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 May 2018 Elle H
Alaina Moore
You do not
****** me,
high as hell,
give me a bunk apology,
and six months later
turn around and change the facts.
Cause they're ******* facts!
I was there,
with your unwelcomed touch.
He walked in to my rescue,
while you dry ******
fantasies
on my couch. (burn it)

You
are
dead
to
me.
/ignore


For the record, I don't own that couch anymore.

Byyeeeeeee
 May 2018 Elle H
Carter Carter
"Let me tell you about a magical land,
Buried a long time ago by the sands,
Where night owls
Eerily howl,
Where evergreens glow,
And mountains grow,
Where the newborns are old,
And the old won't listen to what they are told,
Where it rains upside down,
And the thunder makes hardly a sound,
Where they celebrate strife,
And cry at new life,
Where fish jumped in nets,
And the pious made bets,
Where foxes had wings,
And bears talking was a thing,
Where the flowers grew on clouds,
And the people lived in purple mounds,
Yes, this was in a land long ago,
Only remembered by the crows."
 May 2018 Elle H
Lucio
I'm sorry
 May 2018 Elle H
Lucio
I'm sorry…

I’ve already said these words so many times
I feel like a criminal who’s committed the worst crimes;
There’s nothing that can be said about what I’ve done that can't  be seen as selfish
All I ever wanted was your happiness:

I never stopped and never will, keep loving you
But trying to regain who I was is the best thing for me to do;
I feel like the monster Frankenstein had envisioned
A man with no soul, trapped in his mind like a prison:

I wear my words like a suit of armor, protecting myself from what you might say
As I ramble on and on until night becomes day;
I know what you want to hear from me, and the words just won’t come out
But just know those unspoken words are true, without a doubt:

This is my last and final attempt at an apology
I’m just a man giving his own eulogy;
Because when I let you go, just know I died inside
I wish that I'd  never hurt you, and I’d been the only one who had cried.
 May 2018 Elle H
Don Bouchard
Here today and gone tomorrow,
True of love and joy and sorrow.
Frost said gold lasts but a day...
So does work, and so does play.
Here today and gone tomorrow,
True of anger, pain and horror.
Savor golden days whene'er they come;
Remember them when they are gone.
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