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Wide Eyes May 2015
With a frustrated sigh, she decided to wash her face,

The soap could seep through her flawed skin.
It could carry away with it the filth and the dirt that had gathered on her face through the day.
The gushing water and the bubbly soap could do wonders, but

Could the soap seep through her flawed mindset?
Could it carry away with it the desolation and the loneliness that had gathered in her heart through the day?
Her gushing passion and her bubbly persona could do wonders, but

She pulled her hair back with a frustrated sigh, and decided to wash her face.
Poetic T Apr 2015
Checkmate was the moves that followed me,
Each was noted as if known before I had stepped,
Frustration gained pace upon my fragile self.
Motion seemed stagnant and still,
My life was a dismal stalemate of defeat.
When all life feels like is a failure that builds upon each fall
Alexia Feb 2015
Driving down a familiar road
           Memories flash
                     Anxiety rises
                              Stomach turns
                                          Drive faster
Escape
                                                 ­                   Lose  control
                                ­                                      
                          ­   **Dead end.
Shayla Jade Dec 2013
Today I face the world alone,
because it’s how I feel.
Racing down a dead end road;
the signs have been concealed.

You said you wanna be together
and you were talkin’ 'bout forever.
I guess that I should have known better,
forever’s changing with the weather.

You’re falling off the trees like leaves.
You think you know what true loves means,
but I fear you’re just lonely;
I’m not the one who can complete.

All I want is honesty,
don’t make yourself hard to believe.
If you can’t, don’t promise me.
Don’t say you will and then deceive.

Honestly, don’t tell me honestly
when you aren’t honest with me.
Promise me, that you you’ll always be;
don’t say you’ll maybe be.

Cause I’d rather be alone than used,
my purpose not for your amuse.
Ask me to give my heart to you,
I’ll hand it over somewhat bruised.
Lyra O Jul 2014
Waste paper & ink
via corporate endeavors—
no doubt noble.
Vicariously sit still
or swivel around—
Oh, corporate freedom!
The aircon's never felt this
cold,
the coffee never this
expensive (& free, but
a mirage is a mirage.)
the elevator never this
wild & brimming with life.

Braindead oblivion
is a natural high.
First week at my first ever job—done. Next: death.
Chalsey Wilder Jul 2014
Two roads
One a neverendding cycle
The other leads to a dead end
I'm lost
And this map isn't making sense
My crying isn't helping
Neither is the rain
Why does a broken heart bring about so much pain?
Which road do I take?
Should I turn around?
Is this just a mistake?
No
Turning around is just worse
**** it
I'll take the dead end
The tears are still falling
But I am now smiling
Life is but a road that ends
I just want to have fun before it says "DEAD END"

— The End —