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Vesper Jan 18
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There are times in stories
Where you think the story aught to end
But it don't
Sometimes I can relate that to poetry
Where the poem should end
Sound better that way
But I don't
Stop
Writing
Vesper Jan 18
Wishing the voices would stop
Wishing the matrix to stop calling
Wishing to die-
But then come back
And do it all again
  Jan 18 Vesper
Liana
To all of you
That are hurting
I wish I could soothe you
Give you a hug
And tell you that you're not alone

Unfortunately, we are all
Through a screen
On the deepest
Smallest
Most beautiful place in the internet
And I can't hug you

I am trying my best
Willing my brain and my heart
To send you some comfort
And some love
Even when you feel unlovable

I hope that when you look up at the stars
Or the morning moon
You remember
All the others on here
So saw it too

Breath
You're okay

In
...
Out

Tap your left hand with your right
Like I just did now

Maybe
This is how
Even if someone of us are
Far
Far away ?
(this note was written by a crayon, Garry. He was an indescribable color, but tasted like ham flavored toothpaste.)
Vesper Jan 18
Will there ever be a day?
Where I do not live in fear?
Of your constant watch?

Will there ever be a day?
Where I find real love?
For more than a minute?

Will there ever be a day?
Where the shadows stop lurking?
Where the voices stop talking?

Will there ever be a day?
Where I figure this out?
Where I can fall down and rest?

Will there ever be a day?
Where I am truly alone?

Sometimes it feels
Like the days have passed
Slower and Slower
Faster and Faster
It feels like the days I aught for
Are already gone
Just a memory
Floating in the wind

So I keep wondering...
Will there ever be a day?
Vesper Jan 18
You've got fangs
That sink into the skins of men
Poisoning them and thinking they really are someone
You've got scales
Slimy and Rigid
Ugly and Disgusting
You've got yellow eyes
Piercing gaze
Striking fear into the hearts of men
You're snake-like
You belong in a cage
To be laughed at
To be made faces at
YOU ARE A SNAKE
Vesper Jan 16
I thought I had lots of friends
But they were friends
Just not real ones

I tried to confide in one that I really trusted
Just water off a ducks back
I almost cried at another
'Dude. Stop crying.'

Back then I wished
To have more friends
I guess I wish they were real
Vesper Jan 16
Sometimes
We feel like falling down
Feel like screaming
Like crying
Like giving up

What's the point of life?
If it was all ups?
And no downs?

I bet it would be boring
I bet it would be sad
If there is no challenges in life
How are you supposed to grow?

That's the truth
We wouldn't grow
Become spoiled
Wanting more
What a sad life it would be
Without the Ups and Downs
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