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 Apr 19 Mar
at the market
 Apr 19 Mar
it costs nothing to be kind
until some ****
decides to jack up the prices
to someone you know.
 Mar 22 Mar
When you are lost in a world, just think;
What is love?
Is it a sensation?
Is it a feeling?
Is it even real?

Love is a feeling of care,
Love is a feeling of want even when unwanted.
Love is pleasure not fear.
Love is awesome.
I love this feeling.

I hate you, I love you
Some words you will say when you are in love.
Maybe love is not for me
I will just leave things where they are!
I’ve lost everything because of love,
So what must I do?

I’ll just think about pain then love.
You say you love me
I hear I like you
My heart has been bruised too badly to listen
I know love when I see love.

It is just not for me.
I hate,
I love.
I don’t love!
This piece was inspired by the hurt that was inflicted upon me as male.
I will be doing more
 Mar 22 Mar
Poetic Eagle
one day you will miss me
as much as l miss you
another random thought
 Mar 22 Mar
 Mar 22 Mar
you said I'll be your first and last

and you end up being my forever first,

and I'm never your last.
When I'm gone
I won't look back
I told myself so
I'm not leaving darkness
But rather
I'm leaving light -
Quiet mornings in our bed
Laughter in the kitchen
My head in your lap -
Sometimes it's harder
Forgetting what you love
 Mar 15 Mar
Van Xuan
 Mar 15 Mar
Van Xuan
I hate seeing a woman cry because of me
A principle I throw away
Since the day she left me alone

I made countless women cry
To satisfy my unquenchable anger
A sin that I can never overcome.

But when I saw my mother cried,
My heart was squeezed ruthlessly
An invisible force ripping my soul.

Can I still be called human?
When I've done so many cruel things
Even forgetting the only principle I have

A principle that I made for my mother when I made her cry once.
 Mar 15 Mar
Stu Harley
high up
Ferris Wheel
up here
air is fresh and clean
world be
my carousel
 Mar 15 Mar
 Mar 15 Mar
It’s dark outside
I don’t know why
It’s not too late
But I’m not going out
The wind is blowing
So very hard
If I go out
The storm would take me away
So I’ll stay in
Until the storm goes away
This is the first poem I wrote (that I can recall). I wrote it in fifth grade and figured I'd share it here.
 Mar 15 Mar
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
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