Anonymous

Anonymous Sep 2013

It's Thursday 26th
And I know

I wish I knew since the first time I saw you,
Last Thursday,
two weeks ago

I was squinting trying to see through the cigarette smoke our friends were submitting into the crisp evening air
trying to catch a glimpse of you

I remember the burn of the alcohol in my chest and the uncontrollable beating of my heart and the feeling of urgent adolescence
I downed as much liquid confidence as I could

You didn't pay much attention to me that night,
Hardly noticed me at all

Though it's Thursday 26th now
And thank god I know
That you had been the one squinting through the smoke at me
Last Thursday,
*three weeks ago

Anonymous Aug 2013

Poetry kills

Poetry kills

All form of expression kills
And I mean that literally
Not figuratively
Because nothing is really real when it's in your head - and that's fun

No one know what you're thinking
Not what your thoughts are telling you
No one knows who you miss
Who you loved
Love
Who you ******
Who you missed
Miss

Some may know who ****** you around
Is ******* you around
Will continue to ******* around
Without even making contact with you

Because minds like to play tricks
And mine is an evil genius

You still cross my mind time to time
And my mind enjoys that
It likes to play the bad memories on replay
You hit me
Are hitting me
*****
Still ****
And I'm left numb

I love very much still
Beautiful people I meet
But none compare to your nature
Your urgent adolescence
Your forceful adulthood

I miss your mind games

Nothing's real until it's written on paper
Typed on a screen

Poetry kills

Anonymous Aug 2013

Don't

Don't do this

Don't say romantic things
Or put ideas of passion into my head

Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Or how we are the same

Don't tell me you know depression well
Or how you can relate with me

Don't tell me I can trust you
Or how you want to be here for me

Don't tell me you understand
Or that you're equally misunderstood

Don't send me lovely songs
Or tell me they remind you of us

Don't be so lovely
Or tell me I'm what you've been waiting for

Don't hold my hand
Or kiss me on the neck

Don't tell me you love me
Or I might start to love you back

Anonymous Aug 2013

Momma told me

Momma told me I was okay
And what I was feeling was normal
Having sadness drop into my heart frequently
The way your stomach drops when you're on a roller coaster
Was okay

Momma told me I was okay
And what I was feeling was normal
That letting the blade swipe my skin
Like a credit card being swiped through a machine
Was okay

Momma told me I was okay
And that no feeling at all was normal
That popping 'special pills for sad people' continuously
Like the never ending tick of a clock
Was okay

But momma never told me she'd stopped taking her 'special' pills
And, Momma, I don't think that we're okay

Anonymous Aug 2013

Addiction

Addiction is tricky

For example:
A man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette

He gave in.

What I’m trying to say is:
*I think I love you again.

Anonymous Aug 2013

Adolescence

We are both
Young
Ignorant
Hard as rock
Stubborn as ****
Foolishly in love
Slightly stupid
We'll be singing
"Forever"
Even in our dying breathes

Anonymous Aug 2013

Airplanes

Numb bodies
Numb brains
All sitting in a single airplane

Black-ringed eyes
Fresh new suits
Going the same place
Diffrrent jobs to do

Traveling alone
(The wrong way to travel)
Traveling with selfish intentions
(The only way to survive)

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