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 Jun 2015 Kodis
The Broken Poet
We're all infatuated by each other's words
We know not anything about each other
We write to ease our pain
We write to erase the memories
We write to feel the numb
We write our heart's desire
We write our soul's despair
We write our mind's thoughts
We write to feel like we belong
When you write, you don't know whether someone will like it or hate it
But you write because what other way is their to life?
When we write its to quench our thirsty souls
When we write its to ease the burden of our shoulders
When we write its to let our heart be heard
But don't you see?
We are a sea of people
But admit it, darling
We're all a little lonely
We're all looking for that perfect poem that describes the situation right
That sets the soul at peace
I don't consider myself a poet
And I'm sure most of y'all don't
I write to fill the empty void of loneliness.
 Jun 2015 Kodis
Delaney
My eyes are weary
and teary.
My smile is faded
and painted.
My heart is torn
and forlorn.

I'm broken, dear.
Far too broken, I fear.

(d.d.b)
 Jun 2015 Kodis
Alexis
Girl
 Jun 2015 Kodis
Alexis
The sad girl has control,
Her breathing, her eating,
The sad girl maintains control.

The sad girl does not have control,
Her breathing, her eating,
The sad girl loses control.

The sad girl counts to 500.
Seconds, calories.
The sad girl does not gain control.

The sad girl hates herself.

The sad girl becomes the mad girl.
The mad girl burns down the world.
 Jun 2015 Kodis
Hanna Kelley
2 year's ago
Hey God, it's just me.
I'm trying to reach out to you again.
Why don't you ever talk to me?
The people at my church say that they hear your voice in their times of need.
Well here I am sitting behind a closed door because I can't face anyone with tears in my eyes; but I'm reaching out to YOU...And you still don't answer my prayers.

1 year ago
Things seem to be getting worst, but I'm trying to look on the bright side;
I know you will make things better over time....right?
That's what others are telling me.

3 months ago
Actually, when I think about it; you've never answered any of my prayers
You never stoped the bullying, I did.
You didn't get rid of my mom's tumor, it's still there.
You couldn't get me through my problems because you never answered me.
I'm trying, im REALLY trying to believe in you right now but your not giving me any proof..
All I need is one, just one prayer to come true
Then I will know I haven't been relying on nothing.

last night**
No? Nothing? Really?
So now it's up to me to make things better,
Here's goodbye to the higher power that Is known as our Lord and savior.
I just want to know why.
Why when I have no proof of you, I still try?
still try and talk to you, to believe in you?
Why am I even writing this?
Is it that you actually don't exist or that your ignoring me?
This is MY opinion about God, sorry if this disrespects your religion.
 Jun 2015 Kodis
Courtney Brandt
i like the way his beard looks when he hasnt shaved in a while.
rugged.
broken in.
but it feels like a solar flare on my cheeks and he kisses me like the world is ending.
the world is ending.
im not who i was.
all i can think about is his hand in mine and my hand on my heart.
everyone says you should see fireworks when he touches you,
but what if i see the whole ******* world exploding?
cities fall in a chorus of "he loves me, he loves me not" and i still havent figured it out yet.
sorry its been a while its been a weird few months.
 Jun 2015 Kodis
Sam
I used to 'slippy slide' on my bathroom floor
I would slather the tiles in water and soap
and push myself from wall to wall

the closest I have come to this in 15 years
was when I slipped on my own alcohol induced *****
at two in the morning on Monday 15th (I just woke up from this)

this isn't a poem for you
It was just a really good night
and that's poetry to me
Im not really sure what this is
 Jun 2015 Kodis
Kenshō
Those November days I ought to know so well;
How they might often pass like a quick breathe,
Amidst you at once, and soon leaving nothing left.

The puddles after storms would emerge standing swamps;
And the cloudy sky would cast a constant haze.
Around, silently, life would go on, for countless days.

My journal would saturate like that of one
A bard weeping who had cried upon
           Just a mild tune to cast a moment away.
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