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 Jun 16 minx
Nobody
you noticed that his room was becoming messy.
"lazy."
you noticed that he had stopped showering.
"disgusting."
you noticed that he had started talking less.
"he's just going through a phase."

but you never noticed how his short sleeves turned into baggy hoodies.
you never noticed that he had stopped eating.
you never noticed that the happy little boy you used to have was leaving.

you never noticed it was getting bad
until it was almost too late
some things i wish i could say to my parents. i dont know how i feel. i want to say sorry but i want to scream at them because they never even noticed.
 Jun 16 minx
Travis Green
He was a sheer fire drip dream
Drenched in seamless *** appeal
Gleaming in his pink durag
Like a photogenic rose
His J’s were fresh as hell

His game was on point to the core
Diamonds danced like
Majestic waves all around him
His necklaces were stellar to the max
Beardnificent and sexalicious

His lips, sweet, tasty, and manly
His brown eyes undressed my soul
He was my magical fantasy man
My dope kryptonite in motion
My smooth-talking, dapper-*** Romeo

Every moment with him was destiny
He was the only one for me
My everything, my five-star hot boy
My thugtastic addiction in top-notch definition
My sinful, savor-worthy dessert

He lived in my dreams
I was sinking into him
I needed him like a fix
Like Mary Jane in the electrifying night
Like angel dust laced
With unprecedented bliss
 Jun 16 minx
Jennie Jen
There’s a monster living under my skin,
It hums lullabies in a voice like sin.
It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t roar.
It just waits... behind the door.

It’s soft-spoken, wears my smile,
Walks in my steps, stays awhile.
It knows the cracks behind my eyes,
Where all the dead dreams lie.

It isn’t sharp—it’s patient and slow,
It dances in places no one should go.
It sips on memories like bitter wine,
And chews on thoughts that once were mine.

It curls around my mother’s name,
And whispers that I’m just the same.
It counts the days I’ve held my breath,
Then offers comfort dressed like death.

People say, “You’re healing now,”
But they don’t see the sacred vow—
Me and it, we made a truce,
It feeds on pain—I stay the noose.

I try to scream, but it just grins,
Wearing my face like borrowed skin.
And every time I think I’m free,
It locks the door and swallows me.

You wouldn’t know it to look in my eyes—
But something in me never dies.
I laugh. I love. I play pretend...
But the monster’s always watching…
waiting…
for the end.
 Jun 16 minx
Blue Sapphire
Life is given to us,
it will be taken away.
When and how,
we won't know-
till it is our time.

A disease or disaster,

road rage or domestic violence,

war or Mother Nature's fury,  

                     or maybe
                    
                       just love.
 Jun 16 minx
Dr Peter Lim
I can help you
so much only
the rest is entirely
up to thee-

I've my problems too
in my life-journey
I had to struggle so frequently
to be free and happy

I wish you well--sincerely
wherever you might be
we're also cast into life's uncertainty
we've each to reckon with destiny
 Jun 16 minx
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Hatred
 Jun 16 minx
unnamed
Crowd chants it's loathing
Hatred's demonic face shown
Satan is humbled
 Jun 16 minx
Dr Peter Lim
'Luxury'-
an ugly word
the wantonness
of the princely
and the aristocrat-

I was born poor
few things I could afford
if ever given luxury
I'll accept not

the little I have
is more than adequate
nothing else by me
need be sought
 Jun 15 minx
Kai
Start up and log in
Find the website that'll keep me busy
Find the headphones to tune out

Finding my mind roaming
Finding my mind in bad places
"So what?"
So what?
I think about nearly EVERYONE in a bad sensual way
It's bad
Terrible
I know it
But I can't stop
Like my mind it tempted to keep coming back to the subject

I keep finding myself
Touching my friends in ways
That is not suitable for children's eyes
I keep finding myself
Talking to my friends
Saying things only meant beneath the covers
Or with my lovers
I keep finding myself
Thinking about myself
In vulnerable positions
With others

I keep finding myself
Disgusted
Yet amazing
As I feel a person's hand on my neck
Slowly squeezing
Pushing back
Like I love the pain it creates

I keep finding myself with these ****** thoughts as if it were a full time job and working overtime
I'm disgusted
She's going back into that phase again. ****** abuse again!!!! At least I think so.

Anyways let's not mind this. 'Kay? Thanks. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

EDIT: ignore that comment. It's Ryan pretending to be Dom. I can't delete it because he blocked me. Fore clarification, I'm not RGH. That's disgusting. Plus, why would I out myself? I'm not that stupid.
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