She answered without hesitation...
Her pride is beneath her feet....
She humble herself and conquered her fears...
Her scar makes her strong..
The wicked soul of a man is her ringtone...
A long night forgotten..
The unfulfilled promises with unbearable pains..
Betrayal makes her hate the other gender..
Her heart is shattered she is now tattered without a wrapper her naked body in anguished...
Her breast dangled her weist wiggle..
She loosen herself for her lover and now she is battered her heart is scattered with bittered remembered.. She curses the moment which she moan in pleasure and closed her eyes in honour..
She lament!!
Her pieces is beyond repair..
Years gone by, she searches for a repairer but found many damagers pushing so hard to taste the tasteless forbidding..
Categories:
damagers, 10th grade, betrayal, heartbroken,
Form: Free verse
right now, i do not want to understand
i just want to be happy and free with you
i know we are just excuse givers with brooms right now
i realize that tomorrow life will be our alarm clock
right now, i do not care about the what, the how, the when, or the why
i just want to enjoy this quiet time reflection with you
i know we are just dialogue damagers with shedders right now
i realize that tomorrow the rooster crowing will be our five lumps or a hundred back to reality
right now, i just want us to love each other in simple silence until
with a sincere passion, i want to follow the arrows of figuring it all out with you
Categories:
damagers, life, love, pain,
Form: Free verse
Let the breathing become tough
and the eyes quick shudder in rapping repetitions
Metaphorically I'm fine
In reality I'm screaming
as an odd teaming
of pupils gather here
to bare witness
take notes
Chore up the damagers and skip past their throats
Never mind
Thought there was some talk of speaking up
from someone who claims they heard something in the midst of whispered grunts
Where would the false prophets sit
if the subconscious is late to the carnival
Where will the unconscious lay
If the awake keep smashing up clocks
Admission of the hull taking damage
is a critical key
for a passive aggressors daily intake
of an optimists analytical glee
Observe
Change
Reorganize
But there will be change
there will be a costly account of a victim
and a differing view of what will occur
Sprout the ideas to shout
Dealing with clout
Reeling from doubt
It has to be made from the inside out
Categories:
damagers, art
Form: Free verse