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 Jan 2018 Max Vale
mjad
Tipsy
 Jan 2018 Max Vale
mjad
I'd rather stay in
than pass out drunk with a guy you refer to as "him"
because you were too tipsy to ask his name,
and now are sleeping in his puke with a migraine.
Awaken to
the inability
you force upon yourself.
Awaken to
new fertility
born in center
of yourself.
These fashioned clothes
only mean so much
To those of us,
who never had enough.

Its time for something new
to born with in you.
 Jan 2018 Max Vale
Melissa S
Have you ever wondered if this world is the actual
hell we live in and if we are being tested
by how well we deal?
We are living in a place where pain, suffering,
and then ultimately death are of everyday existence
I understand that perception is everything here
and this world is an illusion generated by our perception
I am not trying to be a downer but the more I live
in this world the more I see it as a nightmare
that some days I just want to wake up from

This is not coming from my religious beliefs and I am
not saying that I am not grateful for everything I do have
Compared to a lot of other people in this world I do not
have it so bad and I know this.Β Β This is coming from
a thought process I have been trying to come to terms with

Is there a bright light at the end of this very dark tunnel?
Of course we all have different journey's to take to get us
to that tunnel but while we are here our paths do cross from
time to time and we all have some of the same pains
sufferings and even death to overcome

My point is this...
We are all living in this hell together
Let's get through this hell together
This thought has become a shining
Ray of light in this dark
Find some comfort in this
and
Perhaps there is hope for us all
If you got through this long read I thank you :)
 Jan 2018 Max Vale
Leng
When I saw her, time stood still for a second.

Everything tuned out, slow progression of time moved in my every surrounding as I could focus on none other than her.

Her hazel brown eyes,
Her rosy, light cheeks.

Her curvaceous lips that seemed to have slight perk.

And. Her Smile.

Oh Jesus. How.

Her smile could've turned the strongest of men, the most maniacal of foes, kneel before her everlasting grace.
The gardener tends to his plants with love and devotion
From the daisies to the tulips and the hydrangeas in rows
But one flower he gives the most attention,
Was the beautiful, blood red, prickly rose

Every day the gardener cared for the flower,
Savoring the sight with his eyes and the scent with the nose
Yet when he goes to touch it, however,
It's thorns would cut him and from the wound, blood rose

Sometimes to himself, he wondered
Why something he loved so much
Would oppose him so violently
And deny his touch

Even as he asked himself, he knew the flower didn't know why
But he knew he had chose
He would always love, till the day he'd die
His beautiful, blood red, prickly rose
Beautiful yet fragile
All you do
Is fly

Like everything that
Lives
To die

Just so you know
It's a lie

When they say
Everyone likes you

When you fly around
Some they runaway

It's not true that
Everyone loves you

Its not your beauty that counts
It's what you do
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