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 Nov 2015
marcos
I can't stop thinking about all the nights you called
and asked if I really loved you.
I'm sure I said yes
every time.
Things aren't okay
 Nov 2015
ryn
People may tell you to not cry...
I won't because I know the difference.
They think they know when in fact they lie...
I say bury yourself in the deepest of detriments.

They may say that a new day will come...
They only spout what they can't comprehend.
They forget that you are ailing from a broken heart and that you're not dumb.
There's only you in your space, alone you stand...

Textbook responses are all they can offer...
They know not that it'll only make things worse...
There can be no replies so nice and proper.
To rid you of your life, your plight, your curse.

They may even share personal events that they think familiar.
Thinking what worked for them may work for you.
But no two situations are the same, albeit looking quite similar.
At the end of the day, you only owe it to yourself to pull yourself through.

I say feed your pain, grieve hard if you must
Wallow... Dwell... Drown yourself everyday.
Let your blood sear your insides, beneath your crumbling crust.
Let the world around you descend into destruction and decay.

What made me the expert...
To say these horrid, putrid things.
Because I am you and we both lay in the dirt.
Driven mad by the persistent echoes of our own misgivings.

I'm no expert... I am just a broken man.
Telling you to let yourself be caught in your own sad and angry song.
Be weak... Be as weak as you possibly can...
So you could rise from the ashes and emerge hale and strong.
A chat I had with a friend made me realise... "What doesn't **** you, makes you stronger..." And I know this to be true... So...

"Be very weak... So you could be strong..."
- ryn

Dedicated to all the broken hearts out there...
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 Nov 2015
A
I remember when you loved me;
Those were my happiest days.
They say times pass, memories last
And that things would change.

"Nothing lasts forever," they said
I didn't expect what you'd respond
But you said, "**** right" and that
Was what caught me off guard.

This is not a poem,
As I would only like to speak
About the anger in my heart.
After doing everything I could,

We still fell apart.

a.g
 Nov 2015
MsAmendable
Today, I'm a little lost
A little aimless wandering
A little stuck between here and there
Drifting effervescently
Ephemerally
Ghostly, almost
Gone
 Nov 2015
Santiago
You can hear my voice
My angel voice
You get excited
And suddenly rejoice
You need fresh air
You wave your hands for air
You blush, and get shy
You get nervous
You walk around thinking
You smile with joy
I know you can hear me
I live deep down inside
Only we can explore
Day and night you
Wish to hold me tight
You think of me
Like I think of you
I can feel my heart speak
Your love for you and me

If only I can grab your hips, and slowly work my way up your waist with both my hands, bring you in closer to me, hug you patiently, tenderly wrap my arms around you, and gently end it with a kiss to the forehead, to complete true love's first kiss <3
 Nov 2015
DaRk IcE
I hear the battered breathe of the voiceless and the cries of those who roam empty hallways after hours

I see the invisible pain of those who haven't yet learned to speak and the neglect of those who hide in the dark

I feel the loneliness in the one's who claim solitude is just me and the tears behind every smiley face sent

I remember the words typed that were true but then erased and replaced by "I'm great" how everything isn't as black and white as it seems

I know what invisible means to most...cant be seen and it's the invisible that's actually more clear then the visible

Silence is the loudest cry for help...
 Nov 2015
Bek Blanchard
My mind transfixed on this perplexing enigma
Left, right, up, down,down
Six colors spinning around
Yesterday i almost had it solved
But the ******* green square just wouldn't line up
I almost surrendered; frustrated by the puzzle
Which has always given me so much trouble
But for some reason i can't put it aside
Addicted to getting all the colors in line
I know there's an algorithm, but my mind's not mathematical
Day by day becoming exceedingly problematical
I won't give up...
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