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 Aug 2015
beth fwoah dream
lapping waves
the kiss of the water
the fire of the sun.
 Aug 2015
Storm Raven
You can beat us to the ground, hurt us.
Ignore our screams.
Pretened that we are fine.
Because kids can't be depressed.
You can tell us how to live and feel.
Tell us our demons are not real.
But we are just other human beings.
Looking for their own indentity.
Going trough darker times.
Just younger but not untouched by pain.
Just because we are younger doesn't mean we can't be hurt.
So yes you can be ignorant.
You can tell us that we lie.
But that won't help us.
Won't change a thing.
We are the depressed teenagers.
And we can't do anything about it.
So please stop reminding us that we should be happy.
That our teens are the best times of our lifes.
Cause if depression is the best we will get,
how much must aldult life **** then?
It is annoying that people think you can't be depresed until you are a legal aldult. 1 out of 5 people will ever experience depression (how long, how bad and how many times depends per person) and some of them will do that during, or even before their teens.
 Aug 2015
anon
I gave you the key to my heart
And you lost it on the way to her house
 Aug 2015
ryn
I'm poring over your words...
Sophistication beyond compare
I can only savour in gulps
Such fantastic fare

•••••

Your stars are sculpted out of porcelain
Whilst mine, white washed vinyl
Your haloed moon, commands immediate attention
Mine only hovers...
As elliptical paint over stencil

Oceans of yours brim full
Catching the shards from the noon day sun
When mine suffer from receding tides
Turning into stagnant estuaries
where water hardly runs

Myriad views from snow swept mountains
You paint perfect with delicate pairings
Stuck with a view from a porthole
Sometimes all I see,
are the vast expanses of tumultuous endings

•••••

Still poring over all of your words
They all weigh much
but soar like feathers on birds
Artform fit for gods beyond compare
Drowning in the magic...
Of your incredible fare
For all you writers; new and old! Thank you for your words!
 Aug 2015
nivek
you spin me up
expecting heads or tails

but I have learned to levitate
 Aug 2015
nivek
You left your light trail all across the dreaming sky
and I followed as far as I dare, as far as dreams can take you
and when the morning finally broke open the night
the time of half asleep, half awake, I awoke
and found your love letter of goodbye in my hand.x
 Aug 2015
ZL
past  midnight
my body and soul at fight

1am
I realize how sick I am

at 2
I fantasize about sexing you

at 3
I imagine things you can do to me

at 4
I'm still not sleep
still not bored

at five
I close my eyes

6am til 11
wet dreams appear
too explicit for Heaven

at 12 I'm up and about
licking my lips
hoping this day I can taste your mouth.
 Aug 2015
Julia Low
The act has closed,
and the curtain been called,
so ignore the applause
as your heart lays; stalled.

The director yelled "cut,"
as you felt the crowd cheer,
it ripped through your soul
and "cut" you with a jeer.

The mask that you wear
and the lines that you spew,
show nothing of acting,
just a mock version of you.

So catch the bouquet
as I hurl it at you,
enjoy your new penthouse,
that empty room with a view.
 Aug 2015
nivek
muscle always meets its match
and loses, in the end
 Aug 2015
mori
he asked her what she was
thinking about
she said she'd like to know as well
minds are known to be messy as hell
 Aug 2015
mori
*******,
*NICE
it is also 12:30 am. irrelevant
 Aug 2015
nivek
heading at a snails pace
on toward
the final deadline
one heart beat after
heart beat
scary and fascinating
one day will come
when I leave this heart behind
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