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 Apr 20 om4r
Poet
RUN.
 Apr 20 om4r
Poet
You can’t sell fire
Because you can’t see the flame
It’s invisible
It’s not yellow
Red
Orange
Blue
White
It’s
I
N
V
I
S
I
B
L
E
Invisible
You can’t feel it until you get too close
So the fire pushes you away
The fire loves you
It doesn’t want to hurt you
So it burrows deep into your heart
Into the parts that are too scarred for it to burn
that is
Until you get hurt
Until you reach your breaking point
Then all of you is scarred
So the fire
Comes out to play
You can’t sell fire
But if you see it in others eyes
It’s because they’re so scarred on the inside
They
Can’t
Feel
It

R
   U
       N
            .
 Apr 20 om4r
Poet
Sure of it
 Apr 20 om4r
Poet
Why did I have to love you?
Why did I have to care?
Why did I let you in?
I knew you were poison
I knew you were out for blood
But the worst part is?
You
Don’t
Know
It
You think your doing the right thing
The anti-hero
“You’ll thank me when your older”
But that’s where your wrong
Because when I’m older you’ll be gone

















































I’ll make sure of it
 Apr 20 om4r
Poet
Grow Up
 Apr 20 om4r
Poet
They always tell me
Your mature for your age
Your an old soul
But though my skin grows
And it will wither
My soul is the same
I’m not a kid
I’m not a teen
I’m not an adult
I may seem mature now
But soon
I’ll be childish
When I’m older
You’ll ask why
Can’t
You
Grow
Up
 Apr 20 om4r
Poet
L&H
 Apr 20 om4r
Poet
L&H
I loved you
But I never
Loved your actions
Your hate
Your hurt
I hate you
your ‘love’
I hate it
The way you say I’m your world
Then push me into the raging currents
Because you say it
I think you hate me
But it’s a lie
We’re in ‘love’
The way you think it’s love
I hate it
I hate you
This is my attempt at a reverse poem
 Apr 20 om4r
Blue Sapphire
I am broken,
don't fix me.
If you find me in pieces,
don't collect me.
I am replaceable,
just replace me.
It's quite easy.
 Apr 20 om4r
Poet
/_\
 Apr 20 om4r
Poet
/_\
I used to draw on my arm all the time
Nothing big or elaborate
Just a triangle
One triangle
Then I wouldn’t hear the end of it
Everyone complaining
Ink poisoning
Future punk
What’s next, a motorcycle?
So I stopped
I stopped drawing that little triangle on my wrist
Right above my pulse point
But with it
I
Stopped
L I v I n g.
A triangle was supposed to be the strongest shape
It was supposed to make me strong
But I wasn’t even strong enough
To let it stay
Just a small note I didn’t think would be obvious if I didn’t say anything the “I v I” in “l I v I n g“ is supposed to make it look like the ‘v’ is trapped by the two ‘I’s
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