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Who are you
To hold so much
Power over my

When I think
Your gravity sinks
Me down to the

And Fall I
Must now for I
Am in the Up
Side Down
Guden Jul 17
Eyes followed by some hair
She was introduced to me
By a friend
On my birthday.
He loved her,
I didn’t care,
She looked exotic,
Freckles and a body,
Painted by gods.
Laughter and madness.
We used to make love,
Hidden while skipping school.
She was lovely and *****.
I said goodbye
And gave a last Christmas gift.
Her parents were monsters
Who hated each other
And everything else.
An omen,
A promise,
Some tears in the end
And a horrible scent
That scared me for years
I challenge
all those who want to try
to write a
6 word memoir.

Example: Life is short. Make it fair.
Be that one bright shining star.
Friends. Family. The candles of life.
Be that crow in the seagulls.
I was doing this for class not to long ago and just wanted to see what my fellow poets could come up with.
Six feet under,
Down the drain.
Lie my feelings,
Is my luck.
Six feet under,
Under this dirt.
Is my hapiness,
Is my love.
Six feet under,
Or hidden anywhere.
Depression is here,
Right inside me.
Six feet under,
Where we live.
I try to
Cover this sadness.
Six feet under.
I try to hide,
Alcohol, Drugs, Cigarettes.
I'm slowly suffocating.
I write a small poem every dat, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #7
gabrielle Feb 6
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fact 5 - i want to make a book, i mean i already finished the contents of it,  a poetry collection and i want to make a manuscript out of it..... but i don't know how to make a manuscript :((
Everything I see,
Turns into ideas.
Poems, paintings,
Music, art.
My life is full,
Drafts everywhere.
Surrounded by
Undone paintings.
I Sometimes
Have to,
Clean it all up.
Delete, Erase,
Rip apart.
So you can go now.
I don't need you,
You're a
Worthless idea.
It's all

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I'm writing a small poem every day, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #6
If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it.

Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.

Reason 6, Lillie
I might've mentioned it once or twice, this name, person, mind. This is probably one you can't relate to much. But maybe I can make you feel as if it does. I once heard this beautiful voice, that said my name. Well, it wasn't even my actual name. Just a nickname. You said: "Lillie, what you you think?" While you showed me one of your drawings. I was in love within a second. That beautiful voice, that one word never left my mind since. I wish it did though. It's killing me, Like i'm slowly suffocating. Lily's are pretty flowers. But are the dead ones too? Or can't you see that the flowers are turning into dust? Can't you see i'm struggling staying alive just like the flowers? Can't you see you never call me lillie anymore? Can't you see where i'm going?
I'm turning into dust.
You're the reason,
I'm doing this to myself.
So are you the reason,
I'm saving myself.
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