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 May 2015
Andie May ostrander
Put on your face and see as everything get earased
You see things that nobody see's
But they don't listen to you
your a little thing today
So pleas wake up little thing as you try to sleep
you cant escape the pain that this world brings
Putt on your doll face
You see things that nobody ells see's
No they still wont listen to you as you cry out
So put on your doll face wakeup you cant sleep yet
They think that your perfect
But you see things that nobody ells see's
 May 2015
chloe hooper
being a poet is not
sentimental. it’s not
pretty. there’s nothing romantic about diving off a
bridge just to hear the water reverberate the sound of your ex lover’s
name. rain sounds like nothing but
falling blood and you’re always angry that it ruins your
shoes but is never enough to really
**** you. being a poet is a degenerative
brain disease, i heard
once. there’s some things doctors can’t
fix. there’s other things doctors can’t
name. all medicine starts to sound like it’s named after
a god. words never say what you actually
mean. you’re bleeding stanzas at the
mouth and everyone files past
you like you’re a waste of
time. when people tell you you say pretty
words you erupt like the earthquake in los
angeles this morning because the words might sound
pretty but what you’re saying
isn’t. everything weighs so *******
heavy on your shoulders and you hold the names of your ex
lovers names on your
tongue until they melt into
blood. i don’t know where your
hands are, nobody
does. the wolves are the only things that even have a
hint of what your thriving heart is shouting. you’re bound to feel too
much and at the funeral service of a man you’ve never
met you’re going to be crying in the
corner while everyone wonders who you
are and why you even
care. your words save so many lives but they’re bound to miss a
few, especially
yours.
 May 2015
Andie May ostrander
Sometimes I don't think I should
be
like I was never really meant
Because I'm a sinner in the eyes of my saint
and a saint in the eyes of a sinner
 May 2015
Alexandra Provan
Love,
Lust,
Lies.

Still yet to decide
Which one defines
Everything we left behind.

Then again,
Perhaps it goes a little something like this;

Love?
Lust lies.
 May 2015
Porsche Newell
Moved to All Poetry.com
When I started this poem I was so full of anger it's amazing how we can find peace in poetry...
 May 2015
Sydney Ann
you don't know how much it would mean to me if you smiled
like my opinion doesn't matter well
it has to matter to someone because
I am all alone and of my thoughts
and emotions don't matter then
what have I left?
 May 2015
Sydney Ann
Existing is tough;
why don't we all just give in,
do the trees a favor
 May 2015
Andie May ostrander
I need a savior to hold me up
because the worlds become to tuff
Who would save a girl like me
a blip in history
everyone always sais
keep your head up don't let them see you cry
but when the world is the one that's sick
who will save me from it
I need a savior to hold me up
not the one in the holly book
I don't think im meant to be
im just a blip in history
 May 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
I am not writing any poetry
Not a huff,
Not even a romantic mood,
I talked to a distress

Unto thee of say my friend:

The suffering of pain is more than a pain
Words of distress
No longer I can't say either

The story of that night
That is longer than a long night
That night, my love had died before the dawn

How do I tell thee

The suffering of love is unforgettable
Than the love you never achieved  
Middle of the night to about chest pain

When I could not bear it no longer
Then at late night I call a friend to awake
No longer I can't say either

My friend
O' my friend!
My dearest friend!

How do I tell thee
My soul grew dry that is more than a wither petals
No longer I can't say either

When the sudden stopped of time
I stood, Saw the closed distant door
No longer I can't say either

To be alone in everybody
Within a moment a known seems to be unknown
No longer I can't say either

The last thing to understand who she is constant
The story of the lost bright Star
No longer I can't say either

The door is closed
Maybe someone has locked
Alone, The sleepless nights of choking

One's that hard
Many pale faces in the crowd of strangers
Love is lost within too many hopes

How do I tell thee
No longer I can't say either
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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 May 2015
Andie May ostrander
Today I saw a kid
and watched as somebody killed him
I never thought twice
I went to bed that night

today I saw a bully
and watched as he worked
I had no choice
I never thought twice
I went out with my friends that night

Today I was alone
I don't know why
and I never thought twice
I went home and cried

Today I saw  razor blade
and commented on how nice it looked
it said 'why thankyou can I take away your hurt?'
I never asked why
I don't want to cry
all those times I watched and did nothing
I never thought I would want to take my life
but now as I breath my last I see you walk away
yes you watched on...and did nothing
will this nothing turn into something.
 May 2015
Andie May ostrander
i call yet i cannot be heard  
i am lost and to the world ill burn
who to save me as alight
i am lost and losing the fight
 May 2015
Andie May ostrander
On day I will look back
and one day I shall smile
I don't know how long it will take
I think it will be a while
I'm Ten years old
and my mom and dad fight
I go in my room but don't cry...

One day I will look back
an  will ask why
It was a long time ago
and to that little girl
I say good bye
I am fourteen years old
and I just feel cold
I want my mom and dad
stop their fight....

Today I wont look back
because i say good bye
I have fallen apart
and it hurts in my heart
because my mm said it would only take time
Now se cant reminded me
My father tuck her life
he's gone now
and I'm left t die
I'm Seventeen and I have forgotten to cry
So as my last words I write this to you
so as times goes on you can fly to
the rope is my pen and it gives me an end
until you follow your pain d swallow
 May 2015
Andie May ostrander
Who are you t tell her to die
her tears fall out as she hopes to die
you call her names and you push her around
and you laugh at her as she falls to the ground
she only wants to be put in the ground
I don't think you get it even as the funeral bells toil
as he mother falls down, and her father downs another
do you wish you never had hurt her?
Because that's what happened
she was broken and sad
the world around me  she said
' Made me sad...
I don't know why I chose this path
I'm broken now its bean bad
and I feel I have to let you know
that blood is warmest in the snow
I don't get it because you said I would be fine
but as time went on
I fell out of line
and no that I'm writing as my final words
I want you to know how bad it hurts
because I don't want you to burn
just that it hurts
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