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We are all victims
of failed society
They criticize
They hate
They judge
and we all just
stood there
crying,
tired,
and broken.
We are too numb
to feel,
We pretend to be deaf
about what they say,
We stay blind
of the things they did,
We are the outcast
of this broken world,
We remain silent
creating our own
vast world within
our enormous
minds—There,
we stand
taller than towers
There, our inner voices
speak the loudest
There, our sight
and imagination
is boundless.
I said
"someday
they will
all fall, and
I'd be too
oblivious to hear
all of their screams"
—they made me like this.
Siin.li
I don't deserve to be picked on anymore
I don't deserve the bullying from another
You try to help others but some just use it as a small minded game
I know we can be a part in form of another but right now it doesn't feel the same
 Apr 2020 Jon Moss
A
People talk about near-death experiences
and I feel like me almost staying with you was one.

Like me settling, saying 'fine, this is fine'
whilst my heart cried for more,
that was definitely one.

And it feels like I've just made it out alive,
my heart bleeding, my mind a mess
and my arms so tired from carrying you
but still, I made it.
Is it just a big illusion anyway
This earth game
Is any of it really real
What matters
Perhaps Love
The rest sometimes just feels like drama
Although I laugh at the comedy moments
They're fun
Past partners I attracted from my lack of self worth
So I was constantly left hurting
The things said stayed in my head
It came from my lack of feeling good enough as a child
So she ran to her saviour
But the attraction was from a place of pain
The rain fell from my eyes and many times they just watched
Only picking me up after I had completely fallen felt I'd given up
I keep working on self healing but some aches are still present
I wish I had loved myself earlier
Maybe
I could be happier
 Apr 2020 Jon Moss
Kelly McManus
What will be their fate
with state controlled media
children imitate

                      Kelly McManus
 Apr 2020 Jon Moss
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 Apr 2020 Jon Moss
natalie
The Pills
I take for my Head
I take for my thoughts
I take for my feelings
begin to look
Delicious,
Tempting,
Inviting.

Unlike the people
they accept me,
they want me,
they need me.
They haze my mind
making me uncontrollable
but oddly comfortable.

I’ve never been so high
not high enough to see the stars
or high enough to quit.
But i want to...
Not Quit.

I want to see the stars.
I want the world around me to go dim
stay there even.
And I want things to stop.
I want to be alone.

— The End —