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 Jun 2014 Anon
Kelsey Greene
Tired
 Jun 2014 Anon
Kelsey Greene
I understand now
Why an increase in sleeping
Is a warning sign for depression.

Being sad?
It's a tiring thing to be.

Constantly exerting every ounce of your energy
Trying to appear happy to those around you.

When others ask if you're okay
"yeah, just tired"
easily becomes the automatic response.

Maybe because it's halfway true,
You are tired,

You're tired of life

Of things always seeming to go wrong
Instead of right

Tired of people letting you down

Of your dad drinking
Or your parents fighting.

You're tired of being tired
But most of all you're tired of being sad.

Sleeping,
That's the only time you can really get away
From all the tired.

It's when your mind wonders to a different life

One where the words
"Just tired"
Don't exist.

I think that's why people sleep so much when their sad.

Their dreams
Are so much better
Than reality.
 Jun 2014 Anon
Juliet Claire
She was about to give up then she saw you
 Jun 2014 Anon
Thenay Cora
Pencils
 Jun 2014 Anon
Thenay Cora
To draw the arch of your lips
Would be blasphemy.
 Jun 2014 Anon
SG Holter
You get those long cheek
Kisses from the girls.
Pats on the shoulder; it's nearly
Strange for them to see you
Alone.

Friends stating obvious things
You'll live through this too.
I will. Just a few stages to
Go through
First.
She's any other man's to
Have now.

I feel the love in her gone.
Her relief that she's out.
She'll never love me again.

~

There. She's gone.
It's in her eyes.

They look at me like
I'm always standing
In her way.

An annoying statue.
Badly carved and uncared for.

Art without
Art.
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that I fall in love daily
Held under so many captivating spells
moulded and crafted by all walks of life
I find myself longing for all of you
the broken, the fallen, the bruised
the saints, the sinners
the righteous, the dispossessed
the holy, the unholy
all meet here
to speak of life
as they feel it
as only we know it.
Onwards, upwards
Downward spirals
kindness, cruelty
crashing through boundaries
bounding across oceans
carried on wistful sighs and broken dreams
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that it breaks my heart
Then brings me back to love again
All within an hour.
 Jun 2014 Anon
circus clown
imprint
 Jun 2014 Anon
circus clown
i bet even after all this time
that if my chest were to
ache with emptiness enough
like it used to i could go to your house
and find the outline of our bodies
on your dark blue bed sheets
i have spent the last year
both trying to run from you
and find you at the same time
but i left everything i knew
about falling in love
on that mattress and
it's still settling there
like dust and
all i can do is write about you
until it comes back to me,
or by some kind of miracle,
you decide to.
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