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Alethea Jul 2014
He's only 11 and he says he's psychotic.
He says that nobody likes him, but he's okay with that.
He probably plays in his yard alone,
doesn't have anyone to talk to on the phone.
I see cuts on his wrist, visible proof of the risk.
He uses his ADHD as an excuse, one can observe he's hiding the abuse.
He's excluded from everything, he wants to die
but he needs to spread his wings and fly!
Instead he takes the other's opinions to heart,
tearing his body slowly apart...
  Jul 2014 Alethea
Poetic T
You think you know me
Think I'm the joker of the pack,
Reading me isn't easy,
Many faces do I put up
To hide the many cracks that rise,
But I hide behind laughter, anger just below
I have to keep control.
Never to lose an inch, never to explode,
I am a puddle, calm on the surface
But turbulent under that,
I am a shallow lake
But all you see is a refection
Not really seeing what stirs beneath that,
Do not
Judge,
Presume.
Think you know my troubles
That lie just beneath the cracks,
Controlling,
Restraining,
Deep breaths,
Holding the tears back,
I wish to put it behind me
But times it runs, comes from behind,
Hitting me hard in the back.
Winding my emotions
Tears and rage flow
Uncontrolled
Alone
Fear
Anger
Take control
You stole a part of me
Something that even with time I can never get back.
  Jun 2014 Alethea
Sasha Ranganath
Don't tell me when
Your soul haunts you,
Don't tell me when
Your darkest desire comes true.

Don't tell me if
You have nightmares
Don't tell me if
Nobody cares.

Don't tell me about
The flickering lights,
Don't tell me about
Your inner fights.

Don't tell me that
You're going crazy,
Don't tell me that
Your vision is hazy.

Don't tell me to
Bring you to life,
Don't tell me to
Watch you cry.

Don't tell me
Anything,
Because I know
Everything.
  Jun 2014 Alethea
harlee kae
Love *****
   and hurts.
       And for those of us
         that give it freely,
            it hurts the most
               for us.
               But in the end
            we'll keep loving,
         so we can feel
      like we did everything
   we could
to be loved in return.
  Jun 2014 Alethea
Sean Yessayan
Red, blue, and orange somehow peak,
sun blasted clouds in front
a picturesque scene no words can depict,
or the shot when it's seen.

If such beauty lies in the inanimate,
then am I to believe I too exist?
When the ringing in my chest
and esophagus
echoes with the most hollow pitch?

Blinding light bears a hole,
killing the product
with the source of it all.
I am filled with the sorrow
of watching a loved one fall.
sunsets n ****.
  Jun 2014 Alethea
happily anonymous
the sweet warm breath on my neck
the scratches on your back
my deep moans of pleasure
and the clenching of the sheets
oh how I love the way you make love to me
  Jun 2014 Alethea
ky
i want to know
how it feels
to love someone
with every last
atom of my being
and have them
love me
just as much
as their lungs
love oxygen
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