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The only person who cared enough
I treated as if they were less than they were worth.

The only one in the night I could like
I completely ignored.

It’s not that I don’t care...

It's just that I don’t understand.

People pass by all the time.

Life is like a movie
except badly written
and always ending
before you find the plots points.

Frustration!

As someone calls out and isn’t heard.

Frustration!

As the news become stale.

Frustration!

As I sit alone and write my hate.

Frustration!

As you read and form your opinion  
and miss what I mean.

On golden ray days
my sky is black and green.

My thoughts are off and broken apart,
and within the scattered, shattered, shards
you can almost make out...

Something recognizable...

Something you could almost believe in...

Something you could almost see inside your own reality.
I know everyone dies
It’s fate
But just thinking
Truly thinking about it
Can get depressing
Your friends
Your favorite actors
Your favorite bands
All one day
Will be gone
I guess we live life
And we either die
Doing nothing
Or die
Doing something
It doesn’t have to be major
If you change at least one person
One person’s heart
For the good
You did something right
With your life
You died a legend
To that one person
"Don't do drugs"
Everyone always says
They're addictive
Self-harming,
Cruel in every way.
I pledged to be drug-free
Since my pig-tail days.
But then you crashed into my life
And blew everything away.

My worst addiction
Was the sweetness of your lips
My favorite destruction
Written in your fingertips
My worst obsession
The deep color of your eyes
My favorite drug
In your sweet little lies.
Poem from some years ago I feel too deeply right now. Happy writing ~ BM

(Front Page 10/7/17)
 Oct 2017 Randall Walker
E l l e
The last day of summer,
the last day of innocence.
The first day of highschool,
the first day of broken promises.
Grades count and friends being there for you doesn't,
Homecoming matters but studying is at a loss for words,
on how nobody gives a **** about anything.
We drink away our passions and generosity,
say cheers to the rebellious age of denial and addictions
to lonely nights and stale cigarettes
High School is pretty cool.
 Oct 2017 Randall Walker
Sky
Love is an open cage,
the door should always be ajar;
If you lock the other person in,
the bliss will only be brief.
If you leave the door open, so that
they may have
freedom
at any time,
Breathing is easier and a heart will beat long.
 Oct 2017 Randall Walker
soyun
There is a certain Beauty in Brokenness
And Purpose in Pain.
Your eyes
Are the most gorgeous shade
Of home,

Complemented perfectly
By
A smile the colour of love.
You who goes by "Lonely"
Yes you, who reads these rhymes
Please pause here for a moment
I won't take much of your time

You see my friend, I'm lonely too
In the dark with paper and pen
So I'm writing you this poem
and signing it "Your Friend"

Though I'll prob'ly never see you
nor ever know your name
I do not need to see your face
nor know your cash and fame

I do not care what color you are
how short or tall or fat
I'm weary of all these parties and creeds
So, for a moment, forget all of that

Yes you, dear friend, forget with me
Inhale this moment serene
where we are not opinions or castes
Just two humans with two glowing screens

Be human with me, simple and pure
For a moment breathe deep and feel free
then should you have the time, and a halfway good rhyme
Perhaps write a poem for me.

Signed,
Your Friend
This one isn't great, but I don't really care. I would normally throw something like this away, but the afterimage of hope made me wonder if maybe it would strike a chord with someone somewhere.  I promise to post more polished verse in the future, but all the same, thank you for reading. -ES
 Sep 2017 Randall Walker
h m w
He smiled at me and said 'here, take this'

It was a happy little pill of his and it would feel bliss

I smiled and gave him a kiss saying, 'thank you baby'

But what happened next forever will drive me crazy

Next thing you know I was spinning in my head

Then he wanted to bring me to a bed

His friends walked in and wanted more

So they all called me a ‘***** little *****’

My body was numb and I couldn’t move

I let out a scream but they didn’t approve

Everything went black but then again I woke

But to them it was nothing but a funny little joke

They locked me inside of a walk in closet

So if there was a stir I sure wouldn’t cause it

I blacked out again and woke in a different place

Treating me as if my soul were missing and my body were a case

Still I was unable to move nor speak

But he still said he loved me and kissed me on the cheek

I counted five inhumane beings on top of me moaning

One was even playfully groaning

I was disgusted and wanted it to end

But I knew that after this my mind would never mend

By now it would have been a little past three in the morning

Earlier I should have taken that adorable face as a warning

When they realized I was sobering up

They had an alibi saying they’d call this a hookup

When I could finally move my mouth again

I realized what had happened and felt heavy chest pain

They heard that I was muttering words that were incomprehensible

They saw me as nothing more than a body and that I was dispensable

They came up with a plan to hide my body in a ditch

I even heard one say, 'she deserved it, what a stupid *****'

I hit my head when they threw me on the ground

I only saw black in front of me and around

I woke up to a woman asking if I were okay

I only said one phrase and it was that 'I was betrayed'

What happened after that is irrelevant at best

All I will say is that I was nothing but stressed

This is my story and it happened two years ago today

Nailing an image in my mind that I was a targeted prey

I know now that I hold so much more worth

And I love myself more than anything on this Earth

Just know that these words have come straight from my heart

No matter how vile and disgusting this memory is, I can never restart

So I tried to make it a poem so it seems like some kind of art.

h.m.w
I am a ****** assault victim and I never received justice.
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