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Marion Cline Jul 2015
so the wind has blown
over your head. (again)
you're still sickly
come back to the ground
or stand and watch,
watch your veins grow darker
(forests of black ivy
all over your wrists)
*****
over and over and over and over
like when they lock you in a room,
or you do it yourself.
you've hated and you've loved,
when everything tears you
to papery shreds,
yawning walls,
dead grey blistered mouths
& the moons getting brighter
until it swallows you whole
with your mind buzzing
kaleidoscope-everything
hands sweating for
this frozen wasteland
lusts for drops
of sweet scented turquoise air
and like the rest of your life
you've trampled yourself again
you're like a bruised sack of bones
again
time to do the dishes
they can never leave you alone.
PrttyBrd Jul 2015
The air smelled sweet of promises
The quill wet and ready
The seat sat empty
The page lay bare
Sweet promises turn decayed expectations
Rotting delusions
Spill through quill
From self-inflicted gaping wounds
The worms seem happy
Dancing in the meat of yesterday's dreams
7215
expectation is the birthplace of disappointment
Mike Essig Jun 2015
The Self
we cling to
so tightly
departs
in an instant.

Ephemeral moments
we could spend
making love,
eating, napping,
thinking, sighing,
engrossed in beauty

we waste on war,
greed, grasping,
hatred, hurting
and senseless ******,
the profound anxiety
of power, jealousy
and envy.

Worrying all the time.

And still,

the Self
we cling to
so tightly
departs
in an instant.

  ~mce
Alan S Bailey Jun 2015
He stood with his face to the firey blaze,
The background sooty and ashy,
He told her "everything was alright, it's okay."
Violent flames lashing and smoke wisps vanishing,
It's just that...every second leads to something,
A cough, a rash...a blank wall...then some monitors,
Then you're dead, it's the same thing every time,
So why not live for good? Why not breath the air
Like you've never gotten the chance to know how,
To run like children into the woods...

*...or you're dead already.
Happiness folds in on itself
like a piece of paper.
Copyright © JLB
07/06/2015
18:12 BST
I need to learn to breathe away this waste
And straight iron my twisted mind
With aching hands that burn to chill
And a clock who's hands can't tell the time
harmony crescent May 2015
why Fall in Love
with you?
I have better ways
to waste my time
Perri May 2015
I am so angry
at all the energy I used
at all the kisses I gave
at all the secrets I shared
and all the love that I made

What a waste.
I am genuinely furious at myself.
Scarlet Niamh May 2015
They were so wrapped up in themselves all the time
That they wasted away their lives,
But their toppling equilibriums then settled in unison
And they caught each other's eyes.
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