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This love is like rock paper scissors, Cause every day, I will cut through your paper walls, Taking strips To form paper clips,  With which I will Hang your heart,  like a practice bag for my rock fists. Still you will embrace me In your dictionary, Where U and I are meant to be.  Like pieces on a chess board,  You will think we are king and queen,  But This king is just a player, Who never lose. So I will use you like a pawn,  Mate with you for fun, But when storm comes  After a knight fork, I won't hesitate to give you up.  That's just who I am , A boy who will lay your heart to sleep, On the path of the wrecking ball,  And when you get crushed by love, I will help you pick up your pieces, So You think I am an angel in disguise.  Really I am an angel, But in this guise, I am the devil, That will feed on your soul, Till all that's left of your whole is a hole You'd still ...

She soaked her only solace in a pool of tears, With body cuddling the pillow Like it could save her From the kicks, blows And harsh curses rained on her, As reality had made her it's punching bag. Her mind once tucked in like the sheets, Now laid in shreads on the floor, Ripped apart by the pain and fear Of what comes next. Too much to bear,  She opened the window to let the pain out But the wind brought it back, collecting the pieces of her shattered mind, And placed them at its mercy. But as each piece danced, Moving in Synch to the airflows, On a path to the moon, She reached and clung to a single piece of her sanity, To not lose her mind completely. This piece she planted deep in her heart with hope,  that the moon will finally go to rest taking the darkness with him, Hope that morning will come with an end to the mourning Of lost hope And With a long rope wrapped around the sun Dragging the shine to her heart, To grow her back into perfect...

The hope for a distant memory gone, A place in my heart you once belonged, at the shores of our time, When you desired to return. Returning to our alcove of Love, To the laughter and tears of you my beloved, A family of strangers, but you all I love, A carving for joy, that came from above. Made of rocks, shaped into a shelter, But I shielded you, from every weather, How you rested in these bowels when the stormy rain peltered. Childhood memories we shared, In passivity, but like a shadow I was there, A cold shoulder, your burden we beared, Like those nights, insomnia had you in fear. I am still a living memory of your tear, The hate residing in papa's cold stair, On a land mine, you treaded with care, But the resentment still sent you to the hostel. Now the cold holds my heart, tight in a grip, For the warmth of your presence, I can only plead, My bricks fail, and air stays stale, As These walls now wall an empty shell, A shell of who I once was,...

The stormy wind Brings with it tear drops To stand is strength But giants also fall Some say staying down Proves you're weak, But what is strength When you've lost your feet Not defeat. Just the piece that made you feel complete. It's easy to see Never easy to be To bear the weight of the cards that's dealt Is never as the pain of the strings of death Dying is living, and death is a new beginning the hopeless man still waits for the morning The mourning of an end End of his pain, The dawn of the day. By I.am_Oma.

When I think of what happened on the cross A man Died, but for all of us He was beating and hung like in a curse stabbed and crowed with thorns Not for any crime of his It was all my fault But He did it for my peace Little me with little worth Now the King's calling... Come on Black, white and all colour shade For you all have been saved  to the one who ain't got no preference  a place where there is no need for pretence  Come on To the one whose Love is never blind  Love that is kind  Love one of a kind   Love that is tender  One filled with signs and wonder Come on To the cross where Christ bled A place where flesh was made dead to a place of redemption  To be made free of sin and depression  Come on To a father and a friend  to the one who knows the beginning from the end Where help and mercy will never relent  to a place where his spirit will be felt Come o...

Bleeding Rose I cry , Like the rain drops from the sky And I ask myself why? Should I let my tender heart die. I'm broken Every time my heart is opened The shards of the pain ripping me apart For my misery has awoken Lonely me Where is thy walls that be? Shattered; who shall attend thy plea? For helpless is all I feel. To love again I see no gain To be one again Is a work in vane Scared Oh how I am scared My wounds will never heal Hurtful words you said Keeps me awake at night It's the symphony in my head Depression Weighing me down Like bricks for a crown Oh all I have now is reasons to frown But No more I will never fall Not for anybody Not now, never at all For I am the bleeding Rose Ripped off my petals Now you will feel my thorns For Hell knows no fury, like a woman scorned. About Poem: It speaks of a broken woman, a bleeding rose, whose heart  (petals) has been broken by the one she loved...not that deep though. About Autho...