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 Apr 2017 Anonymous Freak
J
Binge
 Apr 2017 Anonymous Freak
J
I could not tell you why
Or how
How many
Or when it starts
If it will end
But I can tell you one thing, dear friend
The aftermath is more detrimental than
Nuclear weapons at the hands of evil
Restrict, binge, repeat
The Devil himself spoon feeds my mind
Restrict, binge, repeat
Every time
Restrict, binge, repeat
It's a cycle that has swallowed me, too
I fear this will become my life
Or be there always
Haunting me to the grave
Restrict, binge, repeat
 Apr 2017 Anonymous Freak
Lopz
Look at me I'm older than you and you think that I'm this awesome person, and nobody can do what I can.
Well let me give you a reality check, I'm not a role model.
Don't do what I do, don't say what I say. Don't try to be me.
I'm not perfect Ok, I got flaws, a lot of flaws most of them are my fault but that's cause it was my choice, I did this to myself and I've learned to deal with it, so do yourself a favor.
Don't look up to me.
I'd never seen the sky
Cause i'd never looked up
'Till a pretty little bird
Called to me and
Opend my eyes to the blue
The clouds and the breeze
She showed me the sky
And let me love
Then flew away
To a place i could never touch
I am lonely,
I am left aside
I don’t have anyone
I am dead inside
I blurred my own sight
I can’t see what is wrong and what is right
I just feel like
I am wrong all the time
I am on the corner of the party
I am alone
I am pure bones

I have some friends,
I can live a life
You can
You just need to try
Don’t be so shy
Live a life
Be alive.
Perfectly patient or patiently perfect,
Any way you would word it
The waiting seemed worth it
Perfectly believable
Or unbelievably perfect
Was it really that worth it
Or was it the way you would word it
 Apr 2017 Anonymous Freak
Sjr1000
he won't shut up
when he's around
he wants to write everything
keeps on formulating phrases
hallucinating
couches into flying carpets
swearing that he's seen
the ground from the sky

The Poet
we never know what he's doing -
turning black sheep
into heaven
he's stuck on the inside
looking out

The Poet
he won't shut up
but when I really need him
he's no where to be found

when he wants what
he wants
in these poems of his
I know I'll wind up
embarrassed humiliated and forlorn

The Poet
when he's around
he won't shut up
he keeps going on and on

And when he's gone
Silence.
If i don't rise in blooming spring
Ring the doorbell of the gone
Cut off every string i have
Please unbind my ghost from earth
Shoot me flowers to the moon
Let me know i lived in you
Let me know i mattered once
***finding my poem on the daily was truly a nice surprise*** Thank you  wonderful poets
 Apr 2017 Anonymous Freak
Yasmine
through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them
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