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Silent cries darken even the brightest places of her soul
As they broach the subject of her faults:
Irresponsible, unempowered, unworthy, insignificant.
Irresponsible in the face of problems,
Unempowered to the point of deafening silence,
Unworthy of anyone's blessings and everyone's love,
And insignificant enough not to have any worth in the world.

She was a simple, scary mistake,
One that could never be erased,
But she's here now,
And she's been here for quite some time.
Now everyone wonders:
How much longer will she last?
And I just can't close
My eyelids.

I can't turn off
My mind.
All I think about it you. I disgust myself in my selfishness.
And my god it's going to be impossible
To find someone to love now.

Because before
All I had to do
Was find someone who held
A little bit of her
In them.

Her smile or
The way she glanced my way.
The toss of her hair or
The way she bit her lip.

But now
Look at me.
A mess.

It appears I must have fallen.

Because while I'm searching for her
I find myself looking for more of you.
Idaho and botched raspberry kisses.
**** the happy people that depression never struck
**** the happy people and all of their good luck
**** the happy people who've never known this strife
**** the happy people who've never used a razor or a knife
**** the happy people that the monsters never came
**** the happy people with no voices in their brain
**** the happy people that with the universe they have no gripe
**** the happy people and their ******* happy lifes
Please read between the lines this poem really has nothing to do with hating happy people or any people for that matter.  The only hate is for the chronic depression I've lived with now for over 38yrs.
 Aug 2016 Lost Poet
Stephan

As twilight sighs
neath moon shadow patterns,
my longing heart beats
in perfect cadence
with the universe,
creating constellations
on a silent nightscape
shimmering luminously
of my love for her
Ok, just one.  : )
A scream in the next bedroom
I squeeze my earbuds in deeper.
Constant thudding
Sobs grow louder.
untill her mouth is covered
I rub my temples.
My head is pounding
Just as hard
As my heart.
My moms a victim.
She resembles it every time she cooks for him
His words like fire
Amd
His fists like lighting,
always striking somewhere
Tears are welling up in the corner of my eyes
My toungue burning with desire
For revenge.
Thwack
Thwack.
A boom at the wall.
all i see is black
Mom
Please fight back.
Please.
Sobbing
Fear
And then suddenly
*nothing
 Aug 2016 Lost Poet
Ana S
take my hand.
I will lead you through the storm.
The storm on the inside.
The storm that you can't hide.
I can see the pain in your eyes.
Really it's no surprise.
You've been through so much.
You are strong.
Amazing.
And not hopeless.
So take my hand.
Allow me to walk you through the storm.
Through the storm
 Aug 2016 Lost Poet
Traveler
There remains no train to glory
The jackals have broken their cells
The zombies are in the mall now
The angels are cast unto hell

The brilliance of the wicked
Rule the castle of thieves
All the wars they can monger
All the innocent blood they can bleed

Corporate incentives form their new gods
The big money of freedom's speech
They locked the gates to the heavens
       And ignore the voice of the meek...
Little bits of me
Constantly searching
For little bits of you
In every set of lips
I kiss.
 Jul 2016 Lost Poet
Samm Marie
If things change it will be for the better
Because sometimes all that's needed
Is a nudge
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