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Christopher Mata Sep 2014
With our last kiss, I think you took my love.
With our last embrace I think you stole my heart.
With our last goodbye I think you kidnaped my mind.
Because I can’t love another and my inside are like these bottles …. Empty, and I think I lost my mind.
I miss the dimple on your left cheek because it was only visible when you smiled
I miss your voice because it always led me home
I miss the soft brown eyes that could see straight through me
I miss those 4pm texts saying good morning cuz you knew where I was
I miss those late night calls talking about absolutely nothing but just to hear each other
I miss the looks you gave me when I say everything wrong
I miss the touch of your lips against mine when I say everything right
I miss when you would tuck your head under my chin and it just seemed like the perfect fit
I miss waking up to you
I miss you
I look back down the road at all the arguments and problems we had, and I noticed one constant theme
It was me
I ruined a lot of things
I made a lot of mistakes but taking you for granite was the biggest one
I enjoyed the 465 days with you
I want 1,000 more
I realized what I want
I realized what I had
I realized what I lost
Many people don’t believe in second chances
But that doesn’t matter because all that matters is
Do you?
manicsurvival Aug 2013
Torn by societal views of right and wrong
The voices that once spoke to me are nothing but a long droning sound
Schizophrenics on a city bus screaming about being kidnaped and ***** and abandoned
Mad men on the street banging on a mirror
Yelling "*******!" only to say it to themselves
And self loathing isn't specific to the mentally ill
Or maybe it is
Perhaps we're all mental
Scars of teenagers disguised with bracelets
Bruises covered in foundation
Violence and danger and pain
Self inflicted
Glass glided against gentle skin
Blood oozing out
Only to produce a temporary high on endorphins
But still
A man banging on a mirror
"I hate you" he screams
"I hate you!"
Do we all hate ourselves
And resort to different means of coping
Risky ***
8 tabs of acid
a 27 hour trip
Terrified in spirals of rainbows and skeletons
Angrily playing the piano
Producing music that may as well be spun gold
Mozart's Sonata No.12 in F Major
Perfection
Not out of willingness
Out of angriness
Self expression
Expression from pain
We stare at violent images in museums and accept them as art
Maybe they're really a cry for help
Maybe the piece is meant to say "Help me, I'm dying in my mind."
But we are too ignorant and blind and we think its imagination
And it's really reality
Prozac Nation was not made for consumption
Nor for profit
Because I can assure you that millions of people are changed by that book
And it's not like Twilight or Harry Potter
It's more
It's the honest truth
What everyone thinks they are but aren't
The poem you're reading right now
May be the cry for help I speak of
The issue however remains
A close minded society that doesn't want to accept the fact that so many of us are suffering
The kidnapping of Brian Allan


You see Brian Allan decided to stay out all night because to his eyes his family were too boring and he went out and teased all the conservative men and yeah they were upset from what Brian was saying about them, they decided they don't wanna be conservative anymore and planned to kidnap Brian and lock him in the basement of a school, and then these men decided to take a few other kids with him, and every hour on the hour, the kidnapper would
Come down and push Brian and the kids down. Right to the ground
And then the kidnapper would say
You kids are going to suffer like ******* and Brian managed to get free and tried to dig his way out but fat chance, cause it became an
Impossible feat as the kidnapper came back in three him in the panel van and said you are going to die tonight. You will never see anybody
That you liked ever again and Brian
Was scared but he knew he believed
In previous lives but he really didn't want to die from this kidnapping and
He said let me go, why don 't give me back to the kids, they were having fun teasing me, but the kidnapper said. No mate your not
Getting teased you are my kidnap
Victim and I will make you suffer like hell, cause you are from the old fogie family and buddy you are still like us
And while you think that we are adults to kids when we don't need to be, you will stay with the kids till you
Learn the error of your ****** ways
And before Brian Allan could scream very loud, the gag was put tightly around his mouth and Brian and those kids were held captive there for years and years as they went by
And Brian was trying to say, I thought you were treating me like a little cool kid, to keep me away from
Adult worries and the kidnapper who
Claims he can only read Brian Allan's
Mind and said I am not ya fucken daddy buddy and then the kidnapper said, I have kidnapped Brian Allan away from being a different kind of kid, you see you are too shy Brian to be a actually family person, just hang around being kidnapped with the kids in this dungeon and mate you are way cooler than your family, they ain't getting kidnapped but you are
Yeah I have Brian Allan with the kids
Never ever ever to be an adult and
Brian Allan and the kids were struggling to get out and this forced the kidnapper to come in with his rifle and ready aim fire but Brian managed to get free and said. Would
You please let me and the kids go from your clutches buddy and the kidnapper yelled with a loud voice
Neh you kids are with me forever
You will never ever be good enough to be one of the young dudes and the kidnapper said I am one of the young dudes, you see kids I have kidnaped you guys to make me one of the young dudes and then as Brian Allan tried to get out the kidnapper put a Hand around Brian Allan's mouth saying you are no longer like us, man, I am anyway ok
And then after 6 hours from then, Brian Allan got free and untied the kids and they carried sticks to bash the kidnapper if he destroyed this little escape plan and they managed to get out of the cave and ran to the nearest bus stop and caught the bus home and the kidnapper tried to look for the kids one of the kids fdther, who was a hunter gunned the kidnapper down and killed him and
This fdther was let off with a suspended sentence because he was protecting his son
And Brian Allan wanted to change his life from that day and then after
4 weeks that kidnappers son who was worst than his father kidnapped
Brian Allan and kept him locked
Up in a cage at the local zoo, with the ferocious lions and Brian Allan couldn't escape, actually Brian Allan found it hard to get out and the duct tape was put really right around his
Mouth and Brian Allan was thinking this kidnapper was going to let him die and the kidnapper said, no Brian
I ain't going to **** ya, the ferorious
Lion is going to eat ya up while you
Are tied to this stake and then the kidnapper said heh heh heh heh heh
I have Brian Allan snatched forever
Brandon Conway  Aug 2018
Aeneas
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Kidnaped love due to ravenous lust
Brings a thriving city to soot and dust
Villagers armed ready with sword to ******
Defending till their doom due to mistrust
Survivors now trapped in wanderlust
Till one rises and gains all trust
Follow! Follow! Follow you must
Till Rome is found and armor rust
Everyday the sun rises,birds singing,
Gunshots in the Ghettos and still people
die. I give birth hoping someone is coming
To advance my life,so my new borns will
Indulge in my new blossomed life and
The ones i took feel pain for leaving, while
Delighted by the presence of God.

Everyday blood falls on the palm of my
Hands and still no one cares. Technology
Kidnaped my new borns while making
Their lives better and more improved

Well celebrated people in a banal try and
Still no change. Am on my knees because
Am getting weaker eveyday by mankind,
But i improve the lives of some, while it
Seems i hate the less fortunate. Am tired
Of mimic perfecting people, because reality is am getting close to my "slumber
Of death". The end of the begining . My
Fate revealed
Notes

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