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  Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
Evelyn Silver
My head, my heart, they are empty,
producing, containing nothing.
Yet, they are stuffed to the max,
flooding with thoughts, emotions, worries, hopes.
How can one be so empty, yet so full?
I am a ghost existing,
alive and dead in this twisted world.
They drain us of vitality and fill us with emptiness.
We are the lost.
Don’t bother looking for us,
we are already gone, found.
  Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
A Lopez
I will make it a life's journey
To lead and not follow.
I will make it a life's journey
For this
Pain
Of
Mine
To swallow.
  Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
Bunhead17
The dark side of the moon looks like an abandoned child...

Craters and dust, left alone in the wild.

The dark side of the moon looks like
a single mother with bruises on her face...

*And a motherless child
lost out in space.
Copyright 2015
Short poem. If this poem trends then we'll make a part two.
Chalsey Wilder Dec 2015
Everything you do to stand out probably makes you stand in.
Just do you.
Chalsey Wilder Dec 2015
Sweet sweet tender flesh
I bite into the rest
My tongue does a taste test
My mind goes under a slight mesh
Of feelings and taste
My mind sets off a race
My tongue begins to pace

I could eat this slowly all day
This poem is about the rotisserie chicken I had last night. XD
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