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 Jan 2019
Meghan
hello,
have you been
well?
i guess not,
for your attention
in my poem
could tell
sorry if this nurse
took so long
in finding
the perfect words
to cure
your soul
first,
strip your clothes
and
stand at the mirror
gaze at the
creature with
the foggy figure
there's
a sinkhole
in those eyes
and a temporary
stitch whenever
you would
smile
the collarbone
which hides,
suffocates from the
blanket of skin
with
sickening lies
it penetrated
and
corrupted your mind
ignored the
fact and just
romanticized
the beast
will **** you,
please
don't find
it ****
the chaos is screaming
later on
you'll be
empty
i know how
a reflection
cries
you lost yourself
you lost you
it's like
having a stray cat
beneath your
tissues
a wandering stranger
sails from
the memories
of truth
overflowing blood
choaked
your dilemmas
too
it mimicked the
fire of hell
in those
shoes
the greatest harm
you'll ever
cause you
but why a
nurse
and not a
doctor?
listen here,
you are your
fighter
the cure and the pain,
which decision
will define?
all i can
say is,
save yourself
from death,
because
it hasn't
deseved you yet
go ahead
and fight your
way to life
I suffered from these issues. And I don't have to wait to heal completely so i could serve my people.
 Jan 2019
Gods1son
I wish I could take the pain away
I promise, tomorrow will be a better day
Don't let your hope fade away
Pay no attention to what naysayers say

Now, you should wear a smile
You can still go a couple miles
Those negative thoughts are lies
You should reach for new heights

You were born to be at the top
You can't give up, you can't stop
If you believe, you can't flop!
Don't ever give up!
 Dec 2018
Figmunt
They dont give me.
Recently Im empty.
Best get back to me.
Dont feed me.
I will empty, leave me.
I will see to hurt me.
Skinny I am.
Pretty, dont you see....
Im empty.
Cant you see.
Brexit is killing we.
Hate and culling will be the end of us.
Borders of shame.

Rise people
People rise

No end in sight

best to flight
 Dec 2018
mel
all I ask of you,
don't buy me flowers.
take me to a garden.
for I get sad when they die.
when they are ripped
from their roots
in the ground.
their time for
growing is up.
they can no longer
have conversations
with the sun
or the grass
or the rain
as it kisses them
so softly.
 Dec 2018
i bleed poetry
Right person at the wrong time?
But maybe there isn't a wrong time
If it's the right person
 Dec 2018
Rj
What does it mean to be human?
Does it mean that your body is flesh and bone?
My body is made of plastic.
What are you made of?
What makes a person whole?
Is it fulfillment? Happiness? Soul?
Whatever the case, I am not whole.
Are you?
Are humans intelligent or ignorant?
I am both.
Which one are you?
Are humans kind or wicked?
I do not know which one I am.
Do you know?
Do humans get to choose who they are?
I have tried to mould myself as best I can, into the person I want to be
Have you?
Are you human?
I am, decidedly, not human.
I am that which I do not know of
I am that which I do not wish to discover
I hope never to know who I am.
Who are you?
Uhhh **** my man
love;            why are you not in hearts anymore?
feelings;      do you even exist anymore?
kindness;    why have you left me alone?
sadness;      do you not leave me so I wont atone?
life;              why do you have to be so unfair?
fate;             do you have to act so cruel?
calm;           why are you only there in the Chaos?
sorrow;       will i ever let you go?
happiness;  haven't felt you around lately...
grief;           don't leave me, I've grown fond of you greatly...
tears;           I'm sorry, you'll have to hide forever...
smiles;        forgive me for faking you, to conceal all the terror...
eyes;            please stop screaming my soul's secrets...
heart;           let it all go and lets save your pieces

soul;            you are there, but are you alive?
"me;   can i yell everything out?"
random words
 Dec 2018
deuynn
the night is full
of stars

freckled
with millions of stars

i know that
it's my ancestor's fault
that our sky is
hiding the stars
from us

their irresponsibility leading
to the heavy pollution

hiding the stars from us

and yet they are angry at us

you're the one
who's at fault

i want to look at the stars

it would help me
comfort myself

i've only seen pictures

i just want to see a sky full of stars
the indigo void
freckled with the infinite stars that exist

they say
"I believe what I see"
does that mean that i shouldn't
believe in stars?

thank you
for polluting our world
and blaming us

it's you at fault
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