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Doppler

Worn down being February, dreaming of being January

Need to be cautionary

equally as scary

nicest is temporary

chant my name like I’m the spirt bloody Mary

the pain I suffered wasn’t temporary

dropping all the pain I had to carry

I’m no missionary, god darn visionary

Never going to call myself the next virgin Mary

How’s that for being secondary

Master of the personal attacks, poet or mercenary

Wouldn’t call my self legendary or revolutionary

‘he’s speaking about himself, could his ego get anymore inflationary

Trapped in a centenary only think its necessary sick of being ordinary

My mind is unsanitary, but I would say evolutionary

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Person attack!

The huntress

You’ve set the beast free ,need a solution

I’m going to go ask your mate Susan !

No one asked you to play piggyback

Reload my chamber for another personal attack

Why is the huntress protecting her prey

Oh you better wait for that day

There’s some bonds we should never break

At least you and everyone else drowns me in crystal lake

Want to tell me how angry you are

Then be nice to me .... how bizarre?

Remember remember the fifth of November

Lit a flame in me , created ember

Screw the PA and let me speak directly to you :

Yelling that you don’t trust me

See right through me

Wanting to hit me

Shaking because of me

Always blaming me !

Listen I’m numb to the pain

Something you can relate to in many ways right?

Thank you and goodnight!

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Cinderella

The first time in a while I want to hit something to feel a different type of pain .

I escaped my cell yet still insane

I’m shaking crying my eyes out

Unable to release a shout

What fucking right do you get to say that

You don’t get to walk over her like a welcome mat

Fuck !!

This is madness no that fun

This anger when my blood boils as hot as the sun

This isn’t a poem to be analysed and torn apart

No I’m just a man speaking from his heart

Everything in my body shaking

And I can feel my will breaking

You think it’s okay what you say

I actually love this girl day by day

My heart is broken

My inner demons awoken

I’m beginning to drown

Don’t mind this or me just having a mental breakdown

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Part of the job

So I asked my friend @lachicapequena to draw anything in the world and I’ll write a poem about it. She drew a detective so here is ‘part of the job’ :

Why would a person pick up a gun or a knife

Have the ability to take another’s life

Ripping a husband from a wife

Tearing each other apart like wildlife

There was this one case I’ll never forget

The murder of a young brunette

Her throat cut in the night

Her baby holding onto her tight

I walked up to the girl holding on

‘Where has mummy gone?’

How do I tell a child about This

How can I make her dismiss

I was clueless what to say

‘The person who did this will pay’

I hugged the girl and wiped her tears

Her body shaking with fear

Her mum was now lifeless

The baby left in a crisis

I grabbed the door knob

‘It’s all part of the job’

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Montgomery

Rise up! I said Rise up !

Grab my hand and stand up !

Understand everyone falls down !

We had enough of nerovous breakdown !

Everything can be flipped on its head

The best part of life isn’t when we’re dead

Now open your eyes

It’s time to rise !

Rise up ! I said Rise up !

Grab my hand and standup !

Understand everyone falls down !

We had enough of nervous breakdowns !

Have you not cried enough tears?

Or felt your body be influenced by fear

We all say we give up

Instead we should rise up!

We are not alone anymore

No more blood and gore

We been all through the pain

And realise how we actually gained

Rise up ! I said Rise up !

Grab my hand and standup !

Rise up no more hiding rise up !

Grab our hand and standup !

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My kink is writers reblogging each others’ work and loving and supporting each other

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Social pressure

Am I allowed to be me ?

You hold the keys

please let me free

What would it take ? Me dropping to my knee ?

Maybe I just wanna make my poems fresher

Oh wait I can’t because of social pressure

Maybe I just wanna make my poems fresher

Oh wait I can’t because of social pressure

I write poems about depression

Hoping they’ll have a lasting impression

It has appeared I have dug my own grave

And by accident became a social slave

Maybe I just wanna make my poems fresher

Maybe I just wanna make my poems fresher

Maybe I just wanna make my poems fresher

Oh wait I can’t because of social pressure

I wanted to help those in pain

To certain people that sounds vain

I want people to relate

But trust me I’m not gonna celebrate

Maybe I just wanna make my poems fresher

Oh wait I can’t because of social pressure

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A change?

I wouldn’t want to live like this

Not even for a second longer

But my heart clenches all its valves

And shrinks, and shrinks, and shrinks

Until my lungs are black

Because i want to make a change

But somehow I can’t

Too scared to take a step forward

In case i take a step back

And ruin all the progress

I’ve made so far.

I’ve worked hard these past few months

To get to where i am

Mentally, physically, finally.

But if i am to become who i ought to be

I have to leave all these behind me

Close my eyes

And step into the spotlight

Where I’ll either get applauded

Or ultimately booed off stage

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Amazing 🖤 plz go check out and show some support @wokeupgayer

my life feels like a twisted carnival recently, there’s a big tent full of people crunching on peanuts watching as i walk the tight rope. pointing out every time my foot slips and taking bets on which slip will be the last. they gasp as i recenter my balance by backing up. i don’t look down for that would surely be my demise. the task is deciphering my thoughts from the loud watchers below. none of which have walked a tight rope but many have tips. the yelling floods my mind and my legs almost fall from under me, when my thoughts finally grow louder than the crowd i exhale, step forward and walk. the rope dips as i near the end forcing me back and the crowd is loud with excitement and worry as i wobble towards safety once more. my feet hit the platform and my mind is quiet. the watchers are quiet.

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Life support

I just had a overdose

I wonder what you’ll diagnose

They all say its a phase I’ll be better soon

So they say over time we’ll all be immune

He sat there just rocking back and forth on the floor

All he did was beg for more

He only spoke to the voice in his head

They all assumed he’ll end up dead

She walked in head looking down and cuts all up her arm

They all blamed her for doing the harm

“Just take this pill’

Can’t they see that we might all be ill ?

Pain is not always visible

Beaten with words, never felt so invincible

I want to do die !

No wonder why she grabbed that knife

We feel like we’re drowning

Our demons dragging us down

Shame all you could do is look around

Thanks for the help I mean it a lot

But I guess In the world’s eyes ....

We’ve just lost the pot

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Doesn’t matter

She was 17 and a bit 

Fair to say her life was full of shit 

She was a beautiful piece of art 

Until you walked in and tore her apart 

Day by day by day by day 

She was beginning to fade away 

You lied to her face 

Now she only sees herself as a disgrace 

She walked in head up high 

Once again she wanted to die 

Can you imagine it from a outside point of view 

Clueless of what to do 

You led her to this pain 

What was there to actually gain 

Day 1 on her wrist 

Day 5 on her thigh 

Day 14 she still wanted to die 

Day 25 I walk into her covered in blood 

I tried and tried and did all I could 

You thought you won this twisted game 

Afraid to say ..... what a shame 

I stayed by her side because I knew she was strong 

I see you stepping back what’s wrong ?? 

It doesn’t matter how many scars 

 Anyone can shine like a star

The face she was happy to throw them away 

What did we have to pay to get to this day

Without you she dropped the knife 

And began to restart her life 

- lewis 

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I’m a poet on tumblr but art can take many forms by many different people. This one example of my friends art please if you want go follow her . She’s a artist and writer ( a little) 💜 @lachicapequena

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breakdown

am I trapped in this cage? 

Am I some creature you need to study ?

what gives you the right to analyse my pain without asking?

wanna to break it down for the author 

let the author do you the honours 

Tap Tap Tap on the glass 

dance monkey dance kiss my arse

‘ I promise I'll leave your work alone’

11:05 pm you’re blowing up my phone 

step of your high horse and take a step back 

and you wonder why I personally attack !!

don’t even get me started on what you do to joy 

get the message I'm not a whipping boy 

my first attempt was a miss 

all it did was make the rat hiss

get her to read this for you 

analysis this for you 

explain why this is another personal attack at you 

be ignored again by you 

replaced by you 

everything is fed to you on a sliver spoon 

I hope you get the message very soon 

- lewis 

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I know I do attack people in my poems but don’t think I could have justified my work any better than she did in this piece. Much respect to Bellatrix 🖤 please do go follow @bellatrixthekilljoy

No offence intended

A personal attack is not what I intend,

I don’t mean to hurt or offend,

The things I write just come from the heart,

I don’t intend them to tear anyone apart,

But at times I just feel so panicked,

So worried and unsure,

That if I don’t write these things down,

They bubble up to the shore,

I’m not the type to lash out at others,

I don’t like to scream and shout,

But at times when my world starts to crumble and fall,

When I feel I can’t get out,

The world starts to spin,

And I just can’t stop my heart,

It begins beating so fast,

And I just can’t breathe,

My pulse rises,

And my tears stream,

So I write how I feel,

Down line by line,

So I’m sorry if what I write,

Comes at you with a bitter bite,

But if what I write you think is aimed,

Don’t get self conscious,

Don’t get ashamed,

Because honestly hunny all I’m saying,

If the shoe fits,

Then fucking wear it.

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things that are nOt okay:

going through your children’s things (phone, journals, backpack)

talking badly aBout your kid to other people

insulting your kid both to their face and behind their back

“this is my house you have no privacy”

hitting your kid

compare them to other kids

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Another week

Another month

And then maybe I’ll see her

I doubt it

But something in her voice

Makes it seem so true