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themoonman Sep 11, 2011

Straight to the Heart

That is the way, at least, that's what they say.
You know, those folks, with wisdom words so wrong,
while fucking up the words to every song,
because they just can't leave well enough alone.

trochaic attempt;

That’s the way, at least, that is what is said.
Knowing folks, with wisdom words so wrong,
fucking up the lines in every single song,
all because they can’t leave any thing untouched.

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China Blue Sep 10, 2011

Livid(Olym[pic Workshop Anger)

You say you want forgiveness
For all of the wrong you've done
In putting the blame on me

My blood runs cold
At the thought of this
Then begins to do a slow boil

Leaving one
Seriously ill
To fend for themselves alone
Gone from sun to sun
Without so much as a call home

Undergoing so many tests
Not knowing what was wrong
I could have died at anytime
Left ill and on my own

What hurts the most
Is the lie you told
To those that offered their help

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Eduardo Cruz Sep 10, 2011

Knowing You

When the world seems
Dark and gloomy,
You shine upon my life
Like the morning sun

You are the moon
With your nightly beauty
that helps me rest
In peaceful sleep

The stars blush
At the brightness
You project
Upon a poor soul like me

Your are like the plants
Which bring the air I breath
And each breathe I take
helps me live for you.

The calming waters of the earth
Are as free as every thought
You impart to me
With clarity to my tortured soul

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Hooded Stranger Sep 10, 2011

Voice

Burning words drenched through
soaked with fuel
spiked with poison my
venomous soul
once trapped
suffocated
banished within
my serpents tongue
Forked and forced into a
curl
so tight
breathing life of fume
and dancing flame
beating as one with rage
fighting to
unfurl
like the torrential force
of the coming storm
with rapid erosion
a crushing wave
streaks of lightning
crack open the dark
with piranha teeth
these words spiral
spin, bite and

S
scribbler Sep 10, 2011

"ROLL"

A black smoke column grows in height
in New York on such a fine fall day
and it leads to a wondrous sight
heroes running toward it, not away

At the five sided eagle's heart
another shining silver spear of war
signaled a new existence's start
but condensed resolve within our core

In Pennsylvania's cool crisp air
when passengers foresaw their fate
heroic actions sprouted there
the first charge against the ones who hate

K
Kailashana2 Sep 10, 2011

mnenomic Dali

the tipping point
turns
the road is smooth
but not yet traveled
creature comforts for a fool's paradise,
what do I know, for example?

the night is long and dark in the algid breath
of winter and spring comes on forever
no matter the discontented hour.
I'm just an old fool sometimes,
my body is my cage, my mind a sharpened weapon
lacking courage to pluck out my own eyes, strange
thoughts govern;

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Esker Sep 10, 2011

K O N T U S I O N

lay beneath the window
where the cool breath
falls in across the sill plate
through the tired metal
screen that holds the
squares of opaque rain

each crucial star a beacon

each breath a prayer
on fresh sun dried sheets

"Our souls are imperfect"
we spoke aloud reading together
as the pines gathered the brilliant
dance of dusk
the lake shivering with gusts

we bear the imperfection like
a contusion on the mould

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Roscoe Lane Sep 10, 2011

Standing Moral, or Grave Reason...

Standing Moral, or Grave Reason

What fate awaits me behind your withered look
is it but a friendly death or tortured consequence
Why would death befriend an idle miscreant like I
would I have deserved this blessed relief.

What and who gives you the right to torture souls
with your inefficient intellectual public school ways
No moral standing I would wager did you attain
under those marshalled mind manipulating masters.

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lou Sep 10, 2011

Anger , strong adult language - writing with emotion workshop

Skank
Fucking mother fucker
makes me want to rip heads off.

Two bit male slag 
Can't keep it in his pants
Whips it out when ever he can

Want to destroy the arse holes
Of the species
Castrate scum suckers of this world.

I'm not a violent girl 
I'm meek and mild 
shouldn't let you  do this to me

But my blood boils 
Feel the need to massacre 
when I see you dicking me around