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 Dec 2017 Inkveined
chiasa
When you have
Too many sadness
And you are
Just torn
Torn and beaten
In choosing
Which one
Of them all
Should you offer
Your tears first.

Looking
Staring at nothingness
For a long time
Gripping
Grasping for a breath
Not knowing
Where to get
That glowing
Passionate fire
Again.

The nights
Feel long
The days
Are warm
Yet the heart
Agitated, restless
And hopeless
Loneliness, grief
Eaten
Crumbles, stricken.
There are days of utter loneliness.
 Dec 2017 Inkveined
Hannah Marie
Carret.
So profound.
Makes me want to,
Lick the ground.
Carret.
Is a color.
That can't rhyme,
With another.
Carret.
So sour.
I have,
CARRET POWR,
When I use my powr,
I fly,
And what I leave behind is,
CARRET.
Its so weird...
"She fell head over heels" in love.  We're all almost always head over heels!
I think he wrote me a poem
Though he won't tell me so
But it hit me like a warm spring breeze
I think he wrote that poem for me
Thank you for inviting us all
To your pity party
Although the decor is intriguing
This place is not for me
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Then maybe you can see
No one wants an invite
To a pity party
Once I stepped on the bus
The first thing I do
is look at everyone
and the first thing
that pops up in my head is
"what are their stories"?
I never took the time
to actually think about what people go through
do they fight with demons
in their head like I do ?

As I take my seat
I look at my people again
Some are laughing
Others are sleeping
and those who are just
calm
All they do is look out the window
Like me

I always assume
Based on peoples face expression
if they go through things
And those that have so much life
Are ok

Until one day
the girl that everyone calls "rich"
was riding the city bus
the happiest girl in my school broke down today
wanting everything to be over
the guy that everyone thought was poor
because of the way he dressed
paid his daughters tuition for college
out of his pocket

Thats when I realized
I can't be judging a book by its cover
Because all this time I just assumed
while the answer was in me all this time
and that was
ME
I am an example
of what I didn't believe
I am that girl that puts up a show for people
that I am happy
when it is all an act

(that's when I snap out of it)

I looked around one last time
But this time I looked through the eyes of reality
so when I looked at my people
I seen all of their demons behind them
They all looked at me back
And seen what I was seeing
They seen mine behind me

Believe it or not we all go through something
You will be surprised of who they are too
 Dec 2017 Inkveined
Mary
Same old.
 Dec 2017 Inkveined
Mary
Please play that song
once again
on the old jukebox
from your mum's attic.
We'll just sit around,
a cigarette for two
as we pretend to live
in those golden days of youth.
When nothing really mattered
but The Beatles and new dance moves,
hand written letters
with no shades of blues,
and sweet old songs
that i sure wouldn't mind
writing for you.
Felt like i needed to write a poem about the past.Things have changed a lot, and even if we've come so far, many things were so much better back then.And these things are part of the reasons why i'd like to go back to the past, sometimes.
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