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 Nov 2014 Danya
WickedHope
how             do i
find something to love
about the girl i see in
the mirror when
she is still
**me
I want to die.
 Nov 2014 Danya
WickedHope
You mother ******* tease;
You can't come back, then leave.
He keeps coming back into my
life then leaving, ripping open
wide the original wound he
created. I can't stop letting him
back in, but he keeps hurting me.
 Nov 2014 Danya
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.
 Nov 2014 Danya
Alyssa Rose
It's not difficult, dear.
Just slip under the covers,
and let me love you until your sadness escapes through the open window
above our bed.
 Nov 2014 Danya
axr
bleed
 Nov 2014 Danya
axr
Go ahead, stab me,
break me, shatter me,
cut me out.
In the end,
I will bleed on the paper
 Nov 2014 Danya
kRose
Devils play
 Nov 2014 Danya
kRose
You
have the devils eyes
and a smile that could ****
one look at you
makes me want to
commit a thousand sins
give you my soul
walk through your fire
do every
single thing to you
that your
body desires
I am not whole.
We are all missing a piece of our true selves.

Reggae M.D. is here to save the day.

My soul was cold and empty.
Now, my emptiness is filled with a green warmth.
An earthly glow.

My sight was blackened by the falsehood of reality.
Now, my sight is filled with the truth of happiness.
Empathy in motion.

My taste was enveloped by a shroud of insignificance.
Now, my taste has been healed by the light of sweetness.
The shroud unveiled.

My hearing was entangled with the hatred of the recent generation.
Now, my head is filled with Reggae.
Reggae is love.

Reggae M.D. has caused my life to blossom.
Akin to that of the noble durian plant.
A smelly fruit with hidden talents.

Reggae M.D. saved my life.
I am the patient of Reggae M.D.
Here is my tale.
 Nov 2014 Danya
Emily Dickinson
177

Ah, Necromancy Sweet!
Ah, Wizard erudite!
Teach me the skill,

That I instil the pain
Surgeons assuage in vain,
Nor Herb of all the plain
Can Heal!
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