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  Nov 2014 MysteryBear
Psychoticries
you saw sadness,
and you never noticed the pain.

you heard the thunder,
and ignored the rain.

but yet you wonder,
just why you dug my grave.

you saw, my dear.

but you cannot see.
You only saw what I was feeling but didn't see the real pain that I felt.
MysteryBear Nov 2014
Drowned out emotions

World War III perceived in his eyes

Not the first or last time

He wanted to tear his eyes out

The last sign of his vulnerability

But when you catch him smiling

Oh that smile—

For a beautiful second,

My own demons stop shooting bullets

To stop and stare
I don't have a crush on the guy who the poem is about but he really needs to smile more.
  Nov 2014 MysteryBear
jls
I see metaphors from broken hearts
and wish my heart would break into
something beautiful.
I spend my time making love to pen and paper
in hopes of producing
something acceptable.
I wait at my desk for hours,
crying and trying
to purge something useful out of me.
But no matter how hard I try,
no matter how much my fingers bleed
and my heart aches
I will never be a Poe, Hemingway or Dickinson.
I'm just a fragile little girl wearing her heart not on her sleeve but on paper.
Hoping,
praying,
that will be enough.
  Nov 2014 MysteryBear
Born
I would love you all to write a poem talking to earth, call it dear earth.
tell it anything, how beautiful it is, your love story, confess what makes you frown or smile ,if a loved one left *died ,how are you pushing throug. how is your current state on earth, good or bad,best or worst,let earth know what's happening to you .this is just a conversation with earth before it swallows you.
AND PLEASE REPOST AND PARTICIPATE THANKS

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http://hellopoetry.com/poem/947133/dear-earth/
comment your poems link or inbox,, thanks
MysteryBear Nov 2014
In and out
Breathe
Stay strong
I'm trying
Stop cutting
Be a good girl
Smile
I can't
Hopeless
Waste of space
Disgrace
*I know
The regular font is a person who doesn't understand depression and addiction. The italicized is the depressed person's answers.
MysteryBear Nov 2014
Hid my tears with makeup
      Curled my hair despite the burns
   Pierced through my desperation for
                            earrings
       Some may call me an attention
                              *****
        Or a girl who finally embraced   
                     her feminine side
                      But I don't care
      Your opinion is the only one that
                            matters
But you had the audacity not to notice
               *Your Porcelain Doll
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