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 Mar 2017 complexify
Kay
The Door
 Mar 2017 complexify
Kay
Standing at the door, hesitant.
Wondering what I'll see.
The other side is haunting,
The other side's a mystery.

It could be the hell
I've always learned to fear
With dark emerging creatures
And an exit no where near

Drowning in your sorrow
Replaying every trauma
Screaming out to no one
It's more than highschool drama

Demons crawling under your skin
Breaking every bone
Scratching and tearing to get them out
You've never been so alone

Screaming in the night
Gasping your last breath
Ripping your own heart out
But never rewarded death

These images they haunt me,
But I've come to far to leave.
I must know what's in there
And what my future will be..

So here I go..
I open the door...

Oh my god..there it is....
This is what I've been waiting for..
 Mar 2017 complexify
Kay
I'm not pretty, I fool myself
with the makeup I put on
The editing of photos
Tricking them one by one

Remembering when I loved the world
And didn't fear this mess
When I'd smile because I'm happy
And not for appearances

Buying the clothes
That flatter me somehow
The curves the bones
Whatever they're obsessed with now

Shaving the legs
Plucking the brow
Painting the face
Just for the wow

Wow... What's the point
Do people really care
Deep down there's nothing
But perfectly straightened hair
And a heart that isn't there..

But beauty on the outside
Is all they really see
When your rotting inside
From swimming in jealousy

Bravo to the world
It took its toll on me
When all I used to love
Is who I thought I'd be
 Mar 2017 complexify
blue mercury
ripped out my lungs because it was already impossible to breathe;
there was a light in the dark, there is something that i need.
i will keep going, stand on this glass beach, and
i'll sing baby, baby, baby, i just want some sleep.
yeah, i just want some sleep.

when she's talking to you your mouth hangs open
but not as open as her heart that she sewed to her sleeve
when she was thirteen. everyone says she reads like an open book,
but you think she reads more like a tombstone.
she has an expiration date and everyone knows it,
but you want to be there until her light dies out.
no doubt about it, you've lost your mind, but she
was something you couldn't slide under the rug
she kept coming back.
oh god did she come back, looking like a goddess,
and you were taken aback, trying to stay honest
but honesty is only the best policy until it reveals her frailty
over frivolity, she's precious, impressive, and beautifully combative-
but never ever yours.

slept with the devil when he promised me the love i lacked.
somehow i was surprised when everything went black
his face and eyes gave me a heart attack, and
he was my baby, baby, baby, i was just a fallback.
lust never more than a fallback.
beautiful minds are often marred
 Mar 2017 complexify
Deep Thought
None of us are perfect by any means.
Why do we constantly fool ourselves trying to be?
You can hurt yourself trying to become someone that you're not.

Be proud enough to show your battle scars.
Be brave enough to wear your pain on your sleeves.
Become transparent with others, realize we all have struggles.

Whether it be with anxiety, depression or loneliness.
Believe me, you're not worthless.
Deep down, we're all too proud to admit we're a hot mess.
Poets can contest to this;
Since we stay up late, writing about everything we've suppressed.
"Sometimes your tough times are your best times, if it pushes you in the right direction."
 Mar 2017 complexify
Ili Norizan
Love is open to interpretation,
So be careful how you fall into it,
Will there be someone to catch you,
Break your fall and keep you from harm?
Or would you find yourself putting back together a puzzle,
Of broken pieces from taking a leap of blind faith;

Fall in love whenever you can,
Even if it only lasts a second,
Or lives on even years after you're gone,
Because regrets are for things you didn't do,
While mistakes are lessons learned,
And love is the best teacher you could've ever encountered.

@byizn
 Mar 2017 complexify
Jair Graham
I, your oak tree ask, will you rest your painted wings on my branch?
I know I can't make your fleeting candleflame of a life last more than your few bright days, but for now rest upon my ancient bark and hear the lullaby of my leaves.
If rain should cause you to falter I'll bend my branches to shield you from the icy volley of raindrops.
As stars fade out in ink of night, I'll let a leaf fall from my bough and I hope it brings some comfort, in your last glimpses of this cruelly beautiful world.
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