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Premium Member The Ripping
You ripped me 
One word at a time
Shredded my smile
Pulled at my sensitivity
I was never strong enough 
To pull back my paper heart

You took the pieces of me
Arranged them in your perfect order
I prayed for the wind to come
Hoping I would be carried away
Flutter to...

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Categories: ripping, abuse, addiction, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Ripping
I rip and chew at my edges
Trying to eradicate 
Placate
Eleviate
My pain
The anxiety 
The part of me that threatens to freeze 
My mental disease
The part I hope no one sees
The inner demons I wish to appease 

The tattoos that your artistry 
Injected
Under my skin
With invisible ink
Yet...

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Categories: ripping, angst, judgement, mental illness,
Form:
Premium Member Ripping Light Bare
Beneath the hum of porch light
You caress my fragrant skin,
While these eyes undress a gaze 
Deepening breaths to ignite.

As we move like moistened curves,
From a heated rendezvous
I become a flamed woman…
A rhythm of dusk immersed.

And a thousand moths quiver
Glowing on open window
Of porch light’s swelling...

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Categories: ripping, longing, passion,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Ripping Christ
Holier than thou,
sacred as a cow
  anointed with margarine spread;
a Sunday to rest,
some socks and a vest
  and a penchant for laying in bed.
Sicker than sick
and thicker than thick,
  drugged with a heroin chic,
bright light beams down
through a crack in the crown,
...

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© Tony Bush  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: ripping, allegory, history, social, time,
Form: Verse
Ripping Apart At the Seams and Hopeful Dreams
Let me pretend 
Let me close my eyes and remember that this is a dream 
One more lie to help mend a ripping seam
Just one more moment I can forget how much my heart bleeds 
One more love that is less then what it seems...

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© Sejia Valo  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: ripping, loss, lost love, uplifting,
Form: ABC
Ripping Reality
Forever trapped, can't break free, I need out, let me be

Drops of falling fear, bursting into puddles of courage
Rivers run with oil, painting earth's mighty image

The sun finally warming me with memories of old friends
I'll follow them anywhere if my heart intends

Rise above the clouds,...

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Categories: ripping, confusion, hope, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Free verse



Ripping My Sanity
Ripping my sanity   

Here in the pit of a sanctified cavern
Darkness invades every pore of my soul
Grasping at walls made of stone, cut and jagged
Tearing my flesh as my fingers inscroll
Carving a poem of granite intentions
Phrases of love fall as dust to the...

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Categories: ripping, dark, lost, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Within the Ripping Soul
Within A ripping Soul
A feeling of loss in lore
Amidst the web of the whirling wind
On the eyes of the earth
Amidst the whirling wave
On the eyes of the seas

A soul emerging to grab
The edges of the complex world
It is growing and living in
To capture its entirety

The...

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Categories: ripping, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Ripping Me Apart
I’ve realized, lately
I don’t want to be seen,
I live in the darkness
Hide behind a screen.

Whatever virus appeared 
Attached itself to my heart,
It hasn’t left since
And it’s ripping me apart.

Because heaven descended 
And took them from me,
Just as I thought
I was finally free.

Funeral after funeral
They came...

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Categories: ripping, deep, depression, emotions, grief,
Form: Quatrain
'And How Does That Make You Feel?'
The pages meet my fingertips again
Tenderly guiding the ink, as if it were rotten bile
Channelling all away

To minimal change of my world
The illusory script does not function
To the disappointment of myself and the happiness of others
And again to my bewilderment.
The room spins even though.

A dumb...

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Categories: ripping, angst, anxiety, hurt,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things