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Someone take my mind away from me,

                                    its driving me INSANE.
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
Bri
Insanity
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
Bri
"Society is cruel to make us believe we are sane, but we all secretly know that deep inside our minds, we are all insane."
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
Just Melz
She lost her mind caught in a web of lies laced with deceit
Tangled in knots made of suicidal thoughts left on the concrete

She lost her heart in the aftermath of an unrequited love
With more passion and pain than she could ever have dreamed of

She lost her soul to a man she didn't know and can never get it back
Crying inside and constantly on the verge of an anxiety attack

She lost her faith in life with so little to show for all that she'd done
Burning all the bridges she'd carefully built, fading away from everyone
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
erin
tired of looking at you
and feeling my heart leave my chest as it grew

tired of looking at you
and wondering if you look at me too

tired of looking at you
and seeing a future that will never be true

tired of looking at you
and not being able to power through

tired of looking at you
and feeling myself unglue

tired of looking at you
because i never get
tired of looking at you
I am numb to such emotions.
I do not cry at funerals.
I do not feel sorry for the lost.
I can understand the sentiments buried on their face.
I can feel the pain they show,
but I do not feel it in my own heart.
But today I cried for a friends loss.
Something I have never done.
I wanted to help her,
to ease her suffering.
I did not cry because I felt her loss,
nor did I pity her.
I felt betrayed,
and selfishly mourned for myself.
This poem is meant to feel controversial since feelings are fickle things and more than one emotion can surface from something so simple.
You're like the sweetest apple that has ever graced my lips.
Like Eden.
I could eat you for hours.
And taste every inch of your bruised flesh
(and love it all the same)
Nirvana is
nothing
Compared to the nectar that I have found in your skin.
Even at your core you're heavenly.
Temptation couldn't escape you even if she tried.
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
R
Addiction
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
R
she walks hand in hand with the thing that will eventually **** her
she blows soft kisses in the wind
empty I love you's

the thing says
"I know you can't live without me"
and disappears

The girl screams silently
cries
dies

The thing comes back
to her funeral
and says
"I knew you couldn't live without me"
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
Rafhael Vieira
Slowly losing sanity
Black has become white
White has become black.

The days goes by
But I can't feel them anymore
I'm stuck in my own world
Hopelessness,
Lost.

The lights faded out
The darkness is taking over.
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
nivek
freedom
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
nivek
freedom can be bare feet
or naked
or laughter
freedom can be poetry
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
ryn
Bastion
 Mar 2016 Quinchet
ryn
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He doesn't realise...
The weight of his actions and words that pummel her to the ground.
Beating her down for every time she rises up to undo his ropes with which she's bound.

He doesn't see...
Past the darkened lenses that she dons.
She wears them,
not to shield her pride that was wrongfully taken,
but to protect him from the repercussions that would come with accusatory speculations.

He doesn't know...
Of the soaked pillow that accompanied her.
The rivulets of tears...
She had quietly shed without a whimper.

He doesn't hear...
The silent altercation between the treasure that beats in her chest and the thing that thinks in her head.
The struggle that ensues when the mind tries to rescind what the heart had wholly given and carelessly said.

He doesn't care...
To think of the devastating waves that come.
Only to erode the last bastion of hope she nurtures...
This frail wall that she prays for nightly.
Just so that it would hold up through another day's endeavour.

He doesn't feel...
The need for empathy.
For he thinks that he's god with one devout follower.
He commands her loyalty with his deluded testaments
and his fists as sceptre.

She doesn't live...
To see future suns.
For her day finally set when it all came down.
The wall she had feebly held together with her life...
Easily gave way when he came at her armed with a knife.

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