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“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”
I’m just an addict
I let you become my drug
My high, my fix
I needed you
You wove yourself into my brain
You coursed through my veins
I just wanted more of you
And I knew I’d hit my limit.
You made sure I knew
But I wanted more

Then you left

You left me broken
Weak and shaking
Desperate for just a little bit more
Anything to ease the pain
Of this withdrawal

You changed me
You rewired me
You left your essence in my brain
And I can’t get you the hell out

You cut me off
And I still haven’t decided
If that was for my own good
Or a cruel necessity to save yourself
But I guess all I can do now
Is try to get you out of my system
Inspired by “The Drug In Me Is You” by Falling in Reverse
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
it's getting too heavy
I can't be happy
I want to be happy
it's going to crush me
I don't know if others agree
it's crushing me
please help me
it hurts
it crushed me
I want to die
please help me
This ball of mine...
home should I take?
Or push for victory
For which I ache?

I can chart our path!  
For goodness sake
Just let me guide you -
and we’ll all soon eat cake!

I can’t shake that if we don’t all wake soon
We will find there’s too much at stake!
Or that it’s too late!

What is my culpability
If failure becomes reality?

If my vision
Doesn’t become decision?

If my persuasion
Does not change the conversation?

Am I mad or an imposter?
A narcissistic double crosser?
Or an earnest soul who wants to just do right
And has an inkling of the map within her sight?

Grant me the strength
This war to wage
And not to yield to trolls
When they engage!
How do you convince people you aren’t crazy when you radically (but appropriately) want to challenge the status quo?
The stars you are wishing,
Cannot appear in the light you are seeing.
They appear in the darkest nights,
It is not scary but one of the most beautiful sights.
You cannot appreciate the light,
If you haven't gone through the night.
The doubtness you are hearing,
Cannot compare to the success that is coming.
Always don't lose hope. You're gonna make it
Hank Love
Why do people love
            what they fear the most?

Because it makes them realize
               they are still alive.
Erin Elane Spiller
Head is pounding so loud and my stomach is a mess
Puffing out a white cloud seems to rid me of stress
The pain I'm in never leaves my mind so my body pays the price
I close my eyes to go blind as I fall into paradise
Down here everything is just a bit twisted
Like the way my head goes round and round?
My brain and schemes are not wasted
I took a breath in to be drowned
I stopped inhaling to exhale
I opened my eyes finally to see my jail
A Lhasa de gusta el baloncesto más ,aunque es alta, ella es pésima con el balón.

El arco se le hacia lejos y lo más nerviosa que se pone lo más que se le aleja ese arco anaranjado.

Más cada día a ella le gusta llegar temprano al gimnasio de su escuela
para disparar unos aros.

Los más aros que dispara, los mas que se acera–la distancia se desase frente a ella.
Shofi Ahmed
The home is under
           the leafy tree.
The graveyard too
         is not far to see!
I want to message you
but your best friend
begs me to ghost you.
Your best friend
says I’m making it worse.
You tell me
I bring you comfort.
I want to know the truth
but you keep telling me lies
do you think that’s
for the best?
I still care.
I still check in on you
ways you don’t even know about.
thing is...
you don’t do the same.
Is all of this
for the best?
You probably won’t see this.
If you're passing by
I don't mind
come inside
I'm not afraid anymore
With your words
The Knife.

Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.

A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.

Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof...  I wrote this one a while ago...

(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
I love you
I'm sorry
A poem every day
She wants me to be greater than her
While walking me down the same path she took
He asks me to wait
Without telling me why or what I'm waiting for
I’ve been caught
in a bubble of my own creation,
cold and suffocating.
I have never seen a crime scene before...  I literally wrote that poem in middle school...  Thanks for the compliments and all!  Really I appreciate it...  It feels nice really it does!  I wasnt ready for attention...  Aw jeez you're all so nice!  Does anyone want to hear my meaning behind it or are you guys happy with your own interpretations?
Im going to delete this right after I upload it
A to Z
depression is not  the same as sadness.
the cicadas crawled through her bones
they found her
palms wide open, awaiting their arrival
the mistress of the hill
their ancestors crushed under her feet,
generations ago
they made a pantry of her mouth
explored the jungle of her hair
gave their forebears honor at last
and on the hill they sang their song

she lay for a long time
Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
Molly Elizabeth
If I had know that I was going to write a poem about you I wouldn't have
If I known I would fall in love with you
I would have never met you
And if I had known how much I would hurt
I would have already been dead

But that's not the way that it works, is it?
We are to find love
Find pain
And everything that goes with
But I never wanted this I never wanted to feel
I hated it so much
You hated me so much
But I can't do much about it now,
Can I?

If I had know
I would never had felt this way
I would have never had my heart leap
And jump out of my chest
If I had known
So much would be different
And you would be long gone
how do you forgive yourself
for all the things
you did not become?
Greg Piegari
I deeply have Passion and Love.
But I often feel such Disparity.
And somewhere
in between
There is Peace.
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
Harshitha Girish
Love and Death
are actually a couple.
Both steal hearts,
Both take away breaths,
Love breathes new life.
Death gives a portal to an afterlife.
s y k
Take me back to Abington Street,
the first place you ever saw me.
I'd care to meet you again,
in that peach dress,
on a Wednesday singing of serendipity.

Take me back to Whitworth Road,
my forgotten home, our modern haven,
where we danced around the garden and kitchen,
for the moon's eyes, under fairy lights.

Take me back to The White Elephant,
and feeling elegant in my blue dress.
Matching strides and laughter in the air,
you stopped to pick a scarlet rose
and pinned it to my hair.

Take me back to The Racecourse,
and spilling secrets in the dark,
fireworks interrupting this trance in the park.
Remember how I laughed and asked if this was real?
And you heartened me with a "yes, it's not a dream or a movie scene."

Take me back to Avenue Library,
to the kisses behind bookshelves
and the whispers of poetry.

Take me back to Canons Ashby Road,
when black cabs past midnight
carried me back to your home.
That little house with the picket fence,
snowing in albums and childhood innocence.

Take me back to The Wedgwood,
to drinking cokes and playing pool,
our eyes meeting in every room.

Take me back to that black leather couch,
where I memorised the shape of your mouth.

Take me back to the cradle of your arms and your broken bed,
I've never felt comfort anywhere else.

Take me back to Abington Street,
the last place you ever saw me.
Okay this is the last poem I'm writing about Jordan ****. what can I say folks, I miss him.
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
I am a lone boat,
nothing inside,
just an empty void,
keeping myself afloat.

Navigating around,
just waiting someone,
to welcome aboard,
and travel the world.

Years of rough sailing,
can't still find a thing,
the happiest feeling,
that I've been praying.

Waves of loneliness,
wanting me to swallow,
whirlpools of  promises,
pulling me to sorrow.

Poseidon's kingdom waiting,
to see my boat drowning,
wrecked on seafloor unloved,
sunk on trench unappreciated.
Jena Tapia
It came about in the strangest way.
My heart sitting on the divide
Wondering why.
The fault was never in the stars
Ceasar is not better than me.
It was written this way
Three fates cutting strings.
Arts and wars
Walking through doors.
Death's wife sleeping in the night
It was written all before.
For my history teacher who taught me the importance of understanding the way the ancients thought.
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
stuck here on this tiny planet that we've named earth
while you're out there far beyond my comprehension
whispering through matter
telling me life matters
When you find
Your other half
Always remember
The day that
Changed your life forever
Katja Pullinen
Carrot and stick.
Your game.
First raise up very high and then throw off the chip.
Black and white
There is no middle ground.
Yes or no.
Moon or sun.
Night or day.
Your game.
Manipulator games are very simple to exaggerate first, make a bunch of compliments, and then pick them back.  It’s like with Pavlov’s dog.  So the manipulator produces a conditioned reflex.  For example, if you do this for me, you are good, if not bad.  But this is not true, these are just manipulator games.  You are good and the best in any way, will you do something or not. Don’t try to prove nothing to no one. Remember you loved and good in any way. I love you any way. You don’t need do anything speacial for me.
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
i'm sorry for loving you

i should have known it was a mistake
Michael Stefan
Speak my name
And I shall materialize
Casting dark shadows
To blind your eyes
And bind you
To misfortuned destiny
Speak my name
And prepare to see
That bad luck has a dearly cost
But comes to you for free
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
The fluorescence of colors
Tiny petals dancing in the warm breeze
Bees asunder from the sky
Resting their little knees
Dipping thirsty mouths into the nectar
The bleeding pinks and rusty yellows
Call to me a sing song
I want to be with them
Under the sun dripping with nourishment
For all to gaze upon my splendor
For another poet
Thank you for the inspiration
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
Second place
Always seemed so nice
Second best
Never hurt so much
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