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NoHayPila
Alone she waits where waves won't sleep,
The sea her grave, the sky her keep.
For love, for hope, for what can't be,
Just bones adrift in memory.

No voice to cry, no soul to see,
Yet still she waits eternally.
Time turned her into bone and air,
But still she lingers, as if one cared.
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Rin
little ms. perfect,
has a little secret.
She's a big fat liar,
and you can't trust her words.
She cries,
yet she lies.
So whats the point in her?
Her words are like honey,
but be careful,
They sting!
she'll drain you till you drop,
so leave while you can!
i hate this one girl,
She talks like an angel,
but lies a lot.
i know this because im her 'friend'
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collin
oh
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collin
oh
oh, the bliss that must come with
the ignorance to your own actions
the knives you spit with vehemence  
whether involuntary or by choice
a deaf man could’ve felt
the disappointment in your voice
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Lyle
Lies
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Lyle
Lies, deceit
truth stowed away
kept behind clenched teeth
and locked lips
all the while the lies spill
unbound, from desperate mouths
oozing out like honey dripping from
a liar's tongue
Lies, deceit
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neth jones
facing online screen
my harnessed heart hardens
        harassed collectively
An Anti Haiku
notes :
etch//my harnessed heart hardens / harried collectively / in muddled company /living the exhaustive betray online / engraving on the permabrain with harrowing / events of foreigners / strangers / and those punished by history / never passed  / just processed / repeatedly and refined / fits of mistruth teething missionarily away / peppered and interjected with visionary ads, funnies, farces and gossips / then follows enraged and reactive whippings and opinions / but what really takes hold / is the fear that comes when their is nothing to fear /fear installed undergrowing basic life
additional notes :
existence relaxed becomes a persistence/strained/an aimed thing that comes/when their is nothing on your plate/biting back/everything surrounds tight but nothing is attacking/nothing is wrong... yet/but your anxious mind knows all the things/reading about this online/rejects comfort/a guilty attachment remains/and the harnessed heart hardens
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Rain
the thought strikes
clings with its whole might
just take the blade
before old scars fade
fighting to keep the thoughts at bay
just cut the inside pain away
hugging my tear soaked pillow
drowning in my sorrow
I shakingly sit up
Reach for the blade where it was last put
I know I shouldn’t be doing this
But the pain I cant help but miss
It silences how I feel inside
I don’t always do it to die
Just to do at least one thing
That no one else is controlling
I really want to now
To stop I don’t know how
So I give in and take the razor
Raise my pant legs and hover over
Bring the knife to my skin
Till my legs get crimson
When im done with my thing
My poor thighs sting
Now I don’t focus on the inside pain
Or feel as insane
I just let the bleeding
Do the healing.
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Azelea V
perhaps the reason why I could never stray away from u
was that you became the catalyst to my discovery of being alive
being alive without restrictions or repercussions
u led me to a point where i was ready to watch my world burn
so that i could see through the smokescreens
and for once and for all , live out the small percentage of having my true freedom

i felt like Maddie, watching you through my phone screen and getting so oddly fascinated by our differences
i only worried about you feeling sorry for myself
but you never made it obvious or real

You didn't save me- you simply were.

when we sat across each other at the table, and you were busy telling me the origins of your name, your likes and dislikes,
your friends and the upcoming party ,
deja vu visited me and said 'do u feel familar?'
i knew this was inevitable now


few first moments of seeing each other in person and we made out in your corridor
i met you 43 full moons ago
half drunk and heartbroken that i was trapped forever
in my small little world
now im the small little being in the big large world

i was cautious and plain and perfect
i now only see beauty and lessons i've gained

i often see you in my dreams
we meet in my messy,cozy room
but you're always telling me something interesting
while i tell myself how to stop thinking about your hands on my face

you were the last matchstick i somehow found
to re kindle my candle that was supposed to be covered in dust
and i happily revel in the warm wax melting through my gullibilty.

"Be careful because once you become a part of the world it becomes a part of you, too?
Because there’s no denying it now. I’m in the world.

And, too, the world is in me."
(excerpts from the book-'everything,everything')
when you meet new parts of yourself in someone, and those new parts can no longer sit still and observe any longer, you realise you can never go back, because if you did, you would never know what it ever feels like to be truly alive.
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hannah
i sent a leaf
down the river
it was easier than
folding paper boats
and
swimming
upstream

i watched it leave
down the river
it said goodbye
father rock
mother tree
and
cascaded
downstream
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Mia
Riven~
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Mia
Maybe it's our flesh that limits us,

Yet tearing it apart remains but a question.

I can't wipe your blood when mine runs red,
I can't piece you back when I lay a puzzle.
I can't drink in your tears,
When drowning calls my soul.
I saw a lyric somewhere about a line on tearing flesh. It felt so raw in a way I can't quite explain. This is short, but I hope it does justice.
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