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Tanka 5Carved stones everywhereTanka 5 by zuko4444
As I tread hallowed ground
Of the innocent;
Those slaughtered for our freedom,
Is it so necessary?
Bite it.It's weird how people can go from loving to hatingBite it. by StarAdaptus
all I feel right now is a hate for love
I don't love to hate
This doesn't have to be anyone's fate
why can't we just be the same
Who am I kidding, no ones the same
That's all there is to it
I just wish I wasn't going through it
I hate it, but it's my fate to hate
why fight it
why not just bite it
I'm probably just kidding myself
I love you
you know I do
I Yearn from ShadowsI am humana species with so many traits and prospects thatI Yearn from Shadows by Nullibicity
it is hard to follow every change.
but I long and long and long:
I pine so acutely for a body next to mineA warmth besides my own.
Winding arms around myself, and gripping edges harshly, brings no satisfaction;
it only manages in furthering the ache my chest has fostered.
and it aches like no ache before.
Desire bubbles up within my blood, frothing in my chest with threats to spill
leaving me restless and with such desperation.
I never felt bonded to any man of choice, nor any curve of breast to hip.
I found no interest laying in the eyes mine tracked, only in those who desired to taint and destroy.
Perhaps I should let them defile my innocence, to crush my dream of roses and unending poetry;
Perhaps I should give up this useless vision of true love, and accept the bitter truth.
Poetry on the WindPapers sent flying into air,Poetry on the Wind by Nullibicity
words scattered and whispered by traveling winds.
By whom will they be heard?
I watch them fold and spread their thin, paper wings,
surfing currents, carrying these words
S o m e w h e r e . . . .
like tiny notes sealed within glass bottles, sent drifting on the sea.
I clasp my hands and hope my words will reach you.
You, who never knew my devotion to pen and paper,
but somehow saw this hidden 'something' that lay within me.
You, who occupies my late-night thoughts, and whose eyes the stars
try vainly to replicate
so many of my nightly hours are spent gazing at their depths and shine.
You, who was once my absolute everything.
and I miss you.
Coming OutIntimidationComing Out by Lost-Concept
"Don't," my inner voice forewarned... And as I pondered the fact that I should listen to it more often, the demon on my other shoulder kept begging. Incessantly pleading, beseeching, imploring. It would want nothing more than for me to get what I wanted (...or what it wanted...) Could my desires really be the same as that of a demon? I would be tragically crushed. We had been battling with this reverse psychology for too long.
I had been hiding and denying my sexuality for too long.
But I realize now
Why I can't relate
Why I differentiate
I can't understand
That I wasn't planned
But neither can they,
What would they say?
I can't be who I want to be
Living a life that is fake, sadly
"I'm not living,"
Battered, bruised, and beaten,
Crushed to conform,
Cold, never warm
Time to give in
Bring on the heat
To make me feel
Make me heal
"I'm going to tell them,"
But how would they react?
Would I still be intact?
In fact, actually, I'd be better locked away
BornIn the beginning,Born by Lost-Concept
Where do we begin?
In our minds, we progress
In our bodes, we digress
In our heart, to learn
What is right, we discern.
But what of it, forewarned,
In its nascent form
The inability to infer
Just why it differs?
No one can comprehend
Or pay with amends;
The prize of destiny-
A life of bigotry
A hateful word to confess
And they couldn't care less
For the reason it was condemned
For there was no one to defend
That it was just created that way,
But that's not what they say
They knew when it was born,
And adorned it with scorn,
FearIt festures in the back of your mindFear by bubblestx
never letting you forget that its there
It abuses you every chance it gets
Keeping you in the dark never letting you out of its grasp
Draining you of the ability to fight back
Then completely sucums you until fears the only thing you can feel anymore.
sickSicksick by aniqe
I'm sick of crying myself to sleep every night
Of you promising to hold me tight
I'm sick of being alone every day,
Of being accused all the way
I'm sick of being a meaningless thing
And treating you like a king,
I'm sick of being alone,
Of not being noticed or known
I just want some love,
None of us to be above
I just want some of your time
I want this to be sublime
But what I want you can't see,
And you just let me be,
Lonely and empty inside,
Knowing I will never be your bride
This is haw I go every day,
Trying to get all the way,
But I'm at the end of the line,
I'm dead, drowning in wine .