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Left behind
the me, I never could find,
blurred negatives,
burned.
The smoke conceals
all the False Positives.
Stop Praying
if you refuse to believe,
that mirror is a liar.
Instant Karma came to get you
but you were Too Far Gone.
 Apr 2017 SteffyWeffy
Hannah
I started writing
to get the pain out.
I needed a way
to claim a voice
in a ruthless world.
I couldn't find it
any other way.
I've tried everything,
but nothing
gives me a voice like poetry.
I've found things
that numb my pain,
like whiskey
and cigarettes.
I use them still,
even since
I've found my voice.
I'm addicted
to the way
they pair with my soul.   
It's kind of like
poets and coffee,
poets go well
with whiskey
and cigarettes too.
I think us poets,
we're addicted
to pain and suffering.
I think we like
the sting of heartbreak,
the pain of death,
the clutches of addiction.
In fact,
I know we do
because these
are the sufferings
that make up our work.
I'm a poet,
just like you.
I'm addicted
to coffee,
to whiskey and cigarettes,
to pain and suffering,
to loss and heartbreak.
I think it's why
so many of us
struggle to look
into the mirror.
It's because we know
our hearts are poison.
It's because we know
we can either
be monsters or angels.
It all depends on us,
on how we want
to roll the dice.
~ monsters or angels ~
 Apr 2017 SteffyWeffy
silvervi
Precious time
Great ideas
I am using these

I don't want
To lose them
Make them useless

Automatically
Planning out
Creativity
Is the ground

No illusions
Can be found
No strategic
Or deep wounds

Truth is happiness
With no fear
And creations are
Its best friends

Beautiful
Nice to hear
This is how this short poem
Ends
 Apr 2017 SteffyWeffy
Danica
Rising like a smoke
You make me so addicted
Under your spell I feel so Intoxicated

You make me so high
As the moan escaped from my lips
The linger of your touch
That shakes me within

The warmth of your skin
Your body against mine
The sparkle in your eyes
That set me on fire
Catch me, catch me, please catch me.

I feel the love, I feel the flames.
I got attached to you and now I can't get unattached.
You said you loved me and I said I love you.

catch me, catch me, Please catch me

You let me down, you let us down.
how could you leave me in this cold ground?
I needed your hand but instead you gave me your back.

I stayed to the ground until you came back
you didn't come back.

You walked past me like if you never seen me before.
You walked past me catching the one that was the love of your life.

This cold ground turned into beautiful ashes.


Evelin Geronimo
Relax babygirl.
Relax your mind
Relax your soul
Just relax.

Don't let these voices inside your head win.


Evelin Geronimo
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