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 Jul 2013 Dominique
tiaamaariaa
i need you
i need you now
the only one who understood
the only one who stayed
things might have changed
but i still love you.
-te
 Jul 2013 Dominique
Alex DeLarge
I am not depressed.
I can still smile at pretty things.
And laugh when jokes are funny.
I can still talk to people.
And enjoy nice days.
But when I go inside,
When I am alone,
There is something broken
And I fall into a sadness so sweet
That it engulfs me.
I look in the mirror
and I don’t like what I see.
And the tear always fall
When I’m falling asleep
And I miss everything that doesn’t exist.
I am not depressed.
I’ve just been sad for a while (and awful since I’ve born)
But I can still find the light,
Maybe in heaven,
Maybe in your smile,
Maybe in your eyes,
Maybe if I die…
But I can still smile ;)
 Jul 2013 Dominique
Alex DeLarge
I like to drink coffee alone and read my books alone. I like walking alone. That gives me time to think and define my free mind. I like to eat alone and listen to music alone. But when I see a mother with her son, a girl with her boyfriend or a boy laughing with his best friend, I realize that even if I like to be alone, I don't like to be alone.
 Jul 2013 Dominique
jad
The top of my head is open
My scalp lays on the floor beside me
It is open to the world
Every germ and every human
(if they are any different)
But the gods drilled the holes in the tops of my skill
To sip from my moods and my thoughts
as they went on tropical vacations
They cut me open to find me empty
And to fill me again
They shaved out the insides of my skull
So they could sprinkle it onto their yogurt with granola
And they left me to dry
But I awoke with an ache of ruin in the back of my neck
I went about my daily life
I bought groceries
I met with friends
I chatted about politics
But I couldnt help but feel a bit empty
I took Advil to calm the pounding of my head
It could not be avoided
Until the day I looked up
My brain was gone
And the top of my head was left open
And all I had now was the rest of the world filling it in.
I did not need a brain.
 Jul 2013 Dominique
Morgan sb
Now, where has my inspiration gone?
I'm afraid it's left for awhile
The objects that gave my words meaning
Are lost to me now

I'm at a loss, a total loss
I've completely lost my drive
My poetry revives me
It's what I love to write

Look through what I have written
Mostly of a current disappointment
So how to move forward, I'm uncertain
I just can't put words to it

I've lost my love for poetry
I've lost the passion and drive
I'm stuck here with no subject
Even this feels contrived

I'm done for now
Maybe I'll return
You just keep ruining things for me
I'll take my break
And then I'll learn
What deep, meaningful words mean to **me
I'm definitely focusing more on the negative for right now. I'm very upset.
 Jul 2013 Dominique
Nihl
Dormant
 Jul 2013 Dominique
Nihl
I've developed a blinding frustration.
A frustration once latent that has been slowly building and bubbling away recently.
Looming until it finally started cracking thread-like lines across my surface,
branching off into intricate,
spider web patterns.
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My vision is tunneling and my hands so often begin to shake now,
I feel like a surgeon operating somewhere in the antarctic.
A struggling attempt to contain a white-hot, existential rage.
I’m driving a vehicle of sentience,
and in the passenger seat is some invisible,
insatiable need to fight, **** or explode.
He’s begging me to let him drive for a while.

N.H.
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