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 May 2017
PrttyBrd
A universe in smokey hues of hypnotic perfection
Each change in depth, each glance
a reinvention of self
of my perception of your self
See me naked
or see my skin as it protects my heart

Razor-wire glistens gray
as the blades of a gaze skin me alive
Shattered memories built a person
held together by the very skin
you are burning through
with the heat of the bare truth

I see your desire and it hurts
It hurts as my broken shards fall to the floor
It hurts as your laser vision cauterizes each piece back in place
burned together to heal in the strength of love
The love that is reflected in
smokey hues of hypnotic perfection
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 May 2017
PrttyBrd
My fortress of solitude
solidifies regret
counterbalancing justification
with waning self worth

It could be worse
and I am imperfect
so I stay in this place invisible
seen only in degrees unworthy

But here alone
I can pretend I am strong
the truth hidden
by what I cannot show

Words are my friends
where my thoughts
are my enemies
Still, I remain

Not bad enough to leave
Just horrible enough to keep me hidden in this isolation
ashamed to show my face
afraid to be free and learn...

it's all true
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 May 2017
Terry-ann
I tried so hard to forget you but I can't.
All the memories linger when my playlist comes on.
I wish I could walk away from you like all the others but I can't..
You're her Father and I still see more of you in her
She's got your Face!

The saddest Loss I face is grieving you while you on Earth.
The saddest Loss I face is the hollow feeling I have burried deep in me and theirs no evidents,just the excruciating pain I have and the traces of my shuttered Heart.

Still,I face you everyday.
She's your Daughter,I can't keep you away.
So as my tears stream down at night in memory of you.
I look at her asleep,she's a splitting image of you.
I moan the loss of my BestFriend
I miss the man you were when she was concieved
All I can do is smile and be greatful you in her life!
In Memory of Us.The Contract!
 May 2017
Amber Curtis
Isn't it funny
How people notice the smallest things
Such as
The bruise on your face,
The bags under your eyes,
The spine showing through the back of your shirt,
The change in your behavior,
Isn't it funny
How people fail to notice some things
Such as
The sadness in your face when you're asked about your bruise, telling everyone that it's nothing, that it's okay, when you wish that you could scream from every inch of your body from the inside out that it is not okay to be abused,
Such as
The reason behind the bags under your eyes, the crying, the emptiness, the up all night, the smoking to keep your mind calm when it wants to climb out of your yellowing skin and go live somewhere else,
Such as
Going to the bathroom after every meal to look at yourself in the mirror and try not to think of the calories you just consumed, to try to throw everything back up and hope that nobody walks in or hears you from outside the door,
Such as
The things that they did to you before your behavior changed, how they moved on without you, while seeming so unfazed, and your world comes crashing down on you and no one seems to notice you, so
Tell me
Isn't it funny
How people notice the things that don't matter,
And avoid the things that do.
 May 2017
PrttyBrd
My soul laid dormant
in the desolation
of the walls loneliness built
Awakened by the slow exhale
of hope that you breathed upon me
Never realizing the magic
in your very existence

Molting from transparency
to beautifully tangible
in the gaze of faith
found in a dream thought lost
You believed
and I became...me
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 May 2017
Gidgette
I saw the world as it is,
cried my soul away
Wrapped my skin in shadows
a gift, unto the night
Sunset is my dress
The moon holds what remains of my
soul
Falling stars and dew drops
few shimmers gone
unseen
The only silence found,
in the song of falling rain
Sunset colours caress me,
night, my stage
Whispers in the gloaming
from sweet cicadas
And still, I see the world
cry my soul to the moon
This is the first poem I've been able to post on days due to a technical glitch.
Thank you for fixing it Eliot!
 May 2017
r
Some nights I shade
my eyes
from dark dreams
like a broken hawk's wing
stuck in the hot tar
of a back country road
when sleep seems
like a long ways to go
in a bad war
and desire and desire
and desire like a fire
in my bones
won't leave me alone.
 May 2017
Journey of Days
yes scared
it may never pass

@journeyofdays
 Apr 2017
Scott F Hemingway
Jet black
mercenary rap
still nothing
he disdain
with multitude
here assuage
lust of
growing law
that sin
convey martyr
today foretell
of Utopian
ideal to
span his
economy in
wealth not
woe again.
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