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 Jan 2015 c
bones
Bleeding
 Jan 2015 c
bones
We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.
 Jan 2015 c
Tyler Durden
We've spent this whole life pretending
That we enjoy living,
That our smiles are genuine.
I've spent my years pretending
That I'm proud of the person
I see in my reflection.
So tell me again why We can't follow
Our dreams.
Do what you love
 Jan 2015 c
MereCat
Paris First
 Jan 2015 c
MereCat
My mother told me
That the sky begins anew each night
In its race to run laps of the moon
And so each day is a chance to
Retry at life and forget
How yesterday our constellations
Became too numerous
And too tangled
In our attempts to almost touch
As if God washed us clean like linen
And ran us through the mangle
While we slept
And I always privately thought
That if we humans made constellations
There would surely be stars
That died whilst we still saw them shine
Stars that didn’t begin anew each day
Whatever light they might have dazzled her with
Because sometimes the message got delayed
In the WiFi
And people that we still saw as living
Had used up all their new beginnings
Elsewhere.
New Year and the newest thing that happened
Is that thirteen more stars
Have ridden too hard through their life cycle
And are no longer allowed to press retry
While the world fa-
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 Jan 2015 c
Silence Screamz
On the coast of the shore
pictures on the page
staring at the ocean
Churning and full of rage

Her jet black hair
waves in the wind
Quiet Jersey girl
Alone commits no sin

Brown eyes stare in line
Gazed along the walk
Finding her only guy
Whispers no loud talk

Waiting in the cold
Shivers in the wind
No sailor coming home
Turn back gone again

Tears fall down her cheek
Sadness settles in
Telegraph wrinkled up
Her heart broken again
Waiting for her only love to come back from war
 Jan 2015 c
Alin
Let me always stay here
at this height
where I am free
to dream
about
you

This vacuum
made of white light
beyond skies
above clouds
sprinkles rainbows
to lovers
when you
dream
about
me.
 Jan 2015 c
Kollitiki Vradypodes
To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken
Repost if you are a broken girl. So this message may reach as many of you as possible.

I am here for you. I may just be a sloth but if you message me: I'm fine.
Just randomly it will be our code for "I'm not fine at all" and I will be there for you.
 Jan 2015 c
shayfer
confused
 Jan 2015 c
shayfer
what scares me is that i cannot differentiate between true feelings
and the mere belief of some feelings
 Jan 2015 c
DW
The Cruelty of Man
 Jan 2015 c
DW
He watches the world through tear streaked eyes,
At the people just living their lives,
There was no one who cared or was even aware,
That their society was founded on lies,
It was the cruelty of man to man's fellow man,
That caused his young heart to break,
It filled him with sorrow to learn that tomorrow,
There was no difference or change he could make.

First there's the teen with no hopes or dreams,
Who holds the gun to his head,
If only we had heard that four letter word,
"Help" and he might not be dead,
But parents ignore a child's implore,
Move along there is nothing to see,
Then comes the day when he's taken away,
Pushed over the edge by the bully.

The starving young pup who lies all beaten up,
By the teenagers too cool for school,
They've come to learn that next it's their turn,
Drunk fathers are awfully cruel,
Or perhaps the poor homeless just hoping for kindness,
And ends up completely ignored,
We can grumble and shout from our comfy warm house,
That most likely, they're all just big frauds.

Then there comes war the thing all Governments adore,
They can line up their pockets with gold,
The war against terror? Or just the oil endeavour?
It doesn't matter soldiers do as they're told,
"An air strike for peace" is the press release,
As civilians are rained on by bombs,
Can they really believe that what's been achieved,
Is greater than the innocent lives that are gone?

He watches the world through tear streaked eyes,
At the people just living their lives,
There was no one who cared or was even aware,
That their society was founded on lies.
 Jan 2015 c
DW
What is love?
 Jan 2015 c
DW
What is love?
I thought to myself as I watched a couple in the park,
I know it's a feeling that is felt by most,
On the heart is where it leaves it's mark,

But where did it come from? Why is it here?
And when will I get my turn?
To experience this brilliant addiction to bliss,
Is there something I've missed or not learned?

For I have yet to feel such a thing,
As happiness in the arms of another,
But I have seen the remains when disaster has struck,
And torn all their dreams asunder,

I have seen a lone soul,
Under its passionless control,
Who has climbed to the top of his tower,
And took one small step to come plummeting down,
At the end of his final hour,

So what is this love?
This beautiful white dove,
Well for now I cannot say,
But perhaps there's a time when love will be mine,
Someone, somewhere, someday,

I am tired of nothing and of existing in shade,
Bored with being alone,
Because surely the sorrow, the grief and the pain,
Are worth the incredibly high,
And maybe one day I too will find,
Myself balancing right on the edge,
As I tip over I'll use my last draw of breath,
To say that final 'goodbye'.
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