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WickedHope
broken
‘perhaps we are broken together’
what a lie
you tried to tell me
‘we can fix each other’
i’ll give
as much to say that’s true
but you didn’t follow through
you picked up pieces
glued them together
for what
to “fix” only yourself
all you did was shatter
all that you held
in your hands

broken
we are not broken together
we are broken apart
i tried to tell you
but you never cared to listen
you stole for yourself
you know this much is true
that  you are so hollow through and through
you broke me to pieces
i had finally glued together
for what
because i was nothing
although you once cared
[all that matters now is
nothing]
**Hey, I am looking for suggestions for the last two lines, they aren't at all finite but I was stuck and wanted to get this up. So feedback please!
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krissie
thoughts of you consuming the mind
lost hearts you will never find
black and white create the day
for every soul has to pay

fears are captured in the dark
love and light breaking apart
suffering is feeling from afar
new life peeling from the heart
Darkness invadeth my empty soul/
With and unquenching thirst to watch the world fall/
Society is doomed to the tomb
Cause we dug our own graves/
The manner in which we behave, displays/
How easily we are swayed//
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netanya janel
i'm needy, i'm restless
don't know where my head is
got bruises and whiplash
every move's got a backlash
i can't tell you, i'm thinking
i'm constantly sinking
on the edge, see your face
but things just aren't the same
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Erenn
Shadows
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Erenn
Behind those fabricated smiles
Only exists at the palm of her mind.
'Misunderstood
Betrayed
Diminished
Stabbed
Tortured'
endlessly by the evil deep behind her norms
She grazed upon disbelief that anything but this cease to exist.
She had enough
She wanted to run, fly away
Far, faraway from here

She’s been living a lie between her & her
It has to come to an end.
The world she thought was beautiful
Laughed at how obtuse she was
Believing their lies
Entertained to their heart’s content

She finally escaped
Running forever until she came to a halt
A void full of serenity
Silence preaching the winds to howl
The moon was listening despite the night being blind
She knew this was where she needs to be
She found her canopy out of trees of rested shadows

They had been there all along
Inside her—
breathing the same sun
Rooted to her veins
Always by her side
Protecting her.



Erennwrites
Shadows.
There's always something about it that made me feel safe.
A friend that's always protecting me in the day and sometimes at night when I'm afraid of the dark.
'O’ the night, sky filled with swirling clouds,
Stars ablaze with their own luminescence,
And a bright crescent moon is painted
Although the objects are exaggerated -

Below the rolling hills of the horizon lies a small town
‘O’ A peaceful essence is flowing from the stone
The cool dark colors and the fiery windows spark
Memories of our own warm childhood years filled with

Imagination exists in the night and dark starry skies
Center point of the town is the tall steeple of the church,
Reigning largely over the smaller buildings
Size and seclusion onto the town when steeple casts down

A massive dark stripes makes it greater and isolated,
Curve lines create mirror of the Sky
‘O’ From a mountain to a leafy bush,
Formation is wide and full of variety

@Musfiq us shaleheen
Based on Vincent Van Gogh's Painting Starry Night
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Kataleya
Drip drop tear.
The darkness nears.
Your demons are here.
Drip drop tear.

Drip drop tear.
The shadow leers.
Your pain is your peer.
Drip drop tear.

Drip drop tear.
The heart no longer bears.
Death smells of fear.
Drip drop tear.


©Aastha
Six O’clock knocking on the shadow
of an older generation
He’s blind, imprisoned
after a lifetime of adventure
Screaming out loud
through his expression, motionless
Mr. Lovemore,
blind grey eyes capture me and leave me heartbroken
Fascinated by the walk of his past,
he’s a teacher , I’ll push him in a wheelchair
He can imagine I’m pushing him through Africa
Six O’clock, a listener
as I read out loud to him, old aged

- salome albrecht
I went to visit an old aged home a year or so ago where I ended up reading to Mr.Lovemore, a blind man. I wish I had gone back a couple more times, he had so many stories to tell me. Many more than I could read to him.
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