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 Feb 2019
Madeysin
It’s hard to forget the anger in your voice, that never left.
 Feb 2019
Madeysin
Locked doors and soft snores are the only thing that’s kept me safe
 Feb 2019
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Pulling my head out of *** just for a light day,
Things are not good on my end, you help the pain go away,
Storming out of rooms cause I'm sad the way this ended,
We were suppose to flourish,
Even though I meant it,
I would listen to the things you use to say,
If you loved me then you'd still be with me
anyway,
Telling me you are not like my exes,
They lack health,
I was so mad at the end , I told you to ****
yourself,
The same way he did,
He did,
He didn't love you like I,
Being comfortable with me left you in awe,
If only you could see the tears in my eyes,
Discussing all of our flaws,
Listen my girl I know you meant well in your mind but
Inside these little talks with me were just
a waste of time,
You and me both know it,
Although you don't show it,
But you did when you blocked me.
Silly me.
I never get any Justice for these *******
relationships that's why I don't want kids
to follow me,
I'd rather be with someone that want me for me.
©abpoetry2019

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/02/queen-lynn.html
 Feb 2019
Traveler
If I have to lie
About anything
Count me out
For now on
Truth is what
I'm all about

Get off my back
I have it here
I'm not hiding
This ******* beer

I'm not lying anymore
I am a lonely type of *****

I don't want you
But I'm in need
Will you hold me
While I bleed?

Catch the whiplash
Of my soul
I need more love
Than you could ever know!

I refuse to just simply lay down
Unfortunately
In my own truth
Is where I drowned
,,,,,,/.....

For now on
Make no mistake
My  heart is condemned
To this hurtful stage

No one gets scared
Or I will of course run
Then again
For now on
    I need “no one”.....
Traveler Tim
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqWRaAF6_WY
 Feb 2019
Abagail Marie



I was Fifteen.
You were twenty.
Torn and broken,
That's how you left me.
What kind of man are you
To act the way you did.
To break down and destroy me
I was just a little kid.
It's been five years already,
You'd think I'd finally be ok.
But I can still run it through my mind
As if it were yesterday.
There was beer on your breath
And your eyes were red
Twenty minutes later,
I wished I was dead.
You pushed me down.
You called me a *****.
Even after all these years,
There's so much left to fix.
You finally left me
The room just seemed to spin.
Even now I just feel disgusting
Living in this skin.
I don't know what made you choose me
Nor do I care.
Just the thought of seeing you
Is too much to bare.
I hope someday you realize
How disturbed you truly are
For upon my heart
Will always be this scar.
Jordan
 Feb 2019
Francie Lynch
How will we progress today?

Will we risk life attending Mosque,
Or have an affair with our spouse's boss?

Will we take the dog out for a walk,
Step on a landmine, use plastic straws?

Perhaps we'll play with our kids today,
Or call Amber Alert, wait scared, and pray?

Will we defy authority with a righteous tone,
Or leave our tail tucked, like a dog with his bone?

Will we gauge goods today for our Vegan menu,
Or show a distention as millions today do?

Will we drive around town for cheaper gas,
Or choose our pickings from picked-over trash?

Do you sling eggs and sausage for sub-minimum wages,
Or attend a visitation in a tortured MADD rage?

Will you tee off at eight, or do a spin class,
Or sit solitary watching the hourglass?

Did we place our script at the shiny drugstore,
Or wade across water to Jordan's fair shore?

Will we question the teacher at our kid's school,
Or play Avatar falling off our bar stool?

Did you set a reminder on your AI phone
For chicken delivery to your suburban home?

Will you lift copper tubing from construction sites,
Proclaiming your station in life gives you right?

Do I recline in my La-Z-Boy for a nap with a book,
Or teach someone to live with a line and a hook?

Will you take out your family,
Are you last on your list,
Will you reciprocate a handshake
Or raise a gloved fist?

Our words can't bind all our wounds,
Few are born with silver spoons,
We're not wrapped in silk cocoons.
A metamorphosis is coming
To this world of gloom,
A rousing group flight,
And it can't come too soon.
And I never even mentioned diseases.
 Feb 2019
Abagail Marie
MJN
I guess after a while it did stop hurting.
A few months, then a year..
I’ve been trying to get a grip, but
It doesn’t mean I don’t need you here.

Anytime I listen to metal,
Or when I’m staring blankly across the room.
I get this pit inside my chest,
You left me much too soon.

No one is ever ready to lose someone,
Nothing will ever prepare you.
It doesn’t just get easier,
I’ve just become numb too.

When I say it “stopped hurting,”
I just mean that I’m empty.
I wish that I could’ve saved you,
I didn’t see the cries until you left me.

The day I heard, I fell into myself.
I was working and began to cry.
I had to leave the office that day,
I’m pretty sure you probably saw why.

Somedays I imagine you’re still here,
Joking with me about the old days.
I wish I could still talk to you,
Or push you in the hallway.

Missing you comes in waves,
Most days I am doing alright.
Other days not so much,
That’s why I’m crying here tonight.
Missing you Michael
 Jan 2019
RH 78
Flooded lungs.
Last breath taken.

Crushed heart.
Laboured pump.

Aching body.
Lie still. Rest now.

Dry eyes thin mottled skin.
Lids closed.

1 last memorial laid for a Husband, Dad, Grandad, friend.

R.I.P. M
Death comes to all bar none. Father in law passed. R.I.P. M
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