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 Apr 2017
hsc
I'm so sorry for disappointing you. I know you've always relied on me to make you proud and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't. I'm so sorry for embarrassing you in front of your friends and our family. I'll try and be more polite. I'm so sorry for keeping to myself. I'm so sorry for being how I am & for always being sad and unhappy. I'm so sorry for not being perfect. I'm so sorry I don't do everything that you ask. I'm so sorry that I cry a lot. I'm so sorry that I can't talk to you. I'm so sorry that you won't understand. I'm so sorry that I'm not the child you wanted, I know he wanted a son instead. I'm so sorry that I'm here, I didn't ask to be. I'm so sorry that I wish I could disappear just to make it easier for everyone else. I'm so sorry that I'm such a horrible person and that everyone I come into contact with, ends up not liking me in the end. I'm so sorry that I end up losing all my friends. I'm sorry that I have an attitude problem. I'm sorry that I have a short temper. I'm so sorry that I make it impossible to have a conversation with me without me being rude or sarcastic. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for having to be sorry.
#done
 Mar 2017
Dr Strange
A single tear drop falls from the forbidden skies <br>
Flooding the earth with the pain from a single guy<br>
His heart betrayed ripped to shreds forcing him to hide <br>
He loved her but now she says bye <br>
And thus the sky continue to rain dry <br>
As he dies on the inside
 Mar 2017
Racquel Davis
Imagine you are walking
Imagine
Imagine a place
A desert place
Where the heat steals your energy
This endless sea of sand ***** you in

You are imagining a place
Imagine
Gentle grassland
The full moon is enough to keep you sane
The wind whispers your name with a cool and warm voice

Imagine you are falling
Imagine
Barren sand in your mouth
Your face meets the horizon and it kicks you in the eyes as you sink
Your screams are heard by no other except the hand that saves you
And once more you are walking in the desert place again

©Copyright 2006 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
This is an old poem I wrote in high school. It has been edited many times.
 Feb 2017
Mistry
The African sun.
So it's December
Summer in Africa
30cm away, that's how close the sun feels to the earth's surface
Naturally I have a short skirt on
And the worst thing I could have done is walk out the house
Because, you know
"I'm asking for it"
I walk past a few men
Who look at me like some meal
One walks towards me
Pretty young
He's basically ******* me with his eyes
As he goes behind me
Opportunity strikes!
HE SLAPS MY ****
Why?
Because I asked for it
Disgusted!
I turn
Slap to the face
Because he too!
Asked for it
 Feb 2017
Clarencine Perrine
When his intellect attracts you more than his physique
And that his knowledge nourishes your thirst to acquire them
When the search for some brain food goes beyond the physical and create mental and energetic understanding
Staring at me in the eyes that he thinks innocent that I'm
He repeats to me that he is too old as I shall say as the blind and novice he thought I was
 Feb 2017
Traveler
And on to thee I ask
Could you worship me
If I were a burning bush
And not just any deity

Before a flood can drown your mind
Before a wrath can end all time
Would you take a knee

If I were washed in putrid muck
To set your spirit free
If I could give you meaning
A reason just to be
If I were nicknamed Wisdom
Or King of all the Kings
Would you bow down holy
And come and join my team

Would you believe in me
If I came to you in a dream
Walking on the surface
Of a clear running stream
Or if I were but a Star
Who fell from heaven
To where you are...
Would you at least
Come sit by my fire
No need to bow down
   Unless you desire...
Traveler Tim
 Aug 2016
Cat Fiske
when u go missing, u stay missing. no coming back.
 Aug 2016
Cat Fiske
I am alone,
I pushed all the wrong people,
Away.
 Jul 2016
Death-throws
Do you write poetry to get it all out
Or to hide it?
Do you  write because  you  want to scream
And shout, or because you cant hide it?

I write when  im lonely
When the demons inside me get roudy
When the drugs  come a'howlin
And my familys looking over  me,
Frowning

I write  when the slits on my wrists  look like the telephone  lines i should be calling
But instead of screaming i just end up scrawling
All my pathetic  overstated  woes
Right here

So  facilitate  me, you strangers
Love this post.  Even though i hate it
Youve no idea the dangers im in
Trying to stay  away from that whole bottle of gin
In the corner

Facilitate  my anxieties
Show me your  all just sheep
Flocking  to  litterature like the  bowls of soup attract the meak

Im not a person here.
None of you really care
Are you even self aware
Do you know That even though its poetry
Theres a person  there?
Why do i even write none of you are even aware of my existance im not an artist
I need help
and all this site does  is facilitate  my resistance
 Jul 2016
Cat Fiske
when I woke up,
to the drip drip drip,
of the falling rain,
I knew what had happened,
People surrounding me,
but my mind was somewhere else,
I felt like I was missing something.
then I realized,
I was missing someone..
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