipher_9 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
_CIPHER_
by: Vanessa Mason
[section 2.0 / version 2.1]
I / O
OFF/ON
asleep/AWAKE
dormant/conscious
0utput/1nput
b0dy/m1nd
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dreamscape
landscape
real space
head space
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you awake
to find your mind
entwined
in cybernetic binds
where time
is kept
with point(.) and line(-)
duality
in code and sign
You find your body left behind.
a symbol, a cipher
a code of opposites
collapses place
erases case
in this transcendental space
base instincts find themselves replaced
or superseded by the interface
digitally meditate
you disconnect
from fl
GamesGamesGames7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two can play the game of love,
(and so it must be two),
So true it is.
It is quite a dangerous game,
For if it is to be truly a game of love,
Then both will win and be forever happy,
Or both will lose and perish.
Be sure to win.
She's Willing.She's willing to hold onShe's Willing.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until her fingers bleed
to her only faint exhausted hope
that one day he'll sigh in her forlorn ear
I love you
She's willing to weep astringent tears of worthlessness
into the sheer obscurity of the night
even if
in the end, which seems so unbearably far away
he isn't worth it
but she keeps thinking and hoping that he will be
She's willing to keep idolizing him
and be liquidated every time h
You wouldn't give a damnI don't think you realize how much it hurts me.You wouldn't give a damn7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And even if you did, what the hell would you care?
I'm just one of those random girls.
If you saw me on the street, you wouldn't take a second look.
That is, if you even decided to take the first one.
So many other girls walking on the large street,
All of them more beautiful and charming than the next,
All of them more beautiful and charming than me.
I see the way you talk to her,
Giving her all of your undivided attention.
You don't even care that I'm standing right next to you,
Waving my arms in desperation.
You just keep staring into her eyes, hoping I'll go away.
You know what'
LossI'm detoxing, from the human condition. I've never been born, and I've never died. Though I know I must be dead. Because withdrawal from you is death.Loss7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That must be what it is: detox, withdrawal, cold-turkey. An intravenous drip in veins, white walls surrounding me, sterile white, but oh so dirty; there is nothing clean about this process.
My mind feels like acid; my limbs, my torso, my body-out-of-body. Acid. The drug kind, the corrosive kind.
It's because I'm progressing into something… Something truth-filled. To the brim. Brimming, shinning, warm… cold…luke But shinning, always shinning. Shimmering in euphoria.
I'm becoming ether. I
addictionaddiction8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thin scarlet lines etched into pallid skin
Cut through the numbing passage of old pain
Crawling like spiders' legs along my veins
This is my hidden secret, my form of exculpation
Drifting ever so slowly toward an unseen basin
Internal wreckage and sordid stories
Wash through my brain, dreams of forgotten weight
My extractions – a butcher's masterpiece
The old lines are pink, my skin is their host
Others tinted brown as a dying ghost
Yet always lingering under my skin
New forms of tragedy still wet with chaos
Tiny icicles trickling softly down
Above this mess my eyes will hover
An intricate maze of Technicolor
The only passion I
AddictionDo you ever wonder what it might have been like...?Addiction9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If Life had taken a different turn,
maybe stopped for a few minutes,
allowing you a moment's orientation
in the vicious, multi-colored whirlwind.
Strip away the hard skin of everyday living,
that concrete mask that weighs you down.
Surely you're tired of it by now?
This silly game we play
where the stakes are so high,
nobody takes it seriously.
It's almost addictive, isn't it?
The rush of blood
to your head
of pain or pleasure.
But was Life enough?
The everyday stresses,
trials, success and failure...
they only made you want more,
and you found it.
Who ever wanted this?
Fix It8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Why She CutsShe cuts to feel no misery...She cuts to feel no pain...She cuts to remember the happy times...Such as dancing in the rain...She cuts to forget her feelings...She cuts to remember she's living...She cuts to remember there are people who love her...She cuts to live happily...You take that away...Her one reason to live...And she kills herself to forget you....Why She Cuts6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
~Ducky a.k.a. Mercy
AddictionHer name unimportant, her story untoldAddiction6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her heart left open, her dignity sold
She had an addiction the kind you can't beat
The addiction to cut and make herself bleed
It started as an answer, a cry for help
But her soul had dried out, not tears to cry left
In her heart she felt empty, the lacking of love
And even though her mother cried, no one could care enough
So one last time she locked the door
She brought the steal across her arm, let blood drip to the floor
She dropped to the ground and drowned in her tears
Her life was cut short, only living a few years
Her name was unimportant, yet her story was told
The poor girl with an
Steve Irwin - Crocodile HunterSteve was a daring manSteve Irwin - Crocodile Hunter7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet passionate kind and true
Here's to all the great things he did
To Entertain Me and many of you
Taming crocodiles and reptiles
From the small to the Mighty
Green, Red all colours too
Even ones that are stripey
With a smile on his face
Whatever the case
And his famous phrase
Oh Crikey
So here is something just for you
That we all should not be blue
You have fans out there, that show they care
And appreciate the things you do
So wherever you are
And whatever you do
We will do our best
From here and now, forvermore
Make sure we remember you
From day to day I loved your show
I just wanted you to k
No More HeartbreakI fell in love with him;No More Heartbreak6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He took my breath away.
I felt so alive
each and every day.
I looked forward to him;
Simply seeing his face.
That was all I needed
to put me in my place.
I became excited;
I thought he loved me too.
And the more I told myself this,
the more that it seemed true.
I finally believed it;
Clung to this hopeful thought.
I didn't know what I'd do
if I discovered he loved me not.
But I was soon to find out;
It just came out of the blue.
It ran through my mind one day:
"He couldn't possibly love you."
I was so filled with doubt;
I couldn't see any light.
'Cause I knew he didn't love me;
Nothing was going
Poem8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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The Clocks Stay StillIt Seems like im sinkingThe Clocks Stay Still7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Faster every second
And its getting hard
To keep my head above the water
Theres times we use to talk
And laugh about nothing
Why do those days
Feel so far away?
And now it only seems
That you still hang on to dreams
And you have no faith
In this world we live in
And now it only seems
That you only confide in me
And the clocks stay still
But you keep on going.
When close my eyes
I can still sense you next to me
The feeling of joy
Is just a distant memory
And now it only seems
That you still hang on to dreams
And you have no faith
In this world we live in
And now it only seems
That you on
addictionaddiction9 years ago in General More Like This
have you ever been an addict. and im not talking
about the hey-i-like-to-do-this-alot type of addict.
im talking about the
if-i-dont-get-it-right-now-im-going-to-fucking-blow-someones-head-off
type of addict. im an addict. ive never blown anyone
to get it. i dont think i would. but i havent been
given the opportunity to either. the reason i say 'i
dont think i would' is because i like to pretend that
i still have something thats mine. dignity, pride,
standards. but i know i would easily toss those away
just to get it. i know because i have. so all i
really have is it. for one hour. for two hours. for
fifteen minutes
The Rev - Untitled PoemIt's amazing that the world can keep spinningThe Rev - Untitled Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after you have left it.
We all saw the topic "Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan" and we all thought,
"What did he do this time?"
We continue to read the words,
"It is with great sadness and heavy hearts"
And our hearts also sink.
This could not be possible.
Of the five he seemed the most
immortal.
First we think it could be a joke.
That the guys are messing with us, teasing us before the release of their new material.
Second, we are stunned, as are our bodies;
they quiver and our mouths hang open.
Overcome by the realization that this is no jest.
He is gone from this Earth.
Thirdly, we beco
Love Is..Love Is..8 years ago in General More Like This
Some say love is overrated.
Some say love is everything, and they couldn’t bear to be apart from that special someone for more than a few hours.
Some treat love as a game, untrusting and manipulative.
And with all this speculation, you wonder how many people really understand the meaning of love. So many people try to think of ways of saying it, to make it mean so much more; some say it just because they are words of flattery – because it is what the other person wants to hear. The truth is, love is so much more than just words. Love is expressions, touches, experiences. Love is growing together as one. When you find that person
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