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TabooWhen I first met you...
you revealed your dark ideals.
Yet, others don't understand...
the way I truly understand you.

Your ideals are considered taboo.
You interest yourself in dark things...
like a cult performing dark magic...
under a black and sinister moon.

Your mind is dark and dirty...
to those who do not understand.
Yet you submerge yourself deeper...
into that deep dark taboo.

You search for one to understand you.
Yet, nobody chooses to listen to your taboo.
You're being forced down a long and dark tunnel...
one deeply full of darkness and hatred.

Yet, I am one of the few who understand you.
I understand your deep an

Poisonedmy tears drip like LSD
corrosive as acid

when you wear them
like contacts
the world
is cheerful

but when my eyes close
and the walls
of mirages
fall to the ground

all that is left
a cruel place
called reality

Forever NeverI pull into the drive way, putting my legs on either side of the bike, cussing myself for not adjusting it before I took off. I begin to walk it forward trying to get it under the covering only stopping when I drag my leg across the white rose bush. The thorns only had a second but they did damage. I manage to get the bike under the car cover, and pocket the keys. Something about this feels so natural, but another part is afraid to go in. I pull the other keys on a lanyard from my back pocket and walk up to the door. As I swing the door open I am afraid that I will be greeted with dust, and bugs. But, as I walk in and flip the light putting t

So Much Love Is HateRain falls from cloudless skies,
The pain you've cause revealed
In my two teary blue eyes.

When you hit me it made you feel so tough,
Now I've got two broken legs
And I'm trying to walk it off.

You get your power from making me feel so weak.
Now I have two injured lips
And I can barely speak.

You screamed at me and told me I was nothing.
My two ears can no longer hear
But I know what you said means something.

I carried your hate, raging hot like the sun.
My two arms are burned
Yet I carry on.

The Mess I MadeI watch her from across the room.
She's crying on her desk.
I remember what I've done.
All of the things I said to her.
I can't imagine how much it hurts.
I wonder how much it's affected her.
She looks deeply hurt.
I believe that the scars run deep.
I've heard her talking.
She wishes I was gone.
This is quite a mess I've made.

Our DownfallOur downfall was to let others determine our actions.
Our downfall was not talking things out first.
Our downfall was yelling and screaming instead of talking.
Our downfall was not being able to trust each other.
Our downfall was fighting.
Our downfall was letting others dictate our relationship.
Our downfall was unbalanced love.

Drive"Are we nearly there yet?" Michael asks
His head pounding
His eyes closing
The parents sigh
Their minds on the map,
The road ahead
The pressure to reach home before nightfall.
His eyes rest on the falling droplets on the window where he rests his head.
The cars behind
Blow their horns
Preventing Michael from falling into the
Dreamworld
In which he is so familiar.

The cars beside theirs,
Identically stranded on the motorway
Each provide a different story,
A different life
A different past and future.
Michael's eyes wander into each of the square windows
Drinking in the wonders
Of Human Life.

A young woman,
Suit-wearin

BullyI am the boy,
Who dresses like a girl.
The ones who wears makeup,
And idolizes Jeffree Star.

I am the gay kid.
You call me a faggot.
You tell me I'm nothing.
Your words sting like bee poison.
Nothing makes me happy.

I am the cutter.
I slit my wrists wide open.
That's how I ease the pain.
I want to curl up and die.
Death is better than this.

I am the dead one.
A victim of a bully.
An innocent man.
The kid you told to kill themself.
The one who took your advice.

The Stories of Ten GirlsImogen walked through the hallway, head down low with her hoodie, its long sleeves covering her arms and her black hair covering her eyes. A lot of glares and whispers from her peers.
"Oh god, there is she is" she heard a voice. It was the typical popular blonde skinny girl that everyone loved
"She's such a freak" one of her friends joined in
"Attention seeker or what?"
Imogen, however, decided to ignore these mean girls and not tamper with their ways because she always knew the price to pay for retaliation. Suddenly, she felt something hit her at the back of the head, causing her to fall down.
"Emo!" shouted the jock who pushed her over

My pen and ICareful thoughts and many words
    my pen and I do weave,
from the shadows, from the depths,
    the darkness told to me.
Darkness growing ever closer,
    as the time goes by...
I stay awake to keep away
    the darkened dreams that rise.

That Girl was MeThe girl with blood on her pillow
Because at night, her monsters won't leave her mind alone
So she tears
At the never healing scars

The girl with burn tracks down her face
Tears just weren't enough
They couldn't show the loss, the emotion
So, this was her way of showing her pain

The girl with wire sewn lips
Because the world showed her
Her pleading words will never change a thing
She has no power to help anyone, so why let her try

The girl that has blackened feet
Bruises from walking a million miles
Following closely behind someone
O

Our Word is SacredOur Word is Sacred:

We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.

No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...

For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...

To create these verses, it takes a lot of

The Words I Didn't Mean

The Words I Didn't Mean

While I'm finally seeing you walk away
All I can feel is my fragile heart about to break
Just wishing that I could erase this mistake I have made

I'm slowly getting drenched as these old tears drip down my face
My veins will never forget the love and pain that was shown on this day
And now I will always be haunted by those words I never even wanted to say

The last of your steps echo
Please, please, please come back!
I'm swallowed by my sorrow
No, no, no you j

(All that is) GoodIn the dark is the light
take it back with all might
even to a hopeless fight
yet in the end is it bright?

My ChildhoodI loved them all (the handicapped, dark, and poor )
I do not know why I fall
below their heel
below their foot
why is my name
soot and ashes
they said I should be
buried beneath
they tried to do
with glee
they all tromped in
to the room that day
told me I should
go a new way
a way I never
they confused me
what did they mean?
So many years ago
now I know
they all told me
die alone
we need not you
your open mind
You
fight for equality
tell us we should not be
beating others down
into the ground
We
see you and
those you stand beside as trash
we need you to be ash
in the funeral Pryor
that is what you are wo

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Crescendo

by ~goneloopy, Apr 17, 2012, 12:42:40 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

The light of difference
Allowing us to soar
Commanding us to see
Something new,
Something more

Something more than you and I
Could have ever dreamed
Something that strikes in our
Souls a language far too
Unique to call ones own

Where the clear sky
Pours emerald irises
Peering into a new world,
A new generation,
Born where my tear
Dyes the enlightened current red

It is why today
Casts blue into the air
And a luminescent orb into
Our eyes
Reflecting on what once was
And what will be

It defines
The variation in my hair
Flecked with the drops of
Tomorrow and the
Ashes of yesterday's
Pain and sorrows

With this heavy pen I bare
My ivory skin soaks in the
Effortless passion of the free