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 Sep 2015 Eugene
Dina
My key
 Sep 2015 Eugene
Dina
I wish my mind was a padlock
I wish I gave you the key
So you can see for yourself
What's troubling me
Then you'd see the demons that are set free
Scary monsters, chasing me
My broken heart without defense
My crashing soul in need of help
After you've been there
I'm hoping you'll help
I'm hoping you see I break
And I melt
People say I'm a "*****"
That I'm "cold" and "selfish"
But maybe if I gave you the key...
You'd see what's hurting me.
People like to assume I'm the way I am for no reason but truth be told none of them know what's going on.
I liked you first
when I realized that I wanted to be alone
but not as much as I didn't want you to be
I'm tired of finding myself on the bathroom floor covered in blood.

I'm tired of never having the strength to put the blade down.

I'm tired of letting people walk in and out of my life as they choose.

I'm tired of knowing exactly when the hot tear will finally leave my eye and roll down my cheek.

I'm tired of being tired, so something has to change.
 Sep 2015 Eugene
Riley Schatz
friday
 Sep 2015 Eugene
Riley Schatz
i held two hands and
one let go but one remained
and i clung to it

i think i still held
on even when you let go
i think i still am
2 haikus.
 Sep 2015 Eugene
Eugene
P.O.E.T.R.Y
 Sep 2015 Eugene
Eugene
Poems were created,
letters were formed,
words were rhymed,
and love were expressed.

Of every person,
who explores imagination,
becomes a new passion,
and pours out emotion.

Even rich or poor,
adults or seniors,
kids or teenagers,
poems were discover.

They were written to inspire,
pronounced to memorized,
reviewed and analyzed,
and kept not to expire.


Reached the hearts of many,
calmed those who were angry,
touched the lives of everybody,
and preserving as a memory.

Y**ou'll know what I'm thinking,
if you also write something,
a poem that touches our being,
and become a poet worth remembering.
 Sep 2015 Eugene
Bec
Come home with me.
The empty side of
my bed has been calling out
for warmth.
Forever it seems
that I have been waiting
to share myself with you.
I already know how
perfectly my hand fits
in yours;
now I'm dying to see
how the rest of me
fits against you.
Come home with me.
 Sep 2015 Eugene
Carolina
I miss the way you use to look at me
     with those beautiful green eyes
the way you use to hold my hand
      while we wents for drives.
I miss the way you use to kiss my lips
      the feel of yours pressing against mine.
I miss you laugh
      and that amazing smile.
I miss your body
     and the warmth of it pressed against mine
I miss my head resting on your chest
     listening to your heart beat.
I miss your company
     and the way you called my baby girl
 Sep 2015 Eugene
Eugene
IF
 Sep 2015 Eugene
Eugene
IF
If my tears won't stop falling, can you make me smile?
If I won't smile, can you let me feel your feelings?
If I can't feel it, can you listen to my heartbeat?
If you can't listen to my heartbeat, can you say I love you?
If I'd say I love you too, will you hug me until my last breath?
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