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 Apr 2018 Brent
Stefan Smith
depression depression depression

Stop it.

Leave.

I is me and
you are you.
Seperate from identity
yet your lies root to my core.
I can't help but listen as
gravity gradually seems heavier
and
heavier.

You can feed on me
that's fine.
Distort my reality
and take my smile.
But you will never take my hope.

The endless source behind the
Truth
Of my soul.
You'll never cease the
I in me.

So form each woe,
but forever is my soul.
Endureth this universe.

Go ahead.

Take me.

depression depression depression
 Feb 2018 Brent
phil roberts
As I lie here
With eyes closed softly
I think deeply of you
And I inhale stars
The scent of twinkling light
So fresh and alive
Sparkling gentle inside me
And I want to write this feeling
So tentatively
As it must be
Like writing words on bubbles
Delicate and precious
Begging them not to disappear
Like dreams in the morning

                                        By Phil Roberts
This may well be my last poem here.
 Feb 2018 Brent
mikhaila
Untitled
 Feb 2018 Brent
mikhaila
do you still love me
do you still love m
do you still love
do you still lov
do you still lo
do you still l
do you still
do you stil
do you sti
do you st
do you s
do you
do yo
do y
do
d
di
did
did y
did yo
did you
did you e
did you ev
did you eve
did you ever
did you ever l
did you ever lo
did you ever lov
did you ever love
did you ever love m
did you ever love me
 Feb 2018 Brent
Mysidian Bard
Clocks
 Feb 2018 Brent
Mysidian Bard
My second hand heart
wants to turn back time
to that split second moment
when your hand was in mine.
 Jan 2018 Brent
rose
gospel
 Jan 2018 Brent
rose
The way people perceive you isn't gospel
You're one of those flowers freckled alongside the highway
Always mistaken as a ****
 Jan 2018 Brent
She Writes
If I could wake up tomorrow
And be someone new
I’d hope to be someone
That didn’t care about you

A person who wakes up
And smiles at the sun
Not a recluse
That hides from fun

Someone who looks in the mirror
And values themself
Not insecure
Loathing herself

I wish to be someone
Free as a bird
Not someone who cares
What others have heard

But when I wake up
I will still be me
Hoping and wishing
One day I’ll be free
 Jan 2018 Brent
Carlyy
Stuck
 Jan 2018 Brent
Carlyy
I want to go...
My only problem is...
I just can’t stay away.




«c.h.b»

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