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Fat, ugly, beaten, destroyed. These are the feelings they cannot hide. Tears, sobs, whimpers and pain. These are the things on their brain. A wrist, a knife, a cut then blood.
@littlekitten. My mums comes across as a nag,. But she's got it in the bag,. She's kind and caring thoughtful too,. She cheers me up when I am blue,. When I was little she'd play with me,.
My mum is simply the best. She stands head and shoulders above the rest. My teenage years, I was such a test. But thankfully with patience she was well blessed.
Starcrossed lovers, It was meant to be. Starcrossed lovers, Soon you will see. Destiny brought together, My soulmate. Destiny brought together, Two people for fate. Dreamless nights, Of you and I.
She's a beautiful Phoenix, Risen six times. Face of an angel, She's just my kind. We're perfectly imperfect, Only great at being bad, She's perfectly imperfect, The best I've ever had.
Listen children listen well. To a story I shall tell. We hurt our Mother Earth you see. And now the world is crumbling. Acid rains fall from from the skies. The burn of the clouds stinging cries.
(For a talented writer @LittleKitten). Defeat the bullies. By standing tall. If we stand united. Then they will fall. Don't be perturbed. By what they say. Don't let them spoil. Your mood or day.
I'm sorry is all I hear, But you lie and it's very clear, All those nice things you've said, Echo inside my head, Because now I know their not real.
On my opuss comments I have had someone putting me down, I don't understand which left my delicate face in a frown. On many of my posts they have a lot to say, It even happened today.
Bathroom mirror, All a-mist, Why oh why Do you insist, On pointing out All of my flaws. Might throw you on The bathroom floor. Oh bathroom mirror, Why so mean.
When the bullys started Quite a while ago I didn't understand it And all the stuf You need to know A gradualy acsepted That i wasnt "Cool" The bullys felt so big I didn't enjoy school Some one...
Love is a nice warm feeling inside. Love is the bright shining guide. Feel so strong with love by your side. Fly so high with love you glide. Lust is a thrill that's hard to beat.
I'm a rightful. Sight sound taster. Mind full of insightful safe and sound creations. Mind deviating is a disaster. The flows there to master. Life's master flow is faster. I want to taste a rainbow.
Your love is my drug It runs through my veins Feeding my brain, turning my crazy to sane Soothing my soul, and easing my pain.
Oh, dear, oh, my, 'Tis quite the mess, Come take a look, you'll never guess. The perfect sight to make you sober, It looks like Hell has frozen over.
Why do we have blood on our hands. Fighting over lands. We fight in wars. Just to unlock nightmare doors. In the battlefield lives are lost. For power it's not the cost. Settle this maturely.
___ | \ | | | ~~~~| #shapepoetry |SSSSS| _______ | | / / \ |SSSSS| \_____ \ _ / '——— ' ~~~~~~~~~~ To apply all that fake, My heart; it does break.
Some people say love is bad and you should be careful with it and once your heart is broken, you'll never be the same. I think love is good. Here's a poem that includes both points of view.
#Colourchallenge. Her ultra violet rays. Pierce my deep blue mood. With every word she says. She breaks her way through. The energy she fires. My defence can not withstand. She looks me in the eyes.
I’ve been to Wonderland, I’ve been to Oz and back Still my one true love has a name called black, In its depths the ultra violet spectrum hides, While I dream eternally in its purple tides.
Can you feel all the emotions in the air, Love, happiness and care. It fills me with emotions when I see someone smile, It only happens every once in a while.
Totally painted in silver. With pigeons all over his head. Wearing silver clothes. Perhaps he's dead Fred. Normally you see a singer. Or a musician to make you sway. But we've got Mr Metallic.
The beauty. In the sunset. Soon to disappear. Lest we forget. The wonder. In the sunrise. For some it seems. Too bright for their eyes. The softness. Of the clouds. The white ones so calm.