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Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
Wait
These aren’t my hands
These can’t be my hands
What are they doing?
No!
Stop!
Cry!
Repeat!
I’m ok!
I didn’t do it
He didn’t do it
Who listens?
It glistens
The pearl of sin
Nobody wins

Wait
Those aren’t my eyes
They can’t be my eyes
The horrors they’ve seen
Never gazed on by me
Surely not
Look away
No!
Stop!
Cry!
Repeat!
I’m ok!
I didn’t see it
He didn’t see it
Who scoffs?
It stops
Time itself
Puts lies on the shelf

Crash!
Who’s there?
With torn hands
And vile eyes
A terrible stare

     Drink
What?
     Drink.
No
     Drink.
Please
     Drink.
It’s poison
     Drink.
I’ll die
     Drink.
Why do you want me to die?
     Drink!
I want to live
     Drink!
     DRINK!

     Drink from the broken cup
     Filled with lies I spew while you sup
     Now you know the cruel tale I spin
My love, I hurt
     Such a cruel
     Cruel
     Whim
If I was to confront myself... It wouldn't go well
Just Maria Jun 2018
I opened my whole heart to you
You closed yours to me
My love was pure and true
Yours was a festering disease

I was part to blame somehow
I've come to realize
If I knew then what I know now
I never would've believed your lies

I found the best kind of love
While you were being so cruel
I was able to rise above
And stop being a lovesick fool

I reclaimed my self-respect
And saw how much you were lacking
I was tired of your constant neglect
So I sent your **** packing
Just Maria Jun 2018
Life can be so cruel
I know, I've been a victim of its wrath
I dreamt of riches like a fool
But never found that golden path

I see others that have so much
But it's not envy that I feel
Just wish I had the Midas touch
Wouldn't that be ideal

I don't really have much wealth
But I have some good things on my side
Like my family and my health
And I also have my pride

So life and I will struggle on
I'll give it a run for its money
Not giving up till I've won
And  living in the land of milk and honey
cait-cait Jun 2018
ive worn a brand my entire life
that’s been
stamped across my forehead.

i believe that
everyone can see it,
painted red with little girl blood.

all my life people have taken chunks
from me, and all my life,
i’ve given people chunks.

i believe that maybe if i were different
i would be perfect.
im cruel, and im sorry.
I’ve never felt comfortable my entire life and i just realized it’s killing me. I did something I might get in trouble for and I’m scared.
EP Jun 2018
can you see me?
                                   (I'm not sure I'd want you to)
because
after all-
I'm just sitting here wasting in a world so fine
so full of opportunities
                                   (so full of horrors)
                                   (full to the brim of every hate)
so
tell me this,
can you see me?
                                   (I'd hate it if you could)
I  l o v e  you with my heart
                                   (but even then I'd never know where to start)
and I need you close to me
                                   (although I know I'll push you away far)

-EP
my blindness is my sight
Blake Jun 2018
As your chaste wings fluttered
     Sheer and slick,
Astonishing was your glimmer of beauty against the inky ghosts of older humans.
My inward-obsessed mind needed no first thought,
I pursued your trail hurriedly,
Climbing over tree logs.

Animalistic to seize you,
As I had yet to touch such a uncontaminated creature of beauty.

So when I finally reached your flight,
My greedy hands fastened over your so delicate...petite body,
Twisting your divine white wings,
Disfiguring you monstrously.

I chased home quickly fearing you may fly away if let loose.
When safe inside I unlatched you in my kitchen,
To find only a
paste of ravaged white limbs.

Nostalgia punching,
I used your paste as face paint
To hide my crime from your siblings.

Then shrugged my shoulders
Started my day over
And went to find another
And another...and another.....
Young butterfly
If the world is a test we were failures before birth
Christian Hicks Jun 2018
That I saw the end coming
Was nothing more than a curse
I was helpless to to fix it all
Unable to make meaningful change
You opened dark, wanton doors
You knew you couldn't close
Picking instruments of torture
From the bodies you didn't resist

My objections were met with cruelty
You brought forth sick resolution
Consequences that needed no bearing
The only choice given to me to make
Was which poison I would swallow
With but a smile and tranquil eyes
It's true, I am the one who left you
But you are the one who left scars
Nicholas Fonte Jun 2018
I went the long way home
Lined with their blood in snow
And in the fall I know
I have the right to be alone
And they took me back to the dome
And they took off the blind
And then they tried
Oh hell they tried
You can tear me apart
Crack my bones
But you still wont find
A heart
Khushi Batra May 2018
It’s about that moment,
Walking in the hallway,
Smiling at each other,
And that rushed “Hello”.

It’s about that moment,
Strolling at a park,
And looking into each other’s eyes,
And that amazed, “Fancy seeing you here”.

It’s about that moment,
Buying a coffee,
And asking for a change
And that surprised, “Thank you”.

It’s all about that moment,
The moment destined to be,
You and I.
-Khushi :)
i know, it's pathetic, but idk why, i really wanted to post this one!
thanks for reading! love and kisses!
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