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When writing this poem/song, I took inspiration from the greatest rapper of our time (in my opinion), Tupac Amaru Shakur/also known by his stage alias, “2PAC” while listening to arguably his most popular diss song called “Hit
i don't belive in justice as if the intangible thing you stole from me could be replaced with an apology and time
You, my dear, are nothing special. No more significant than the dust On your unread books. No more important than the stale Ambition in your eyes, Or the grey clouds in the sky.
I am your burden The God you called out to that did not answer They failed me for the final time I came begging on my knees Skin torn and bleeding Having walked thousands and thousand of miles
Karma will come for those who are lost Karma will come for those who have a cost Everyone's done wrong, for justice there's mercy for none. There's no point in hiding from the scales of judgement,
Putrid fumes were emitted throughout the 7 gardens of Ardenia-- The matrix of hedges led to a different pathway Scattered along the periphery of the Nutbush Alexandria Malitissa --
Before this pyre we stand my son, Within this hallowed shrine. Gods, let the flames be seen throughout Hispania one last time.
The babes of my breasts have left the wombs of there mother's hollow and barren In refusal of a world that no longer bears my fruit
I'll cut you off. It'll be easy. Like a wart from flesh, though not as fresh, I relish the day that you confess, As I step on stage, wearing the very same dress, I wore that day when you professed,
What drugs made you think of me, My helpful little helper bee? The pollination of disease, Upon your naked worm I feed, I wish that I could free your soul, My whirly, girly, rolly-poll,
In the Jungle, there is a mystery of darkness and wonders; There is a war between a mighty beast and a man. They kill for pleasure and for vengeance;
you think you can play with my heart boy i’m not a fucking harp. you think u can treat me like shit sexualize me just to submit. i’m not a part of your little game, your big charade
The things you said were more than words: Those evil barbs you fired my way Were meant to hurt, to crush my pride So stunned, I had no words to say - I took one on the chin and once
SAINT MARY OF THE SEA POSTS A LETTER: TO THE SIREN HUNTERS, BE WARNED i saw what you did when you made sure no one was looking
The King of Ash I am the King of Ash, And the King of Ash is me. All around, The scorched ground, Tells of awful travesty. Embers crackle underfoot,
You wanted to screw me over? Tear me open to tear me apart. Well, guess what? You’re the only one getting that part. I’ve got wit, class, skill, Ready for the kill. You’ve got charm, lies, an arsenal
Monkey see monkey do, Monkey's gonna murder you. Monkey knows the way you sneak, Sees the company you keep. With a collar around her throat, Monkey's gonna make you choke. Monkey see monkey do,
Pin prick after pin prick and thread after thread, we are nothing more then stitched smiles onto burlap faces that sit on workbenches of lost people. These chapped-lipped apologies seem stuffed and overflowing,
Once upon a dead man’s dying wishMy war waging, a blade to my heartFriend’s we once called,I to youYou to IThen by what calamity bringsYou call to our loved ones,Justification, brittle
I wish to paint your carcass black, Show you all the dark thoughts I've ever had. I wish to tear you limb from limb, Use my anger To show you the pain I'm in.
Eden was never a symbol of perfection Aphrodite was never a symbol of love Love to the Greeks meant madness, meant that someone had fallen too far
Knew he wasn't the one first time that I met him Wondered how many girls he couldn't haunt But if he's a jerk then I can be a beach Killing his reputation for revenge
once upon a time our lives were intertwined the right way the love we had so sticky sweet rich like batido de mamay* flower garlands lockets locked hands
I. Heavens flicker and take fire. The Earth takes its final breath Trembling, Stained, Defiled. Dreams gained with certain loss
Once upon a time...There lived an ogre in the clouds. He had all the money in the world from a golden hen, He had the loviest music in the world from a golden harp.
I waited there for hours, You said he would be here. I can’t believe I listened, But I won’t shed another tear. You have hurt me for years now; You promised me a new man.
The clock strikes 2 am As I wait for him To blow down the doors The phone rings That is probably him I answer it It was not my husband Rushing downtown I run through the doors
that crawling feeling when you're feeling all alone that buzzes from the depths of your soul to the teeth in your skull to the tips of your fingers, bouncing on the keys,
Thank you for the help Every day I walked in to your room you looked at me with wrath Any paper I gave you, it was not good enough
Could you ever get it through your head that the love I have for you was realIt wasn't something that just magically appeared and knowing that the love I use to have for you is gone is what brings me to so many tears I can't help but to cry a pudd
On the night spirits rush outside of the door The fire grows larger, singeing the floor His heartbeat grows faster, denying his will
Starting now, She shifts in disconsolate fear. Days passing one after another, It seemed time encumbered her thoughts. Faces tell her she is alone. She forgets faces. Years now,
O Hunter ! Beware of the fury of a wounded tigress for if not treated with love and care
"The shadows are long The shadows are dark They always lurk They leave no mark The shadows are big The shadows are deep The shadows fall As the world sleeps The shadows return
The beast is inside, the opposite path marking his deadly ascent All I could feel now at this moment is the raging fury I feel upon seeing the bones of those who failed before me
Gen’rally, as pirates go There’s something that you ought to know If you’re looking for some friendly sands, Don’t winter down at Ireland There’s a Scottish Scourge, by name MacCaddock
Instead ofbeing the onewho hurts,Becomes the onegetting hurt. Embrace, this is me.No.
Singer 1: It hurts me to hurt others And you deserve my pain As much as you deserve A trip on heaven's train Singer 2: My anger's hit its tragic end But I'm more hurt inside
The Dreams of Tomorrow Contest entry for Payne County Youth Services 2015, 8th annual contest. As of 12/12/15, results and placements have not been released yet. When they are, I’ll post that in an edit if I placed.
Your beauty was overwhelming and your smile seductive. The words you used were endearing but destructive. My days with you were fantasies, and now my days alone are torture.
I'm a liar. I'm a fake. I plant a kiss on his lips, A smile on my face. I don't care. I play hard. Rumors spread Cut like glass shards. I'm a liar. I'm a fake.
A spark then a flame. A fire
Have you ever met the devil?
I don't want to be the fire burning gold and dancing through your veins,
Tiptoes, softly, gently steering he towards me, and me I'm fearing thief of childhood ever nearing INNOCENCE OF 8 EYES DIE
I am a venomous snake in the tall grass Waiting to strike and kill those who pass Acid is weak compared to me That corrodes and decays peace and glee
We played a game. It's called "love". The rule is simple: whoever falls first, loses. I played honest, and you played a role. That's how you won.
Just stand there
The screaming has ceased
When I'm gone they'll say they loved me They'll claim they had no hate But the reason that I'm dead Is because they came too late The ground will cover me now As they gather 'round to watch
Take solace in rage
You have my heart,
So tired o
I would like to cordially invite you to dinner. Goblets filled with putrid blood,
ALL SHE WANTED WAS AN ICY
Confrontations in every conversation
I saw my chance and took it, chopped him down. He did not see me coming, the old clown. How could he? I was carful and meticulous studied for weeks I did, oh the wickedness of me.
Surprising how easy I fall,
On the bed and on the bathroom counter I lost track of time, maybe two hours? I completely devoured the passion you were incredibly lacking and got a high of pure satisfaction
His carefully constructed kingdom of sand
The waves of fire, roll across the sky. The stained ebony river flows beneath the bridge, that bears witness to a murder. And the frightened elderly man- the eyewitness to the
To loose such ties is something that I can’t explain.
all i have is this yellow chair. it's dusty and chipped, and from god-knows-where. it was sitting in a pile of your shit. i think i stole it from you when we split.
It is said to be best served cold. It grows in your soul incripting like mold. Such a sinister idea, an evil from the inside. From the dawn of time to present day. It infects everyone of us worldwide.
Sometimes little things remind me of you and the horrid things that I'd like to do like get Brittany Perry to fuck your boyfriend or beat you to death over and over again
The power of revenge can overwhelm ones heart.... it can fill you with rage and hatred and tear you apart... sometimes revenge is like cold water on the hottest summer day...
My heart is of a cold bottomless chasm Ever since you left me in this barren and wretched world I seek for your comfort and embrace Yet, everything is still in my way
It's been almost a year And I'm still crazy All of the memories you've left me Haven't become foggy or hazy. I hate you, God, do I hate you And your perfect life Leaving me broken in my garage--
766509, please raise your hand. To the school I was but a number, feeding money into the stands. What I say I mean quiet literally because money is all that mattered. The students saftey, or ablity to learn
Careful, now, I daydream softly, As the clock strikes one by one, Only a lifetime 'til that saintly bell tolls, but until then, the prisoners must suffer. I hear the voice that makes my starry mind pucker,
Isn't she beautiful? Tall, lean, full of youth. Full of confidence in her Blood red dress. No one knows her, But everyone wants to, Her past consumes her, Too much to bare as
What a beautiful color, red, she said And smashed it down with her hand Orange is pleasant as well, I can tell! And crushed it according to plan. Green, so keen, a fervent shade
Label me, bitch. Dyke. Fag. Tranny. Label me, bitch. Freak. Creep. Queer. Label me, bitch. Geek. Dork. Fuck up. Label me, bitch. Whore. Slut.
She paints her lips rouge Donning the black dress and matching hat Putting on pumps and a veil She is going to a funeral Bidding farewell to her final betrayal This entity has no heartbeat
This is it. That moment you have waited for Your whole life! So why is it joy you feign? And tears you shyly wipe clear, From your eyes? Is it not glorious? As fulfilling,
Amidst gothic bewitchery and roaring seascape, I delve into the cryptic conscience of primal instinct, shadows sprawled behind, mouth agape, Of trivial human things I could hardly think.
Burning, Blazing, Blistering. The sweet taste of revenge Coats every inch of my throat. Scorching, Searing, Sizzling. Eyes on fire, I can't breathe. My target is all I see. Seeking you out.
On a chilly Autumn’s night With the fire burning bright Two lovers are lost from sight And a crow takes its flight. One year later The crow returns While in the distance The fires still burn.
If failure had a word, I guess it would be me, You crushed me, Destroyed my confidence, When you didn't even give me a chance. What do you know about hardship? About art?
One, two, three Step on me four, five, six Grab some sticks seven, eight, nine Now you're mine ten, eleven, twelve See you all in hell.
You’re a disgrace Every time I see your face You get replace instead of misplace For your actions that took place` You nutcase with no race I will retrace your birthplace And efface it off this space
Death to my right hand He has betrayed me He lied, stole And crushed my soul Hmm that was smart No one messes with me I'd kill you myself If I knew where to go You can't run forever
Doubt, doubt, whine and pout Sore, sore, because you know nothing anymore
Theres one thing i've learned about love, They never come with protection, So we are all forced to go raw. I was forced to fall in love with myself, Simply because nobody else will.