Pimp and Rec Poems!

Pimping.

Title: Forgotten
Author: Myself (Lucky Strikes).
Rating: G

Excerpt:
"I'm feeling hurt,
I'm felling un-loved,
I'm feeling pain."

Type: Emotion.

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Title: Cutting Hurts My Sensitive Skin
Rating: PG-13
Type: Satire
Excerpt:
"I wept, I bawled, I cut it some more.
I sat in my room, called mother a whore. "

double.

Pimpin' :shifty
Title: Even Though
Author: Me
Rating: R
Type: Abuse
Excerpt: Even though I am cowering under the covers and whimpering like the frightened child I’m called, I can still hear the sound of the leather strap coming for me
Coming for me so fast it is almost like a sharp intake of breath

edit: I posted a story where I went to post a poem -headdesk-
Sorry guys!
I posted a poem in the pimp/rec xD

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TITLE The Walls.
AUTHOR Audrey Kitching;
RATING PG
EXCERPT You’re held up by the walls, just like a barrier between you and I,
You walk along the stone, just avoiding clever zones.
TYPE About death and realization of death.

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Title:Interdict
Rating: G
Excerpt: you better step back in the line, boy,
or they'll beat you back in time, boy.
Type: Smiths-esque lyrics.

PIMPIN'
Title: Wait.Stop.Rewind.

Author: Me (imperfect.)

Rating: G

Except: Made me feel like I was choking in bleeding
In a good way
I guess

Type: a lost lover, missing someone, love

Pimping
Title:Elegie
For the Title Challenge
Themes: Young love, letting go, bittersweet.

Eligíe
In remembrance of
a person quite alive –
a person quite uncommon still
a person who still smells the same.
In Remembrance,
congregation,
we are gathered here today
to mourn the passing of
just everything
he ever meant to me.

Pimping

Poem: Murdered Angel
Author: Me
Rating: G
"for all the purness she possesd she should have had two wings,
but other people resented it so they destroyed her dreams"

Please Comment :roll:

PIMPING

Title- Liar Liar
Author- shotgun.wedding
Rating- PG
Excerpt-
She said she'd listen.She didn't.
She said she'd help.She didn't.
Type: Being unable to trust.
Link: Click

Pimping.

Title: The Rules
Author: Moi.
Rating: G
Excerpt: So he takes his money and leaves,
But this time he has a smile on his face
Because he thinks he's in love.
Note: Written for a love poetry contest.

Title: Coils
Author: Moi.
Rating: G
Excerpt: This is the destruction, so full of beauty that ruins from the start.
The blazing feeling that leaves you in utter shambles,
Coils that wind like copper wire around your heart: electrify!
Note: Written for a love poetry contest.

This is why.

Author: me.

Reflecting, looking back over the last year or so and a certain few things that have happened to me.

Excerpt:

Never had any desire to fit in,
No, you should learn I won’t give in.

Keep getting shoved down by all of you,
But I’ll keep getting up; you know it’s true,

The First Step

Author: Me

Type: Not sure. Emotion, maybe.

Excerpt:

Sometimes you find yourself stuck
in the middle
of what you really think
and what you meant to say.
And it hurts when
people you might have cared about
go and stab you
in the back.

Sketch.:

This is why.

Author: me.

Reflecting, looking back over the last year or so and a certain few things that have happened to me.

Excerpt:

Never had any desire to fit in,
No, you should learn I won’t give in.

Keep getting shoved down by all of you,
But I’ll keep getting up; you know it’s true,

RECC'D. :file:

Pimping:

Title: Seventy Nine.]

Type: Free Verse.

Excerpt:The light is fading fast and the world looks
to the sky, singing my, oh my.
White flakes cascade and whirl on the ground.
They have never seen snow before.

What amnesia affects us all!
Yet I see you there, permanently
looking at the sky, singing "My God, save me"

Link: Seventy Nine

Title: Dream
Author: Me
Rating: PG
Link: Pomes.

Mass Pimp

All G rated, all by moi.

Of Immense Social Importance

Themes: Prom, with hints of Stephen King's Carrie. Teenage socail divides.

And BAM!
Pig's blood
Sheep's blood
Sugar Syrup
Doesn't matter
Covered in
Sticky red burkha
Blue eyes open -

But she can't blast the joint apart

Unsonnet I

Evoke an entire person with a song,
A whole with every note being trill of voice
And chorus being a face

On Your Face, in Oldish Photographs

A love poem, of sorts.

You are not a person.

Seeing

On getting contact lenses for the first time :XD

The world loses it's poetry
And gains it's art of detail.

Mia Bell.:

Sketch.:

RECC'D. :file:

^______^
Thank you.

Pimpin'
Title:Sick and Tired of Blue Eyed Skies
Author:Me.
Rating:G
Excerpt: I used to look at the sky and see your eyes / Now all I see are clouds and gray skies.
Type: Sad/Anger
link!