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 Aug 2015
ThePoet
I don't wish
for myself to die,
but I wish that
I was never born
I wouldn't die
after I'm broken,
but I'd be dead
before I'm torn

©
 Aug 2015
Crooked Youth
Your love has me infected
Your love is my disease

Intoxicated by thoughts of you.
Oh you how haunt me in my dreams.
Because, oh..

Your love is my addiction
Your love is my ketamine.

I guess I'm nothing but an addict.
Oh..

For your love I am a ******.
But high upon your love, my darling..
I would only Overdose, O.D.

Although, Cold turkey is no longer an option now, my Love.
I'm afraid, I've grown to rely on your support to breathe.

Because I just can't get enough of you my Girl.
I've chasing this buzz for weeks,

I just can't get enough of you my Girl.
Like ******, oh so sweet.
 Aug 2015
Mike Hauser
You look and see the shape the world is in
Your so afraid any day it's going to end
Let me let you in on a secret friend

You can never PRAY enough

Your asking me if that helps
I'm asking you if not then what else
As the world around you quickly melts

You can never PRAY enough

The moral collapse of society
The putrid air that we all breathe
Needs that drive us to our knees

You can never PRAY enough

The knuckle heads that are in charge
The loony's running freely in the yard
The very best in get well cards

You can never PRAY enough

Even when it's all running smooth
Be it Latitude or Longitude
Word of mouth or in the news

You can never PRAY enough

My advice to those out there
Retirement age or Kinder care
Here or there or anywhere

You can never PRAY enough
 Aug 2015
Jasmin
--
he was always misunderstood
no one tried to be with him for good
if you’d ask him what he likes
look at his eyes, notice the sparkling lights.

don’t leave when he says he wants to be alone
hear his voice, its sound, the tone
he was always misunderstood
hold his arms, hug him tight, i wish you could
because if i were you, i would.
a message from someone whose love came from afar //

(I also blogged this)
 Aug 2015
Farosty
So ugly
But it doesn't even bug me

My hair is dated, my clothes are faded
But this photo of me is my favorite

Crooked teeth, eyes begging for sleep
All the things that make this picture complete

My smile is bright
But you should've seen what was glowing in front of me

This is the photo I wasn't even looking
Because I couldn't take my eyes off of the person who took it
 Aug 2015
Cecelia Francis
Flatterer (n).

Bits of silver whispered
from a well-polished tongue;

a certain flexing of fondness
 Aug 2015
mk
i'm tearing at the seams
nothing seems-
real anymore. i'm going numb
i can't stop thinking about your tongue-
in my mouth and all i want to do
is run away from everyone, from the few-
that love me the most.
i've become a ghost
my paper thin
skin
is ripping
i'm tripping-
on my mistakes and regrets
lying to myself saying it's for the best
i want to go home
i say while i'm sitting at home
i want to go home
i want to go home
i want to go home

this is excruciating
it's hard differentiating-
between those who use you
and those who love you tru-
ly
the weight on my chest makes it hard to breathe
your arms around me is all i need
to hold the pieces of me together
we should be together
we should be together forever
i need to go
i need to go

i need you to know
i can't take this anymore
i don't want to be a *****
i'm done
i want to run
i'm so scared
my skin's been bared
and i'm screaming
forgive me for breathing
forgive me for polluting your world
i'm so hurt
i miss you it hurts
my skin itches and burns
i wonder
i ponder
when i started falling
and when this hollowing-
pain begun in my empty heart
i want to go back to the start
i'm done with tearing my heart-
apart
i'm done with handing out bits of me
hoping they'll accept me for me
and then being met with
so much ****
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm so so sor-
ry. i'll go away now. i won't hurt you anymore.
// cause I've done some things that I can't speak & i've tried to wash you away but you just won't leave //
 Aug 2015
mk
i want to lie on my bed with you
listening to old records
with songs about love & throwing away your life
while your legs entangle mine
let’s numb our minds
and think about no further than today
i want to taste the magic on your lips
and feel the strength in your arms
let's just ****
& forget that we’re ****** up
big city kids from broken families
looking for love in all the wrong places
let’s just get wasted
& reclaim our place in the wastelands
exhale our pain
a purple haze
feed me the smoke
from your mouth
blow it into me
& i’ll blow you
i’ll pretend your electric eyes
are the solution to all my problems
and you can pretend
as if my mouth wrapped around you
is all you need in life
forget about the guts and the gore
forget about the half written suicide note
stuck to the backside of your bedside table
which you gave up writing because you realized
once you're gone, no one's going to give a ****
never have, never will
& the fact that last night, you cried yourself to sleep
because you knew your mother was two doors down, doing the exact same thing
we'll forget about the fact that we've got no path or direction
that we're going nowhere, and we're going nowhere fast
& that we're a mix of self-loathing and self-pity
we're sad kids
belonging to an even sadder generation
let's lose control
it's better than losing our minds
i'll pull your hair and cry out in pleasure
it's better than pulling my own and crying out in pain
i'd rather kiss your scars
than deal with my own
i'd rather let you bury your head in my chest
than admit that i'm itching to bury myself six feet under
i'd rather scream your name and beg you for more
than scream at the demons in my head & beg them to leave me alone
the drugs help
but you numb me better
pills are nice
but i'd rather have you in my mouth
i'm looking at the way you see right through me
and it makes me feel at home to be around someone as lost as i am
i see your broken nails and peeled skin
and i know we're cut from the same cloth
because that look in your sad eyes
is one my own know all too well
so let’s just listen to old records
with songs about regret & wasted time
& pretend as if we can’t relate to them
*not one little bit
// are you deranged like me? are you strange like me? lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? //
♡ gasoline- halsey ♡
 Aug 2015
strawberry fields
dare not let those spiders out
dreams are cozy webs
 Aug 2015
stas
You only wanted a taste of my brown sugar skin, to kiss my lips that are made from all my sins, you never wanted to dance with me, only wanted to **** the sweetness straight from my veins, your tongue was quick, painted me a new horizon, made me feel like my brown skinned body was worth something to you, until you stopped, until I wasn't worth something to you, you've ****** the sweetness from me, my heart no longer beats like a drum, I lost myself inside of your watercolor eyes, I'm still trying to find my way out.
Break my ******* heart already.
 Aug 2015
Whitney Jade
Shadows tickle my feet
Thunderous sounds
Scratch and screech
Along the hardened walls of my
beat,
beat,
beating heart.
From the start,
I've been quiet and set apart
I take solace in the silence
But with this art --
With this pen!
I begin to make amends
To my wounded sins.

I find strength in words
And courage in rhymes
I can spit it in an instant
Or write it out in time.
One, two, three times
I scratch out and
Re-scribble every line
Until it's perfectly aligned
A beautiful design
By a beautiful mind
Nothing more,
Nothing less.

One of a kind.
 Aug 2015
Lexie
Is to die to yourself
Be born of a soul
Live in these words
And never be quite whole

Just an opportunity
To fill an expanse
Never pass it up
Take every chance
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