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  Dec 2017 Inkveined
Tim Tyler
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Time never Stops
It haunts me
It taunts me
But sleep never arrives

Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Sleep isn't here
It taunts me
It haunts me
But it never appears

Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
I've been waiting for hours
It taunts me
It haunts me
  Dec 2017 Inkveined
G Rog Rogers
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Disorganization
is the mother

of Destruction.

-R.
  Dec 2017 Inkveined
Jay
Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep

Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much

Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart

Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves

Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.

Damaged people love so well

They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.
  Dec 2017 Inkveined
Lexie
Oh that you were made of light
But I still crave for you in this darkness
To sleep with all that I can never be
For I am never enough on my own
To understand how to live
In a world as dark as my own
For the sun will be a long time in its rising
So the stars still cling to the sky
The moon she is full, and pours out tears of ice
Into the heavens to crown the earth

I am just this darkness
As you cannot see
I am all you never want to be

I am a good friend
To wreath your secrets in my shadows
And I cling to your broken pieces
Even as they split into my skin
Splinters of heaven, they find their way
Racing through watered down veins
To find a dark dark heart
With the quietest of mouths
And the most unconventional of minds
In the strangest of places
For shadows are not something you can seek
And life is not something that one can keep
  Dec 2017 Inkveined
Toni
Maybe its just me,
but I hardly ever see poems about happiness

Is it because the bad times outweigh the good?
or do they outshine them?
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