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 Jul 2019 Yann
Alex John Peace
Watch me as I fall apart,
try and fix the pieces of my broken heart,
but there is nothing left to mend,
for the damage is done,
my feelings are so numb,
I keep saying to myself it'll be ok in the end,
but this time I fear I've gone too far,
cut too deep into my scars,
the only way I can escape is into your heart,
but it's too late,
so you can watch me as I fall apart.
 Jul 2019 Yann
Alex John Peace
Nothing is what it seems,
you may see me smile,
but you don't see the tears that I cry.
Nothing is what it seems,
you may think that I'm okay,
but you don't see the pain that I hide away.
Nothing is what it seems,
behind closed doors it's always a different story.
No one hears the cries for help,
no matter how hard you try and reach out.
Sometimes I just want to scream and shout,
but no one cares because we're all so wrapped up in our own little world.
We listen to all the gossip and forget about the facts,
the pressure of today's society has got us feeling trapped.
 Jul 2019 Yann
Graff1980
Untitled
 Jul 2019 Yann
Graff1980
Right now, I am dealing with
all of my insignificance,
the pittance that this peasant
employs to avoid
complete depression.
 Jul 2019 Yann
Kanishka
Door
 Jul 2019 Yann
Kanishka
I'm like a closed door,
Not locked just shut.
People gather around.
But none of them so bold,
Willing to cross my threshold.
Would you come in?
 Jul 2019 Yann
dove
escape
 Jul 2019 Yann
dove
think to yourself
and just breathe
take something
to make you feel
above the clouds
past the moon,
past the stars
 Jul 2019 Yann
cjesus
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 Jul 2019 Yann
cjesus
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I"m sorry if I'm not enough
I'm sorry if I'm too much
I'm sorry that I'm sorry
I worry that I give too much
Try too hard
So I pull back
And then worry I'm not giving enough
So I try harder
Like a child on a teetertotter
Never able to balance it evenly
 Jul 2019 Yann
sandra wyllie
last night when I couldn’t sleep
it was a hell of a lot better than counting sheep
and then again as I rolled this old body out of bed
and put pen to paper

your face was there floating
over the page like a big balloon at the Macy’s
Thanksgiving Day parade
and the thought of seeing you again

having your eyes lock with mine
is it a dream?
it’s a spot of light in this dark graveyard
a planted flower

a pint of ale
a sun shower and the rainbow
with all its color at
the end
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