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I hate how I am one of those people who work hard and gets mediocre marks. I absolutely loathe it. I am sad and devastated.  My soul is slipping away.
#depressed #sad #alone
freedom
liberty
justice
and
the
capacity for knowledge
remain
our
inheritance
and
our birthright
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry again and again
The hearts that I left, and the things that I did
Blaze inside shaped withdrawal moreover free
Running around defined aspects of my hiding

The nature I held onto was regret and ice cold
There was no forgiveness, only woe in control
Taking home with the flame, devoured my days
And now looking behind, I’m changing my ways

Do not forgive me, as I did not forgive you
Do not forget me, for I will never forget you
Daylight is coming and wishing best for you
Now you must find someone fitting and true
#poem #poetry #love #regret
I don't believe you when you
Tell me that it's better for
You to let go and walk away.

All I hear from you is
Leave me be and I can't stay
And you should run the other way.

But what your eyes say is you
Want me to be by your side
Forever and to stay right here.

Your body says to
Press on up against you and to
Never ever let you go.

Once you said you'd never leave me
But now I'm not so sure
Because every time that I can see you
You walk right out my door.

I don't believe you when you're
Haunting me and telling me
To let you in or let you go.

All I hear is that you're
Begging me to set you free
Cause you know this time it's meant to be.
Why just let go of me?
You're perfect,
        She said.

And I felt myself crumble
        Because I knew I was not so

You are perfect,
        She repeated.

Perfect for me,
        You are everything I could ever want.

And I felt myself
        Become whole again.
This was written at 1 am, while I was missing your 2 o'clock snores and your 3 am sleepy smile floating across your face.
Step one starts with forgetting/

you begin by tearing
yourself from the skin they took home in,
disconnecting your arms from their seams,
eating their hearts
and hoping that they forget you,
too

Step two means burning all
ties,
dissolving each memory like the pills
your mother took at breakfast,
how could you have let this happen?

so you pull
their
veins from yours and
untangle what they gave you,
choke down a penny
and hope
that they don't think of
you

Step three is the
detox,
cut yourself open and scrub yourself
shiny:::
unchain your wrists from that dinner table
and hope that his nightlight doesn't bleed
through
that
doorway,

orange was never a pretty color
anyway

Step four is the hardest,
.
when you take a knife to your palm,
and make slits down to your wrist,

when you ignore the beck and call
of memories you forgot you had,
people you realize never cared,
so you take
a drink for those you know you've
long forgotten,

and come clean
to three different people, all the
same and hope the next girl
doesn't know step one....

it never seemed to hurt when you
played it all out in your head.
this has been in my phone's notes for a really long time and i finally wrote step four. right as he forgets and replaces me...:.. ....ok
O' bitter timber
Set there--his limber
And blighted eyes.
Thou old timer
Belched in ember,
Set to keep my eyes.
Midst shallow December
And falling November
come forth your rise
of notorious power
In the last man's hour
his splinters shall rise
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