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Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
The fastest hand and the
fastest mouth, both
are just as bad as
each other
****** jokes aside, of course.
The hand that is quick to strike at you and the mouth that is so quick to spit venom at you, both are just as bad as each other, especially when you ***** up
Thanks, guys!
Lyn ***
Fritzi Melendez Jul 2018
i stole a cigarette.
no, this isn't a metaphor.

there's just times where I feel
like I deserve to be what falls in the ash tray.

I don't know why I keep trying to harm myself,
If things are going okay...

It's like, I'm so used to the torture and pain,
I don't ever want it to go away.

No wonder I had clung to my razor blades
No wonder I had clung to the trauma
No wonder I developed depression
and look at me now, stealing cigarettes.

Desperately trying to find a way to destroy myself
Fill my lungs with smoke
A stench that is more than just stuck on clothes.

It's the past, coming back to life
inhale
inhale
inhale more
cough

You want to smother these thoughts
Lose them in this smoke and fog

But no, there's no escape
Not even when the cigarette is done

The scars still string your skin
The pain woven deep into your veins
The ****** scabs you keep picking at

It's a coping mechanism
Or a way to slowly die

Is it that... I need to feel something, always?
Is it that... I have fallen in love with Death?

The couple of times, where he teasingly came
close to...
give me a fatal kiss.

Is this what I lust over?
Is this... what I want to feel?
...

In any case... this cigarette is still lit up.
Drifting me more out of myself.

And I disappear like the smoke in the wind.
I stole a cigarette.
A Simillacrum Jul 2018
I dream up lines
Philosophize
Spread a word
For the birds

The birds want
the bird feed

I swat the flies
Benchmark the binds
Stress the test
Do my best

The soul wants
what it wants

I've been too excited
About the things I learn
I've forgotten to hide it

The world is dark
The world is light
Which we define
Which we divide

Cut up and give a form

My heart is ill
I eat the pills
My mind is gone
I may be wrong

More often than I'm right

Lights in the skies
Here come aliens

While I'm on LSD
KJ Jul 2018
Pushing and pulling.
We push and pull at each other
like two magnets,
opposing and attracting
with every twist.

You push me away
and I pull you back.
I push you in return,
you pull me further into the dark.

We’re no good for one another.
We knew this wouldn’t last.
What did you expect,
when all the lies piled up.
Did you think you could hide them forever?

Lies never stay hidden.
The truth reveals itself in the end,
and often not in the ways we want it to.

Your lies were the final nail in the coffin of our relationship.

You were supposed to be my new beginning ,
my happy ever after
my knight coming to rescue me.

I realized too late that I dont need to be rescued.

I needed an equal.

Someone to pull me up when I fell,
not pull me down and drown me.

I needed someone to push me to be my best,
not push me towards darkness and deceit.

You think that you haven’t done anything wrong.
You love me, so how could you ever hurt me?

The ones who love us tend to hurt us the most.

You wanted me kept tightly in your firm grip.
You always “knew what was best for me”,
without consulting me.

I thought I was the one that didn’t deserve you.
You were sunshine and warmth wrapped in a human body.
I didn’t realize you’d leave me burnt and scarred skin.

I’m choosing to move on.
I’m choosing to forget.

You never deserved my devotion and defense.

Everyone warned me about you, they told me you were dangerous.
I didn’t believe them, I couldn’t see.

You’ve opened my eyes, for the last time.

So goodbye, my love.
Goodbye, my friend.

You won’t be invited into my life again.
Orchid Jul 2018
We will rise, Rise up to the earth.
Rise up to the skies, We will rise.
No waterfall will take us down,
No flood of rain or broken walls,
No white of winter can tear us up.
So why should tears destroy us?
We will lose everything at once,
But we will rise, rise up to the earth.
Rise up to the skies, we will rise.
And we can hope for sunny rays,
But what’s the use during lazy days?
So we will rise, take action in our pain.
Find comfort in our cries.
And when no one else can save us,
We’ll rise up on our own.
I swear we’ll be okay.
With all our efforts theirs no other way.
No heart of gold can help us,
If our heart is made of stone.
So let’s open up our arms,
And bloom through the rocks.
On our own or by ourselves
We will stand our ground.
Cause we will rise, rise up to the earth.
Rise up to the skies, we will rise.
The little town I’m from flooded recently and this is a poem I wrote for my community.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
No matter how the fire burns
How much the water swallows
How much the wind blows,
life will always find a way
to grow
short but sweet, hopefully.
Life always finds a way!
Be back soom!
Lyn ***
shiv Jun 2018
you will drown. you will rot.
this raw feeling of reality will swallow you whole,
and the only wish you will have
will be as to how fast it takes you.
stopdoopy Jul 2018
To Transcribe the thoughts
of perfection into words
would destroy the value
and beauty of her
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