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Nina Apr 2021
I used to think that you were like me
I hoped that we'd plan a better future
but you chose death over me
and you broke my heart, my culture.

I hate that you broke my hopes,
you thought that you loved me
while you made everything worse
and left me with no reason.

If I was still a little kid
I would never be ashamed of myself
to be broken on the current time
and waited for hours for my man.

But my man broke the rules
and left me broken
with no hopes or future
even I love him. Old him.

And I still hope that it will change
him and his all mistakes
to make me feel in love again
like it is the first time we met.
I used to love you.
morgan Jan 2021
got into a car accident with fear.
it paralyzed me from the heart down.
i only go through the motions, i can barely feel.
it took control and now i can’t  help but,
being scared to approach anything around.
for fear of paralyzing someone from the heart,
all the way down.
bess goldstein Mar 2020
you say, I am too much for you,
similar to never being enough.

I find myself staggered between
the tipping of the scale.
balance is the illusion that
gravity has created to pull you
closer to me.

why must I lose parts of myself
for you to finally see me?
some things are better left unsaid
eliana s Mar 2020
Something about how the white lightning illuminating the room  
left me with perfect snapshots of you
or
Something about how your laugh rolled through my head
louder than thunder.
write Something
everyone says,
"write Something"
but all i can think of is the way you called my name.
so i’ll write something about how
i am more pressed petals than full bloom,
something about how miles away feels closer than a breath down my neck,
something about never wanting to hold a hand again.
(but i am not, and it is not, and i do.)

this is the best i can do.
bess goldstein Aug 2019
we run through life's tunnel--
terrified,
walls covered in mirrors,
our reflections always on display
for the passersby.

a straight path,
reminding us of our imperfect
reflections,
until we reach the end--
glass hitting us right in the face.

that's all we see at the end--
ourselves,
and all the people we wished we could be,
replacing our reflection.

in reflections, what we see
is never what we want to be.
krm Jul 2017
The obsession was endless
tears undeserving, a hated addiction.
"let me breathe,
or I might just die"
scrawled on the bathroom wall.

Oh! How excited I'd be,
to meet the ground, six feet underneath.
Unafraid of missing the northern lights,
exhausted with these caustic words
flying like bullets out of my own mind.

Gossipy little words throughout my ears-
spreading heinous lies about my character
but he scrawled threats I know I might take seriously.

Scars lined up like cheerleaders upon a gymnasium floor.
Death shoves to take his spot at the top of the bleachers,
looming over those laughing scars.

An announcement is made;
Bookworms writhe at the thought of a human's words going to waste,
Stoners rush out of the way,
Jocks make haste to find what to say
Death just laughs
while, other kids pray.
Antoinette G Sep 2015
Calm and Peaceful
With sky a stormy gray
She stood and beheld
The vibrant green
Of the fields
Which her homestead lay
And in the distance
She gazed upon
A sea with rough and crashing wave
Its once crystal waters
Now churned angrily
Sending forth a frothy white spray
She standing on a cliff
That was so far away
Basked in the tranquility of the moment
Not worrying what would happen soon, at any moment
With a BOOM of thunder
With a flash of lightning
The storm began
And her one special moment
Was gone never to come back
The once peaceful countryside
Was torn asunder
With this storms mighty blows
And it was so hard to believe
That just moments ago
It had been such a different scene
In which to observe
And as the stormed raged on
The girl watched the rain fall
The thunder BOOM
And the lightning call
And she remembered those moments
Those quiet ones
And she treasured them
She treasured them most of all
I feel like we all feel like this sometimes

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