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Nêijî Sep 2018
I create a feeling for you,
Which I don't know where it comes from.
Little do you know,
I'm picking up the feeling
Everyday in hope you know,
How much I care.

I create a place for you,
In hope you'll stay with me there.
No, you don't.

Maybe I care too much,
Maybe it's all my fault.
b Sep 2018
i swear i was born for the train.

slow and convenient.
high maintenance
and free if youre lucky
but cheap if youre not.

i can

get you close enough to
know youre lost.
a kink in these wheels
might send us flying.

//

i am so far gone
and past. the mold on
these leaves smell
much of home.
and i am giving my
skin for impossible deeds.

to rid us of time.
to live when i please.

in some way i feel
as though i am not living
if im not being hit
by the scaffolding.
a world is being built
while i check my
clothes in a passing window.

i will say words i regret
on this train, but they are
words i mean. like cyanide
for the agent i will die
for my cause if it cant
**** me first
Denise Uy Sep 2018
I'm not great like the ancient Greeks.
My door is tattered, unoiled, and it creaks.
The glass coffee table now in pieces,
mirroring thousands of broken perspectives.
The clothes on the floor, reflecting the messy
internal view of my life.

But I can fix it, can't I?
I could oil the hinges of my door,
brand new like it was before.
I could buy a stronger table,
no longer dysfunctional
and unable.
As for my clothes, I'll just fold them back.
It's really not a daunting task.
Some parts are easy, some are pretty tricky
and repair takes time but go on
and fix your life.
Note to self: Start changing your life.
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
Reading
       the yesterday,
                       writing
                             the tomorrow.
Survived Sep 2018
"i love you",
"you're my forever", "i love you more",
"im never going to leave you",
"i'll always be there for you",
"i love talking to you",
"i can do anything for you",
"you're my world", "I’d die without you"
"i'll love you till my last breath"..

Things people do to pass time when they are bored and lonely.
Reaper Sep 2018
As I slip a drop under my tongue
The floor beneath me starts to melt
Like a painting left in the rain
My existence starts to fade
And panic starts to set in
As my grip on reality loosens

I see only darkness for a time
And left with only my dark deep thoughts
As I try claw my way back to consciousness
I sink deeper into psychosis

Until my vision is regained
And am reborn into a world
Completely new and stunning
Static shapes now twist and turn
Around the fragility that is my ever-changing perception

Words are thought but cannot be spoken
Like an imperceptible creature holding your tongue
Your inner voice has the power here
Dare not feed it with negativity
Less you learn the true nature of the sorrow
You can inflict upon yourself

-R
S Smoothie Sep 2018
For you the words did not come
they will never do you justice
the beauty my eyes see
have only wordless translations
<3
MG Aug 2018
730
“You were blonde when we met” You said
Lips pulled into Your sinister smile.
“I wanted you so bad.”
Exactly 730 days since our lips met.
But who’s counting?
730 days of trying to leave
But You pulling me back.
Each time hoping for something different,
But ending always the same.
Me, alone.
You with her or her or her,
Or even next to me.
But still: You leaving me alone.
(Until You get lonely).
Do you miss me too? Enough is enough.
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