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Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Unspoken words
Inhaling deadly chemicals as a death wish,
or maybe it's just a deadly addiction.
Begging for attention or
simply a way out.
Aspiring for life, but lifelessly haunting pathways,
not knowing if we're living rightfully
or just following along with the ones
that said we're saying it wrong.

Waiting for the sunrise after a long night,
not knowing when I'll see light.
Thankfully my mind hasn't been overcome
by lonely thoughts at midnight
giving me some sleep until the morning.
Where the day refreshes and yesterday becomes
another day I slept through.
Just something from the past... one year ago.
It can't rain all the time
Says the sun as it rests
Nestled above the pulsing clouds
While wave by wave of shining silver
Give a cool respite to the world below
Suicide Girl
I got high off your memory... I got a cigarette addiction from your marks left in my mind... I still have pictures that remind me of you and movies I can't watch without crying... I am over you but I still can't help but think what if you never left me broken and scared.
No one
I'm so tired of it all.

Of having to do the same thing,
Day in, day out,
No change whatsoever.

It feels as if
Every month
Keeps getting longer and longer,
Never bothering to end.

"Time is the enemy of us all", they say,
And it couldn't hold more true
Than this moment right now.

Every second lasts a decade,
And every moment, an eternity.

I want my life to change,
So maybe I'll just end it.
I'm so tired of the monotony of it all.
‚ÄĘ You're not a burden
‚ÄĘ It's ok to be struggling
‚ÄĘ It's ok to tell people you're struggling
‚ÄĘ Please tell people you're struggling
‚ÄĘ Don't suffer in silence. Tell someone. Get help
‚ÄĘ It's ok to need help
‚ÄĘ The world is more beautiful because you're in it
‚ÄĘ You are worth it
‚ÄĘ Thank you for existing
‚ÄĘ You're beautiful
‚ÄĘ Please stay alive
‚ÄĘ If you're looking for a sign not to **** yourself, this is it
‚ÄĘ People love you
I love you
I wish silence could explain
That my words are not in vain
And if you want me, there I'll be

I wish silence could explain
That I'm true and sincere, not insane
So if you'd like, there I'd be

I wish I could just say
But I have to trust the silence
Cause that's the price I have to pay

It makes me feel dizzy
But yet still it's easy
Cause I couldn't find the words

So I shut my mouth from here
Without a single tear
So you can hear my loud silence

Knowing it's for you.
Alec Astaire
Darling, where are you?
I have so much love to give
If I could find you.

her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.

the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.

each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.

but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.

jiminy littly
Love  Time  Left  Behind  Tears

Eyes  Lost  Dark  Heart  Pain  
Feeling alone all day

Your sun hands inside a falling man



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Ilya Krivonosov
You were in Africa in June,
When in the head of the from sun skew?
Yeah, like drinking a liter of shampoo
For thin and weakened hair.

And you read young poets,
Trying to make a joke?
Yes, it's like living in the land of Soviets
And all advise far leave to live.
With hasty fervor was I summoned to a home
It was thought that a young girl did roam
Away she went on her feet
Or did someone take her in a van?

The children in the street they did report
That the girl was dragged away by a man of a sort
I checked the home even under the beds
Under the covers where kids hide;
the closets too

My counterpart and I got the whole story
But our guts told us something wasn’t right
In the kitchen we quickly discussed
The rapidly changing story of the kids outside

There was something wrong
Something not right, the feeling was palpable
We double checked all places for a sleeping child
Then glanced through the back window with fright

A pool.  We became overcome with dread
The officers and mother swore they checked the pool
They said that they were sure she wasn’t in the deep
But trust nothing and look for yourself is a saying to live and work by

Chuy and I stood at the pool
The water was not nearly clear enough
For us to rule out the unthinkable
We both peered from side to side

I saw a dark spot that seemed to be a drain
At the deep end of the pool did I bend
And stared ever intently at the drain
The drain started to move, ever so slightly, with the waves

Chuy confirmed what I thought I saw
A sick pall did upon us fall
I grabbed the long net
And commenced a long haul

I felt the spot heavy on the net
While officers searched for a kidnapper
Which was accorded by the kids
The mother thought we were wasting time

As I pushed the heavy
To the shallow end of the pool
I saw her four-year-old body
‚Äú****,‚ÄĚ I thought, bring the lieutenant

We drew straws to jump in
To fetch the poor child
To return her to her mother
I lifted her out and wrinkled she was

Too late to revive, too dead
Now how to tell the mother
So we braced her for her fall
She saw her baby stiff and wrapped

A toy floated by
As mom she hurtfully cried
We brought the EMT’s
They saw she was too far gone

Called off the troops
Squeezed the water from my pants
The officers and mother could not understand
How they missed the little tot

Our feeling, unfortunately correct
A mother’s life wrecked
It’s tough to pull a child from the water
And a toy in the pool floated innocently by
Mohd Arshad
Like photography,

Friendship needs your favour.

If you have a well developed mind

You can catch any beautiful scene

In one go.
I teach her to paint flowers.
I play cards with her.
I wheel her outside in her wheelchair.
In the warm, sunny air.
I show her I care.
While my dear mother in Heaven
looks down and smiles.
I smile too.
And then.
Shed a tear.
My beloved mother always wanted me to work with the elderly. This poem is for her. I miss you, Mom.
I opened my eyes and saw a light;
through childish sight
the light took flight.
cried my sister dear
but I saw fairies
flitting near.
Little wings
delicate and soft
they would break
if I merely coughed.
I closed my eyes
and sprouted wings
a firefly
of the spring.
Listen, listen,
do you hear me sing?
The trees are the chorus
rustling in the wind,
the river adds music
wild and unpinned.
My wings carry me
higher and higher
I feel my soul
burning with fire--
‚ÄúSister! Sister!‚ÄĚ
blink blink
open my eyes
but I still like to believe
that they’re
not just

to: a magical midsummer night
Lost Soul
don't smile at me...
cause ill smile back
leave me alone....
i cant love you
let me lie to myself...
cause i cant want you
push me away..
cause i know i could never leave you
Pedro Vialle
Let me sit here
and let life go by me
and finally I'll be forgotten
left to be ash on the side of the road
stepped on like I always was
no value, no worth
no one to care
so end this, please
let go and forget
Why wouldn't you give up on me?
I'm just a rock in your way
so kick me to the side
and go away
before I ruin everything
like I always do
I find myself caught between a rock and a hard place
So oh please, I'm in need of grace.
I have to act grown up or I have to act the way I feel. But neither one seems reasonable
On the bed made up of grief
Tucked in with neat linen lies lined sheets
Fluffy pillows to lay your aching brain on
The warmest cover, to always keep you cold
Tuck me in
BJ Donovan
As the raven's shadow eclipsed the sun
   I trembled with doubt for my beliefs.
   I wished I knew hidden truths gods are
   privy to and I'll die in ignorance again.
Once more I claw beneath dignity in
search of a captain's beauty with wild
hair and a member of my church.
What will come of our bent knees?
Pray. Hear the beat of our hearts in a symphony.
We might fail to bury the grief. We might find who
we've spent our lives looking for. Peace.
There are many people you can lay in bed with,
But there are few who you'll want to wake up with
Jennifer West
Thank you for burning me
With your senseless thoughts
For now I know
My own worth
You tell him you love him
Because you don’t want him to leave
You don’t know the difference
Let me ask you my dear,
do you mind if we feel lonely together?
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Preeti Karnwal
The curtain in the corner

The pattern on the curtain

The texture of the pattern

It says a lot about my pains.
at once you mean so much to someone,
yet when someone more important comes along,
you're nothing but a dead leaf blowing in the wind.
I say I hate you.
Little do you know,
I'm scared to say I love you.

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
Let the emotions
Bleed from
Your heart
By the pain
Of separation
Let it bleed
And it
Will heal
Lexi Guffey
Don't tell me you love me.
I am a free spirit,
not to be tied down.
I am a magi of the earth -
an apostle to the ebb and the flow.

Don't tell me you love me
when you do not know the words that leak inside my head,
when you cannot look into my eyes and read whats going on,
when you cannot understand that I am woman -
not object, not, possession not yours

Don't tell me you love me.
If you loved me,
you'd let me go
Just message me?
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
Erica Girone
They tell me to be happy
To laugh & act care free
They tell me I’ll feel better
Why can’t they just leave me be?

They tell me to be happy
As if it should be easy for me
They tell me I’m not trying
I can’t help but disagree

They tell me to be happy
If I go to therapy they guarantee
That it will fix all my problems
Which sounds so silly to me

They tell me to be happy
I tell them I’m just fine
Sometimes there’s beauty in suffering
And I’ve found mine in rhyme
Books devour the silence

that weighs down inside

like bright little creatures

they dream and breath

in their cosy little worlds

until each page sizzles

with a human touch
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
‚Äúgood morning bad boy‚ÄĚ

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
it’s not a normal feeling
not a temporary feeling
you’re sick, and you know it
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