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 19° 
SMN
you see,
that’s the problem
with being the strong one
who always offers others
a hand
everyone thinks that you
don’t need a hand and
they think you have lots
of surplus energy and no
worries

*(s.m)
 12° 
yúyīn
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Youllneverunderstand me
I think one of my biggest issues is. I’d still kill for you if you asked me too.

                              With love,
                                     Anonymous
 6° 
Nylee
The mystery which never existed
but repeated
as they all talked about.

It never occurred
the scenes planted in their minds
never played out.

No one questions
none gives answers
they leave it the way

They still fear
stay clear
paranoid of the stillness

They shiver
when they hear
the dogs barking

They see shadows
down the streetlight
They don't forget their flashlight.

They are all bound
everyone regrets
still stay at the edge

The morning mist
reminds them
the mishap that never happened

This morose neighbourhood
waits for the rains
to wash away the stains
.
 5° 
Courtney Pruitt
I want to be available
to the people who love me.
I want to be there
emotionally, physically, financially.
I want to be their shoulder
their crutch, their solace.
The person who does not drop anything.
I want to give the feeling
of lightness to every being walking this earth.
Every human, creature, and plant
as they grow up fast.
I want to be nutrition,
a steadfast superhuman
so unfazed, so cool-headed.

It infuriates me
that I'm not this person.
It should be so easy to give.
If I just get my shit together,
I've repeated on and off again
the last five years.
But somehow, I always manage
to waste enough time
to get there,
but late.
When I have nothing
left, a hollow person
someone gave too
many tries.

Still, the people I love
tell me I'm wise,
an angel body.
Like they must justify,
who I am,
the imposter
the transient,
always planning,
for when she can
run away again.
 5° 
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

At times,  when times,
When I fight beside the people I wanna trust it ends bad.
Making rumors,
rumors that'll make you kill yourself and ruining things that you had.
Quiet and shy,  shy now even still incased in the big old brute of a shell.
I've been hurting inside, inside of my mind, lost in this mean matrix,
Can't you tell.
My exes lie beside me,  keyword lie,
And I will never trust another girl again.
Filling pieces,  pieces of my heart I threw in the trash in desperate dens.
Love is another form, forms of weakness,
Don't you let it all go to your big head.
Lives are on the line , the line of destruction and you feel your life is so dead.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/02/know-me-matrix.html

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