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 Sep 2017 Deedee
Xphaedos
I'm Sorry
 Sep 2017 Deedee
Xphaedos
I’m sorry
I’m sorry I pay attention to your wrists
But I do it because you’re beautiful and unbroken and I want the whole world to know
I want everyone too see how beautiful your skin is that your mother and father made, and how perfectly imperfect it is

I’m sorry I pay attention to your wrists
But I do it because I’m scared and worried that I won’t be able to protect you more than a knife ever did
I want you to know how loved you are and how you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met

I’m sorry I pay attention to your wrists
But I do it because I never want you to ever be hurt again; by other people or yourself
I want you to know how strong you are, and that no matter who hurts you, I believe you can pull through because you’re amazing

I’m sorry I pay attention to your wrists
But I do it because every single scar reminds me how I was too late
I wanted to be there more and even now, I continue to miss you and worry constantly, fearing that you’ll disappear from my life and I won’t be able to be a better friend

I’m sorry
I’m sorry I pay attention to your wrists
I don’t mean to do it to draw people’s attention
I know you’ve gotten enough of that already
Quick glances or long stares
I just want you to know
I’m here
And
I
Care
 Sep 2017 Deedee
Gabriel burnS
Friendly pokes
***** jokes
Someone has misheard:

-Are you some kinda perv?
-I struck some kinda nerve?

Awkward looks
into boots.

Who will be the first
to change the topic,
pitch of talking?
Can this be reversed?

It was just an impulse.
Yes, it is that simple
when it's not rehearsed.
Who's that good with words?

Smile and let's move on.
Let us not be dull.
Moods will come and go
so on the go we learn.
 Sep 2017 Deedee
Matthew Vargas
She's never thought she was beautiful
She saw beauty in everything
From the tall pines
To the withered down bricks on the side of our home.
She saw beauty in me
She encouraged and supported me,
When no one else dared.
All I've ever wanted was for her to love herself as much as I do.
Because she's shown me so much along the years,
From what it means to love and be loved,
To how it feels to run my hand down her hair,
And have a true promise of eternity.
I hold her tight through the nights
And chase her fears away
As she does for me.
And I will love her until the day comes
Where we're withered and gray
And the feeling of her insecurities go away.
And even after our final breaths,
I'll love her after death
 Sep 2017 Deedee
Harry Roberts
How I used to wonder,
What you would wonder
When the skies were torn asunder.

Where the earth becomes molten
The seas turn to steam,
The universe unravelled at
It's seems.

We were lost and we burned
Reality still despite what we learned.
And from us fates love turned.

Tarnished,
Dehydrated in the heat,
Famished.

Drying out
Our minds faded,
Now we're dying out.

The bombs, War -
Tyrants buying out
Souls selling out.

And Anarchy ensues.
Not the most positive poem guys.
Love to all regardless
)o(
 Sep 2017 Deedee
Skye Marshmallow
Wilted flowers,
Dying by the closed window,
In the the darkness they cower,
Suffering through the lack,
Of days spent with you.

These flowers jewel my childhood,
The colour in my photo book,
Now distant, cold and grey,
Petals falling each time,
 A maybe doesn't come to life.

Flowers see the mask,
The man hidden beneath,
A shadow of who he used to be,
Or maybe it was always pretend,
I was just to blind to see.
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