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lX0st Aug 2014
I tried to escape you
But your scent lingers on my skin
And makes me hate
All the things I once loved,
Because they're merely fireflies
In your moonlit sky
And I waste amongst the stars
Waiting for you to come back around.
What a waste.
Veemz Aug 2014
She said i love you

He said i loved you
Spencer Dennison Aug 2014
A bullet fired
in one nanosecond
effectively nullifies
forty years.
Akemi Aug 2014
Heavy weighs the death
Of childlike ideals
Their hollow corpses rotted
With severed wrists

The media says “tell no one”
Sleepwalk through reality

I cannot want
I cannot lust
For faces
In a world of masks
5:46pm, August 8th 2014

The world is cruel, but this cruelty is blanketed by the media. Most people don't want to be burdened by harsh realities. They want to be entertained, distracted. They choose to be selectively ignorant.

How can I respect a society like this?
Kelsey Aug 2014
Even when she leaves she stays
Even when she cries she plays
Even when she dies she breathes
Even when she’s blind she sees
Even when she laughs she’s sad
Every bit of good is bad.
Even though she lives she’s died.
Her coward-ness outweighs her pride
She’s full of dreams, though she does not sleep
She does not starve because she does not eat
Her wonderful future, an imaginary friend.
Her life is a game she’ll never win
Her fragile heart, it’s made of steel
Her pain is fake, but ever real.
Every time she breathes she breaks
Every time she gives she takes
And every time she loves she hates.
Even though she’s smart she’s dumb
Even when she feels she’s numb
Every day she lives she dies
She can’t be reached so no one tries
She is wind and nothing more.
She doesn't bleed but always hurts
Her coward-ness outweighs her pride.
From broken heart or broken mind
Her life is dead
But she can’t die.
Zaynub Aug 2014
you were bacteria and your love was my toxin
this popped into my head while i was training for my food handler's card.
SMSVS Aug 2014
Maybe I'd **** myself later
or tonight
or tomorrow
maybe even next week
or a month from now
or even a year.

But then that would mean
that all the ****
that I did
to start again
would be wasted.

So no,
I'm tired of running.
from this sick life,
and the stupid lemons it keeps throwing

Where the hell does it even get the lemons.
13 Jul 2014
Another lucrative year of waste
Sordid hours of tasteless taste
Quiet evening in stupor lay
Hung suspended in the new years day
With witty demurrals and ignorant chaste.
Posted on January 4, 2014
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