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 Apr 2018 Ted
Nolan Davis
Your words lack meaning when backed by lies.
They pour out your mouth but drip through your eyes.
They fall like rain, the forecast reads pain.
But you must let them out to keep yourself sane.

They echo and haunt your every single thought.
A salvation you wish that you simply just bought.
Your soul up for bid, but who do we kid?
Its value diminished by the truth that you hid.

The list of your sins would make Satan blush.
Your hell is the product of dreams that you crush.
A spectator sport, with no need for support.
You glow in the spotlight cast down on the court.

Nothing remains as you receive your fate.
The harshest reality for all of your hate.
Condemned to the fact that you made a pact,
Your soul was the fee for the devil to attract.
 Apr 2018 Ted
Logan
Control
 Apr 2018 Ted
Logan
Tonight I will weep
For before i fall asleep
Thoughts of you endure

My mind was tampered
with, on a false promise of
a love that was sure

Your abrasive words
were a suckerpunch beneath
your veil of allure

You leave us a coarse
effigy of men, who shall
dismantle the pure.
My try at a haiku while keeping to the theme of mistreated women. Every word and action weighs on other people. The heavier they are the more damage is done mentally and physically.
 Mar 2018 Ted
Erin K
Only in the stillness of earth's untouched moments can you hear what calls,
A deep stirring,
A restless wild in the wind,
It whispers things of untamable beauty,
The fluidity of infinitum elegantly intertwined with every breath,
Within the depths of softly burning eyes it is written,
As it's echo traces the horizons edge it calls,

" f r e e d o m "
 Mar 2018 Ted
Ezis
I live on Melancholy Hill
A place quite hard to find

I live my life running low on serotonin
The gasoline that makes me go

I will never be fully satisfied
Curiosity and creativity go hand in hand

I stare out over my hill and wait
Always waiting and waiting to be rescued

I live my life in my mind
Talking has never been a strong suit

I sit on my hill with a megaphone
Its the only way I'm heard

I am rarely seen, always listening, and perpetually dying
People forget about me

I am told I have a black soul
Only I like the way it feels

I feel every emotion more than other people
Highly sensitive and dramatic

I know when you're lying
But sometimes I'm wrong

I can't seem to get happy
My happiness depending on others

I have goals and dreams
They are as far away as the stars J loves

I love too deeply
It never gets returned

I am learning to be myself
Doing things because I want to

I walk down my hill and into the the forest
A map has not been supplied

I live on Melancholy Hill
Forever feeling too deeply, Hardly ever happy.
"Up on Melancholy Hill" ....lmk if you know what I'm talking about
 Mar 2018 Ted
Nyx
Hate
 Mar 2018 Ted
Nyx

Hate

Such a powerful word
Leaves a bad taste in your mouth
Something you want to spit out

A burning passion
That ignites your soul
Consuming your mind
Its like a blackhole

There's a reason for everything
Or so we say
But feelings for somebody
Can change in just a day

The fateful time
when you discover their lies
All the tiny little things
You simply let slip by

It hurts to learn
That people arent what they seem
All the ******* up things
You have come to believe

The stone hard truth
Hits you in the face
It's cold and numbing
You feel like a disgrace

Pain and hurt
Morphed into a hate
Rage and anger
He's no longer your mate

Once a friend
Now turned a foe
You want revenge
Your hatred unknown

In silence you wait
As it bubbles away
Invading your mind
Thinking how dare they

Wanting to hurt them
And cause pain
To let them know
That you felt the same

Blinding yourself
Unaware of your actions
Your out of control
Not an ounce of compassion

Hatred binds you
Encasing your soul
An eye for an eye
But will you allow yourself to sink that low?

Hate
Such a powerful word.
Found out that one of my good friends, Has lied to me and hurt so many people, and I've learnt so much that I cant stand it anymore. How could I have been so blind for so long
 Mar 2018 Ted
Penny Iloa
My confusion for love has been my recent obsession.
Yet, I hold on to this "love" as life's accomplished possession.
The love I seek is created from within,
The type of love
another must try to win.
Thoughts that cross my mind.
 Mar 2018 Ted
Millie
Relapse
 Mar 2018 Ted
Millie
I found myself
At the end of a bottle
It's been three months
Reluctant solemn months

I said it would be six
I lied
I am weak
The bottle is my best friend

I woke up thirsty
It was a short night
I wanted it to be short
So I found myself
At the end of a bottle

— The End —