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 Nov 2014
Ena Alysopriono
Part of me
                                    Feels empty
A hollow shell
                                    Non-existent
The other part
                                    Bubbles with anxiety
A tightness
                                    I can't lose

They are not mixed together

But they are also not pushing each other away

They are just coexisting

Something that shouldn't happen

That couldn't happen

So why is it happening now

?
Idk, I'm feeling really confused.
 Nov 2014
Oluwaseun Ogunbiyi
Our little love has turned into a pool of hatred
what we bred, what we nurtured, what we fed, the memories captured
All sunk in the whirlpool of dark depths

My weakness was the truth you demanded
Yours, a queer bitterness
And now there is only pain left to feel, left to savor, left to devour

I wonder if your love was true, if you ever deserved my true love
If i was too blind to see beyond the veil that paints you real

You let this pain eat you up and remove the pillars that made us stand tall. Now we are no more, we are dissolved, gone, soon to vanish, like we never existed, as we constantly cleanse the memories with grief so cold.
With this i mourn you Sladki.
 Nov 2014
Cyrille Octaviano
She
There was this little girl,
So innocent and pure
Until there came a day,
a trap-she was lured.

She tasted cruelty;
violence unveiled
before her very eyes.
A surprise was then revealed.

The world showed the truth;
The mask was uncovered,
Behind all the beauty,
Evil was discovered.

She wept and wept
day after day
With her helpless little heart,
the demons came to play

She did nothing more
and nothing less
Instead, isolated herself
from all the rest.
Revising another poem from the past

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
 Nov 2014
Liz And Lilacs
Of all things I've seen,
It's you that I want to forget.
Gone from my mind,
The pain would disappear.
The nightmares and fear,
The jumping when I'm touched.
I could forget it all,
Simply by forgetting you.
 Nov 2014
Ember Evanescent
Darkness seeps between my fingertips
Even when my hands are clutched to my face as tightly as I can when I am crying alone
Fingernails digging into my skin
To remind myself that it is real
Sleeves pulled over my fingertips
So no one is forced to see the hideous things
Especially me
The way a murderer's mother shuts her son's old bedroom door at night when he has been jailed
To shut out the memories
Concealing what is unpleasant
At night I don't wear makeup
So when I wake up at 2AM to use the washroom
I keep the lights off
And fumble blindly through the black air to find the door handle
So I don't have to look at myself
It's getting worse everyday
A new kind of pain
And I don't understand
Why it hurts so much
But I think I'm going to stop telling people about it
I'm going to stop mentioning it no matter how much it hurts
I'm going to stop being self-deprecating in public
Because it just comes across vain, self-pitying, annoying, attention-seeking and fake
I want people to stop telling me I'm pretty
I want them to stop lying to me
Even if it just to spare my feelings
So I will stop putting them in situations
Where they must lie to me to be polite
I'm just going to be silent now
They already have to know how ugly I am on the outside
No one needs to know
What an ugly mind I have
I genuinely promise I am NOT looking for compliments when I put myself down every hour
 Nov 2014
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
hell it is a place where all the demons stay
waiting for a chance to take your soul away
climb in to your head while you are asleep
deep in to your mind they will gently creep.

they will sit in wait till the time is right
take your soul away and fly in to the night
to there home below to there demon hell
and for ever more thats where your soul will dwell
I really don't get
Why my poem WOAHIFOUNDAGRAPE trended
because it was so INSANELY weird...
But I mean, not to complain...
It's just a little strange
and it makes me concerned about the human race...
Anyway.
I have made it to 50 followers
Plus an odd (and worrisome) amount of my poems have trended
And most of them make literally NO SENSE
Seriously.
It was like I was high on grapes when I wrote them
That brings tears to my eyes
Just a little small-tree-adhesive-sloth like me
And I feel so accepted in the human world
And all of your likes, comments, follows and reposts mean the world to a little furry adhesified animal like me :')
So thank you for that
I love you all! <3

-LOVE THE ADHESIVE SLOTH
I am concerned about all of you who actually still read my ridiculously strange poems and accept my MASSIVELY terrifyingly odd sense of humor. BUT I LOVE YOU FOR IT THANK YOU! YOU HAVE MADE A LITTLE ADHESIVE SLOTH VERY HAPPY!
 Nov 2014
Thinking Out Loud
Just when she thought

 she had dug  

herself out of despair,

she stared down

at the freshly prepared grave

and noticed the soiled shovel 

in her hand.
 Nov 2014
Tatiana
Night comes too quickly now,
the darkness smothers the homes
that are sleeping soundly on the ground,
and everyone is hiding in shadows,
no one made a sound.

The world in this moment is frozen,
but not by it's own choice
it's being held back by shadow hands,
they refuse to relinquish their hold,
they are indestructible, rubber bands.

Everytime a change is made,
it just snaps back into place
constantly in a gloomy depression,
where people are growing older,
but yet their lives are in a recession.

Note the changes young child,
because something is bound to happen
and those rubber bands will snap,
those shadow hands will fade,
and it will be your turn to adapt.

But those shadow hands will come back,
little child I understand your fear
but you have to fight them and survive,
that is the only way,
that you're town will become alive.

Shadow hands please let go of us,
you need to go
please stay away forever,
I will not allow this child,
to fight in a hopeless endeavor.

You're just torturing me,
I could be laying on my bed at night
and you will be there,
dancing above my head,
and all my tired eyes can do is stare.

Fight off your demons,
they spin wickedly
and they don't stop hovering,
I hear whimpering,
and I can't tell if it's me or the child they are smothering.

There are monsters everywhere,
in a town that sleeps so soundly
I can not allow this little child to fight,
in a place that is so dark,
bring me the light!

When the light finally comes,
I learn very quickly
that the child had an interesting identity,
my tired eyes finally understood,
that the whimpering, scared child, was me.

*Shadow hands please let go of me!
I was happy and I tried to fall asleep, but then some thoughts came back and then next thing I knew, I was seeing shadows everywere.
 Nov 2014
svdgrl
I'm just dying for a better taste in my mouth.
 Nov 2014
WanderLust
An angel of darkness wrapped in regression,
He calls upon me with raspy digression.

"I have come here for you to ensue,
All that I have to offer for you"

His eyes flickered the fears unsustained,
And body was wrapped in black tendrils of pain.

Though he did not flinch, nor feel this burn.
For he projected this plague to give me a turn.

Lungs on fire, heart ablaze,
My insides are melting black from pain.

His demeanor is scorched beyond recognition,
"This is now you," smiles Depression
Giving depression a physical form. Just wondering, how did you interpret this? I'm curious to see my writing through others perspectives.
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