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Madelynn Nieves
She hits the bottle
like she’s playing blackjack
Always wanting more
And inevitably losing it all

She stands in the remains
Of the destruction she’s caused
Filled with regret
Finding salvation
At the bottom of a glass

Coming home jubilant
To speak of all her successes
And all I hear is a buzz
The slurs in her speech
And lose sight of all else

Hearing loosely threaded stories
From that point on
Trying to find the holes
Where the honesty shines through
Knowing she’s far too happy
To be telling the truth

Filled with self loathing
Reeking of liquid courage
Losing her grip on what lies
She’s told before

She loops
And falters
At which point
I close my ears and walk away
Not wishing to waste my time
On tall tales and a tossup
No matter which side the coin lands
I’ve lost myself
In this battle with your illness
how to have a good
haiku: make sure you do not
run out of sylla-

Inquisitor Avrett
in a simple nightgown
in cotton pyjamas

nearing dusk,
as they laughed
while holding
the others hand

bare feet brushing
along the
soft bristles
of the rug

the radio
softly playing
a tune of

what a time
to be alive
Based on "Dance to This" by Troye Sivan and Ariana Grande.
I yearn for something
bright, and warm,
and soft,
and glowing, and gentle,
and kind,
like a blanket of flowing sunshine
engulfing me,
creating a cocoon of kindness
to shelter me from
the outside world, and
everything in between,
I want to feel safe, and loved,
freed from inner demons
and jabbing words,
and tainted stares,
taken away and hidden
from poison,
my skin and eyes glowing,
my mind a vast, welcoming
pale blue sky
my lips a creamy peach,
tasting sweet honeysuckle drops
on my tongue,
I want to breathe easily
air as fresh, and clean,
and pure with the essence
of innocence, and
hushed, content breaths
of peace,
I want to curl up
into a ball, and
be my own savior,
wipe my own tears, and
preserve my own laughs
and soft, genuine words,
I want to be left alone,
alone from guilt, and fear,
and the red threads
of fate, tying me to
others, who make me regret
my existence, and every breath
I inhale,
and every broken step I take,
I just want to be
free and forgotten from it all,
to just be safe and sound
in my cozy little, but wide
room of warmth,
and softness, and solitude,
I will forever dance
like a beam of sunlight,
twirling softly in a palm,
always out of reach,
like a forgotten dream.
He finally saw the light
relief & joy
with a mixture
of innocence & employ
that he owed to himself .

Never felt this way before
He emptied out
the pain & suffrage
he once had  
Then acceptance & love
came & took the place of it
Yet he couldn’t
get enough.
He’s complacent & stable
but won’t settle
So he expands his horizons
to more opportunities
& things
that catch his
for his eye & own
fulfillment & dreams .

He weeps
but of joy
from  the abundance
he now has

Every tear shed
is thanked to the happiness
bestowed in his heart
from others
& all in his head .

His lovely bones
grew hungry & strong.
No strings are attached to him
he found himself
so the devil never won

He can live free
do what he wants
Because he’s on another mentality .
His best life is
& it’s  still in the works
it’s coming
but as of right now
he feels magnificent
his voice no longer

Drank the juice
during communion
broke  bread
of the body of Christ
feels fine
more juice
that resembles his blood
But looks like wine
he’s fulfilled & humble
Welcomed to God’s Reunion

Saved his soul
He’s under  control
Found the strength
To the break the chains
they turned to ashes
yet looked rather plain
So he blew
Swiped & wiped
them out of his way .

The pursuit of happiness
calls his name
The mighty king
has called him
& he will  stay
His love is not jeopardized
though he now has possession
of his own claim

Thanks God
he’s alright
Because before
He was coded
in venom & poison
that used to possess
& control him
& all his ways.

He no longer starves of hunger
Nor quenches thirst of others
he very well had & endured.
No longer needs the
settlement nor  embellishment
Nor needs to be given
Dignified nor glorified
last names
because his heart has all that
within & expresses
It  for others
that deserve & need it
When they feel down
in the dumps & below pits.
Yet still has an even balance
Of the glory & fear of God within.

He sensed toxicity
in his vicinity
Prayed for himself
then for them
Glad they left
cuz he can work with others
that are humble
caring & appreciative
& are mindful of his sensitivities .

He hears Gold chimes
filled with  a gush of wind
When he knows
he took the high road,
Occasionally he feels
the touch of appreciation
& considerations
of God from within.

& that feels heavenly
& nurturing for
my nourishment.

~Jordan Munchenburg ~
Jealous roads
of gray gravel,
cut across
the black tops
bringing back
the dirt and dust
that we track
from the tread
of our black
dead tires.

travelers like me
the waves of
winds that
and brag about
the voices
of the past.

Daylight shifts
to nighttime bliss,
as the melody
of madness and poetry
consumes me.

I know
that it is
time to move on.
Still, I strive to hold on
to hope,

but hope is
the same torn
and tired rope
that I use
to wrap around my neck,
till all consciousness forgets
I ever bothered to exists.
Carter Ginter
I take solace in knowing
That in a few hours
I get to choose
How much to bleed
How deep to go
I get to make the choice
And take control
Over this one thing at least

I want to feel the pain
I want to stain my arms
I am and deserve
I am a broken human
Waiting to feel alive
Seeking high after high
In drug after person
After drug and
I am lonely but
I want to be alone
I don't want him to see me
See the ways I wish to bleed
Just let me be
Until I become
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Don't tell me I'm pretty
Tell me that I'm passionate
That I have drive
Tell me that I make you laugh
That I know how to make your day better
Don't tell me I seem nice
Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate
Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big
Don't tell me I'm perfect
Tell me the you love me despite my flaws
That you want to spend the rest of your life with me
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true
I'm sure I look fine.

Days like today,
I want to strip the skin
From my forearms
Using only my fingernails.

Days like today,
I want to wring out
My legs like a washcloth,
Squeeze the rolls on my stomach
Until they're empty.

Days like this,
I want to walk away from my body

I'm sure I look fine.
Path Humble
left my phone unlocked
on the taxis back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"

to which I replied,

Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"

and with an equally, beaming smile continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was

Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"God/Allah willing" or "if God/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim

^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months

true story, poetry is there for the taking
When you suffer,
I suffer too.
No matter the situation,
I am right there with you.
When I see the pain in your eyes,
A little more of me dies.

I have failed you,
This I know.
I should have protected you,
But I didn’t know.
You never came to me,
This is my fault.

You were left to struggle on your own,
You were left in a world of hurt.
To see that hurts me,
To not be able to step in kills me.

My feelings are irrelevant,
This you and I both know.
Your feelings are the most important,
If only you believed though.
Someone in my life is hurting. This person tends to try to walk the path alone, all the while I’m right here suffering along with her.
Praggya Joshi
There is something
In this fathomless ocean
That doesn't dares to quit
Even with the shifting
Tempestuous currents of time
And the doleful glare
Of a tired enervated moon
It's effervescent waters
Continue to reflect
Sparkling jewels and
Brightly colored diamonds
Even amid a dusky
wintry gloam
Lucid sometime thoughts flow chakra cracked wide open, my third eye's lid so peeled back I watch the tale unfold...

Angry boy is courting gorgeous smarter girl; see's old man gaining ground. Antsy Boy gets hasty demanding phone number to which smart girl shut him down...angry boy changes profiles approaching with new and different tactics. This time warns of pedophilia wild running rampant.... Angry boy manipulates and studies many totems and when pretty girl tells old man...the ancient pens a poem....Astral Projection causes panic scaredy cat runs and hides as Lucifer warns boy who knows he lost so angry boy stratedgizes one more time..and now becomes ten wom(a)n to turn pretty girls head around...in essence accomplishing nothing for himself, bringing unnecessary worry and strife to unsure girl as sister almost dies and leaving her destroyed thinking true love treason had committed...and old man once again safe in his cave.
Watchs angry boy morph, emerge again and offer broken girl a friend.

My third eye see this tale what does your third I see
Oh what tangled webs we weave.....watch your soul ugly angry girlie boy...where's it?.... easy peasy to find out.... that's a lot of effort for no result angry boy....we all lost.  Congrats
Luisa C
I could
kiss you without meaning,
touch you without feeling,
let thoughts of you fade in with shadows of my mind
passing and unimportant and

I could
pull such empty phrases,
empty my heart of lonely senses
let thoughts of you run wild only with
your skin to mine burning with desire.

But I can't
get back to the past,
there's no point in denying
late at night I find myself thinking
of you more often,
late at night my heart isn't lying.
I can't feel
soft hands and warm arms I want back,
secret notes and wind chime laughs
even though I can't stop myself
from trying.

I could
stop myself
from sinking into the memories
but there's no point in denying
maybe I'm missing you more often.
Maybe that would explain the crying.
Shadow Dragon
Glaring light
and white
Steam and
high pitched
Running water
spreading warmth
spreading legs.
Silky cloths
for the freshly
bathed human.
Confusion and
worried faces
all washed away
by lukewarm
bathtub water.
Pagan Paul
Take my hand and let us go so lightly,
walking 'pon the lake of lovers dreams,
gentle ripples interlace our smiles brightly,
lighting the stars within romantic streams.
Making love as we sink beneath cool water,
drowning lustful in passions liquid embrace.
The dream shimmers, as the images falter
and the still lake reflects your delicate face.

© Pagan Paul (2018)
Re-written old poem.
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
r m b
You could be talking to me and I would respond with something funny or something clever. And yet, when you look into my eyes, you'll see nothing there.
I am here with you but my mind is elsewhere. I wake up in the morning, then I leave my bed. I live inside my head.
some days are meant for living inside
S Nirmal Kumar
Nothing happens by serendipity
Dutifully marched
Indefatigable ants
I don’t feel close
to poetry.

It feels elusive.
Once it spoke to me.
But now it’s mute.

It sits back
and doesn’t look
at me.

If I call out
it doesn’t hear.

Lately poetry is
like that demon
I used to want
to reappear.
Madeline Thetard
Today I told someone hello.
2. They didn't say it back.
3. Today I smiled at someone in the hall.
4. They didn't smile back.
5. Today I looked in the mirror to see if I was invisible.
6. Turns out I'm not invisible -- then why can't anyone see me?
7. Today I made a fake Instagram account under a trendy name from the 1960s to see whether I knew any people who had real Instagram accounts.
8. All of the accounts were private save for one.
9. Today I forced myself to be happy for a particular past crush who posted lots of pictures on Instagram with his new girlfriend. Hurrah.
10. Today I looked at everyone's smiling faces and wondered why I wasn't smiling with them.
11. Today I wondered why some people are complete idiots.
12. Today I wondered why my skin tone - white as milk - should make people believe that I can't handle spice, or make people believe that I am stupid.
1. Today I told someone hello.
2. They didn't say it back.
13. Today I comforted someone who said she had no love life.
14. I didn't have the courage to tell her that I've never had a love life and probably never will.
15. Today I told someone I write poetry and they laughed at me.
16. Today I cried in front of a mirror while singing a made-up song that wasn't even sad.
17. Today I told people I was fine when I really was not.
5. Today I looked in the mirror to see if I was invisible.
18. I wish I was invisible.
19. If I were invisible maybe it wouldn't hurt so much 'cause I know I'm here but people refuse to see it.
20. Can I please just be invisible?
1. Today I told someone hello.
2. They didn't say it back.
Not in a fantastic mood right now.
Michael John

coming splintered across the
crossing they compared
telephones and i recalled
how we exchanged
our playing cards..

some were stills from the
b movies popular in the
day others potrayed the
sadistic and others were
popular football players..

i suspect not much has
they made it safetly
across and
a pigeon shat quite near..


i hope i will
die as quietly
as a mouse

all in my still

my love til
the last thump
of my little

heart and
kind time

to sweet whim
wild and loving
as been

and to come
and still seeing..
Tatlong katok lang ang layo ng katahimikan
"wala dito, kanina pa umalis mama ko"
utos sa anak na walong taong gulang
habang nagtatago sa palikuran
"sabihin mo sa mama mo, na nagbigay ako ng ulam"
"salamat po ninang!"
"walang anuman", bago siya lumisan.

tatlong katok lang ang layo ng katahimikan
"wala dito, kanina pa umalis mama ko"
utos sa anak na walong taong gulang
habang nagtatago sa palikuran
napakamot na lang ang naniningil ng utang
gigil na nagpaandar ng motor
sapagkat siya'y nagulangan

tatlong katok lang ang layo ng katahimikan
sa pagkatok, tanong ay "tao po?"
sagot ay "tao po"
biglaan ang pagka gulantang
"anak, dali! magtago ka doon sa palikuran"
alam na niya kung sino ang dumating
takot ang bumalot sa kapaligiran
namumugtong na mga mata
at nginig na mga kamay na parehas kumakaliwa
bakas ang kaba sa mukha

at tatlong katok lang ang layo ng katahimikan
ang pinto'y hindi binubuksan
nabasag ang katahimikan kasabay
ng pagbagsak ng sirang pintuan
nasurpresa sa kanyang mga bisita
nangingilid na ang luha
bigay todo ang pagmamakaawa
isa dalawa tatlo, hanggang anim
anim na nakaunipormeng magsasaka
hindi palay ang itinatanim, kundi bala

kasabay ng panlalamig ng katawan
ang ingay ay nilamon bigla ng katahimikan
at kasabay ng katahimikan
ang kanyang ina
© 2018 Kenneth Bituin
All Rights Reserved.

For more appreciation
From society

Till society forgets you
And you just

Love yourself for who you are,
Not what others think of you
I am living in the shadows that I can't understand.
So please death just consume me.
With this pain saying just give up.
Death keeps shutting the door on my face.
I am tired of living in this devastating land.

Maybe god has forsaken me.
Because I seem to be moving to all kinds of directions.
He understands the way I feel but I don't understand his ear isn't too far for him to not hear me.
And his hand not be that too far to bless me.
So death just consume me.

I'm tired of living in this world.
And I think the one I love has forsaken me too.
But I just wanted to let her know I love her.
So death just consume me you are welcome in my life just welcome me in yours.

how do you know when (a human is too broken?)


human too broken?

like the light bulb, removal from its fixture, a simple shaking revelation of the tinkling filament spent, something that cannot be repaired, the only option is replacement and that makes
you cry

the empty box of oatmeal raisin cookies, you find secret’d,
hid by you, not to be found by you
at the bottom of the kitchen garbage,
but box betrayal, by the chartreuse tipped box lid sided
peeking upwards, asking, silencing screaming,
what did I do to deserve
this degrading

like the blouse now too tight that it brings stares as the buttons strain, unwelcome attention unintended,
you know it but still pretend not to see,
for you both once loved that silky guise that so
heightened the high tender, the match of your pink rose skin letting, no! making
your eyes glisten, like broken filament glass, on the sidewalk,
recalling the pleasured admiration,
rain remembered from the
prior priority of a life consisting of only
perfect gifts

so mean revert to the poseur question; this is how...

remove the human from a fixed place, whimpering-threatened,
you may hear clear the crackle cackling  of the innard shards against the misperception of a body intact,
even if you do,
no repair service you want,  can be found, see it nowhere,
is it even
anywhere advertised?

the body presumed intact is secret’d under a tactile coverlet,
holey scupperrd holy cuttered
so that the cells and bicuspids, the threads
no longer function in a tandem,
you keep it in the closet closed,
in the back, deep hid, where,
when it screams why,
it can be safe ignored,
because  ‘betrayed’ is no longer a word,
in your globe's dictionary,
the parental controls activated by you to
save your own inner child’s unconstrained confusion,
it has been removed

so the broken glass, the clothes you dressed each other,
if not weep-well,
well enough hid,
the fit is off,
the fit is off,
the coverlet ripped so bad and neither cares
an unexpected poem, unplanned, needing work
aug 4-5
Man is hate.

Man is discontent.

Man is  rape.

Man is malevolent.

Man is murder.

Man is death.

Man is fear.

Man is pain.

Man is wrath.

What kind of Man do you want be as asked God?

The man answered. I do not want to be a man.

I want to be a God.

God answered.

You are neither.

You can be a God.

But First you must learn to be a Man.

Karl von Mecklenburg
Serge Banderet
Pain is an ugly thing
Wounds bleed dark
They stink if they get infected
Scars form

You would not think
Emotional pain is worse
But it lasts longer
And suffering unnoticed
Can be more humiliating
When you have no badge of honor
For others to see

It hurts me to see others suffer
Typical (or maybe not so common)
Guy that I am
I want to fix it and make it go away

So hard to listen
But that is often what you need

I can empathize with you
Not pretend I know the depths of your hurt

Tell me your story
If all I can do is listen...

I will be here for you

You may have to help me resist the temptation to give advice
Lou Vaughn
Like a sinful seduction, I slip off the edge of sleep,
my eyes are drawn to the darkest shadows of my room... kinetically searching...
I seem to penetrate them, my mind breathes life into them,
they begin to stir and morph into the preludes to my peculiar dreams,
bizarre at first until inevitably familiar,
as if I had lived them indefinite times in the past... and infinite times future... remembering... becoming... unfiltered and unaffected...
my subconscious is my truth, awakened by my dreams.
I long to remain lost in this ethereal bliss.
I know how much you worry.
I know how much you suffer. I know the hell you go through, every day.
But there is something you mustn’t forget:

You matter.
No one decides your worth.
No one can criticize your flaws.
No one can make you feel like nothing.

You’re worth as much as anybody, if not more.
You deserve the best in life.
You deserve the best in love.
Because you’re the best: it’s that simple.

And nobody can take that away from you.
I wrote this for a very close friend of mine, and realized that everyone deserves this kind of thoughts every once in a while. Remember that there's always somebody out there who cares about you!
To be courageous
you must be brave and strong
To face fears
you must get rid of being hurt
To grow and learn
you must have acceptance and ownership
of one’s fault
To experience life to the fullest
you must never be afraid of
trying out new things
and to be loved
you must felt it first with yourself,
& you must express it more,
to learn to love
without anything in return.
And love never fails
to win in your heart.
inspired by Victoria Erickson

Sept, 2018
Leviathan Andrew
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
Not Applicable



This.                        Poems
Mess.                     And
My.                         Friends
Nothing.                         More
Less.                      Than

A.                           Mess

                                                    ­     I'm a mess
I'm a mess...
She is water

She dance like the waves
Swaying as the wind blows
Soft enough when she's calm
And tough enough when she's mad

She is not a real water
But deep enough to make me drown
Well basically, 60 percent of the human's body is made up of water. Lol
You have this whole world,
The sun and moon
You have the universe
and I am just a speckle and dust

I've wished on my luckiest star,
I wish you're waiting
for me
to fall.
I am just a speckle and dust
Within your universe.

You saw how i shine for you
at most fleeting time,
through the crisp of air
I am walking while
my feet's still bare
towards you.

I came undone
like a pendulum underneath
your time
I try to hold your hands,
but I feel all the myriad
of crash.

I know you have them all
but they all fell into blackhole.

Despite of your destruction,
I will try to fix its core
beyond interruptions,
I will try to find a connections
if ever the gravity

Even if I saw new faces
in other places
of every inches
in your universe

in every blink of my eyes
they are all pitch-black
but at every seconds I open it,
it's you, i all have.

To all that never stays,

they will perish away
but they just laid
in you
and to your memories.

Even if the centuries
will turn into sand,
Just remember how
The speckle and dust
gave meaning
to your universe.
I’m crying again
But not like before

The highway lines are blurred
Yet I feel better than ever

There’s a way of letting go
And giving it all
To the one who loves you
For all your impurities
That makes you feel
Like singing
In the car
With tears
On your cheeks
Mr Quiet
I could give you the entire universe but then I would just be giving you yourself.
but it's true tho
Dennis Willis
You're mine bitch

a guide for those
to living alone

don't talk to the milk
that's weird

talking to
the salt and pepper shakers

hey shaky shaky

no, no, no

copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
#funny #humor
Pale moon the shape of a crescent,
Crystal blue ocean waves reflecting a crimson sky.
Faded scars so faint and plentiful,
Marrying a sky once thought to be so beautiful.

Now open and oozing, a rain of acid
Carved so deep in an effort to find worth
Perhaps the peace of the night isn’t meant for everyone.
son comes home from a long day, father notices his son’s eyes begin to water, attempting to hold it all in. father sits son down and reminds him that men weren’t created to be inhumane, without emotion. he reminds son that men don’t always need to split red seas to walk through on dry land; they are just as entitled to allow themselves to flood for forty days and nights if it means that they have the strength to start again,
bigger and better this time.

father reminds son that most things are worth dying for, but sometimes, when you’ve done all you can, you must stand, take up your bed and walk away. some people will expect you to break yourself into pieces and feed all 5,000 of their insecurities. some people will expect you to come out of your peaceful place and calm down their storms before tending to your own. some people will nail you to a cross of their expectation, stab your side then ask you why you’re bleeding. there are many that will pay to see you die, whilst smiling in your face with happy eyes and impure hearts. many will call you one thing, not knowing that that is not your name, and you are so much more.
so much more.

son puts masculinity on a fast. Jericho breaks down. Jordan rushes in. there are enough tears to water Eden.

father embraces.
Brianna Love
She can walk
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
Even Those Angels Out There Have Their Limits…..
A dysfunctional
victim of her own mind
embracing her self and life
one minute
disposing all that she is
the next

When will this come to an end 
when will I stop living
so everlasting sleep 
can save me
from all that I am

I just want to disappear
yet I long to truly be seen
and embraced
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