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 May 2015 Klvshp0et
Abby Nichole
The reality is
He won't seal your cuts
With all his sweet kisses,
He can't excavate
All the demons from your mind.

The reality is,
HIs hugs won't put
All your broken parts back together.
His texts won't make
Your entire day brighter.

Maybe his kisses
His hugs,
His texts
And his words
Can be a temporary fix.

But the reality is,
If he really loves you,
He'll make you fix yourself.
idk my bf is cute
 May 2015 Klvshp0et
Christina
Loser
 May 2015 Klvshp0et
Christina
Even though my heart
Is black and blue
The only one who lost
The game- is you.
 Feb 2015 Klvshp0et
Sinai
Selfharm
 Feb 2015 Klvshp0et
Sinai
Why do we enjoy
Breaking our hearts so much?
We share images of terror
From the other side of this world
Then call it ‘beautiful’
We listen to music
That tears our soul to pieces
We watch movies
That we know will end in tears
But most importantly
We fall in love
Like it’s not the number one cause for broken hearts.
 Nov 2013 Klvshp0et
Danger White
You are no longer asleep, but there's  no way you can be awake.
Being awake doesn't feel like this.
Being alive doesn't feel this cold.
Your eyes are open.
Your heart is beating.
Your blood is pumping.
But there is nothing to see,
There is no drive to your heart.
It's running on fumes of empty hope.
Your blood is intoxicated with lies.
It no longer flows life.
You are the living dead.
Full of organs.
Capable of physical expression.
Dead of purpose, meaningless in intention.
Here is to you,
The living dead.
It has been a very long time since I have written creatively. I feel I've lost my spark! This is my first attempt at getting back on the saddle.
 Nov 2013 Klvshp0et
Stephanie
Forever I wondered,
Now so clearly it seems,
For I am a Vessel -
All who go, go through Me.

I am the checkpoint
At which some decide;
I am the stop sign
At which others realise
How far they have gone,
That they must keep going,
That all One can know
Is always worth knowing.

I am the Traverse,
The others climb aboard,
As more move through me,
The more am I worn.

Now I am the subway -
Diseased by character,
Ridden with burdens,
Yet having to nurture.

But with all the damage,
How can I fulfill
My obligations
As a faithful Vessel?

My strength is the fuel
I use to keep going,
But no one fills a tank
Empty without knowing.

I won't ever blame you -
Simply staying on track.
But a train broken down
Goes neither forward, nor back.

So stuck here we'll be,
'Til the "Check Engine" light
Reminds you of Me
And you put up a fight
To repair what's been lost
Throughout years of hard work,
Jumpstart this vessel,
And revive your Traverse.
 Oct 2013 Klvshp0et
Shari Forman
Neglect is the worst form of pain.
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