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Jay Dayz May 2018
I know that...
Deep inside those eyes so hollow,
lies a poor soul deep in sorrow.
Hiding from that feared tomorrow,
hoping for some time to borrow.

I know you...
Built these walls for selfless reasons,
and hid your heart in fear of treason.
You built your walls, you built a prison;
you built a shield against the seasons.

I know they...
Broke your heart and brought you down,
and for your soul they sent the hounds.
For years and years they stlaked around,
feeding to your endless frown.

I know I...
Gained your trust and passed your walls,
I found my way through endless halls.
I heard your whispers and your calls,
I saw the light grow ever small.

I know that...
there can be a bright tomorrow;
with no more pain, no more sorrow.

I know you...
can free yourself from this prison,
and find in life many reasons.

I know they...
will never again make your frown,
as long as I stand around.

I know I...
can help bring down those hollow walls,
and guide you through those endless halls.

And I know we...
can find a way to move together,
till the end and till forever.
This poem is based on two character I've made. The poem is supposed to be writer from my character Alex D. Clark to my other character Jonathan Wesley. Jonathan has gone through a lot in his life which has made him put this cold exterior, but in the inside he is just lost and alone. And no one was able to pass his walls until Alex showed up. Jonathan is struggling, and Alex just wants to be there for him.
Alex Durow Apr 2018
my sadness is a burden until his isn't an option

the only time you're nice to me is when he's mean to you

you only call me best friend when he doesn't call you

you call me crazy

well I'm the one who's still with you so

maybe you're right
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2018
DONALD TRUMP IS FURIOUS AND MAD
ABOUT THE ATTORNEY GENERALS REMARKS
DONALD TRUMP IS FURIOUS AND MAD
ABOUT ALEX BALDWINS COMIC SPARK



MUELLER NOW HAS ENOUGH EVIDENCE
TO CHARGE TRUMP WITH OBSTRUCTION
THE ECONOMY THE STOCK MARKET
TRUMP WILL ONLY LEAD TO DESTRUCTION


RE-ELECT TRUMP FOR 2020 THE
ELECTION CAMPAIGN NOW STARTS
ALL TRUMP FRIENDS ARE SELLING THEIR STOCKS
BECAUSE PROFIT TUGS AT THEIR HEARTS


CLINTON WAS IMPEACHED FOR A
LITTLE BIT OF PLAYING UNDER THE TABLE
WILL TRUMP NOW BE IMPEACHED
FOR MAKING AMERICA UNSTABLE


TRUMP CHRONICLES THE ONLY BOOK ON THE
RISE OF PRESIDENT TRUMP
PRESIDENT TRUMP HAS HAD A COLOURFUL JOURNEY SO FAR BUT OF COURSE MORE IS TO COME WAS THERE RUSSIAN INVOLVEMENT IN THE ELECTION OR NOT. ALEX BALDWIN MAY HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT.
Delta Swingline Dec 2017
I felt so sad as I took a jar of paper stars from the top shelf of my school locker and held it close to my chest as I walked down the halls and I knew you were watching... Arden.

You just didn't do anything.

You knew what it was like to cling to life the same way you hung from death, like it was some kind of sick game. However, this is not a one player kind of match now, is it?

I powerwalked through the halls once, wanting so much to die. I had no plans, just a few ideas. You know, I didn't consider hanging myself in my mind to be a "plan to die" because I didn't actually write out the plans, I just thought about them a little too much.

I answered "No." when asked if I made plans to **** myself, because in my mind, I really didn't make plans.


When asked if I was homicidal, I don't remember what I said, but I remember not saying "no". I remember that I've imagined punishing people, but never killing people. I want to hold their lives in my grasp and hear them apologize like they actually mean it.

But I am too nice for that. Too Christian for that.

It takes a strong person to lift weights, but a stronger one to lift the personal weight off your own back.

I've thought about retiring my poetry career 10 years too early, not even making it to my mid-twenties before quitting simply because there were too many people too eager to get offended at my work.

I will not play innocent to your sickly made games.

I am no fool.

Although, I will not retire my poetry career just yet. Because every time I feel the urge to quit, I am here at 3:22am writing long strings of poetry.

Arden's gonna have a fricken sleeve of tattoos.
Alex is gonna have pain.
Baer is gonna have me taking care of her sister.

But who really cares about that? Because Arden's gonna have something.

Arden has friends,

education,
teachers,
a job,
a life.

Arden's gonna have love.

Arden's gonna have ******' love.


Alex is not going to beg for my jaw unhinged from all the fighting.
Alex will not bend.
No sir.


Baer has hired me as the worlds worst babysitter, and her sister, only a few years younger than I already holds me to a higher standard than most.

But Arden has more to life than me.

There's no comparison.

I too, want to die when I'm not staying up this late to escape my thanatophobia.

I will not live to see Arden's graduation.

But I will live to see the hurricane that comes after it.

I don't feel special Baer.

But no one really needs to know that.
..
Carolyne McNabb Oct 2016
Sleeping together.
Naps together.
Breakfast in bed naked.
Leaving little notes everywhere.
Good memories,
bad memories faded.

Getting sick together and
eating chicken noodle soup.
Laughing together until we cry then,
crying together too.
Finding our happy place
where the bad memories faded.

Cuddling in a dark room
where only "us" exists.
Knowing each day that you
are mine and I will always
be yours and this,
this makes the bad things fade.

Moving in with you
is my dream come true.
STLR Oct 2016
What's up brother, how have you been feeling?

I know it's been a while since we shared our true feelings.

I know that problems can stack and smash into a glass ceiling

And when glass breaks it's never too appealing.

we have to pick up the pieces

**** feels like a fishing pole that keeps reeling

But on the real, if the damage was in a deck of cards would you keep dealing?

This is coming from a kid who barely speaks but keeps listening

******* doesn't shine when it walks it glistens

Then attracts people by the pieces it has missing

We fill in the gaps, by doing some of this, some of that.

Not because we want to, but because we want to adapt From the feelings that lack and haunt us from the past.

I'm truly sorry that your dad passed away, I'm sure things get harder every single day. But there's just one thing that I want to say, I know he wants to see you with a smile on your face, I know he loved you in every single way, I know this because people who love each other think the same.

And as long as you're here I will never stay away, always stay awake, our past will never fade away.

I remember when we use to play, games on the Nintendo, that controller was made of glue because we never let go. Bomber man, Mortal Kombat, Duck Hunter & all that! Always causing a commotion on the games we would focus...little kids watching toons watching moving a like hocus pocus.

Animorphs was the ****, so was tales of the crypt, I remember you did that move on my neck like the Xena chick. In 10 seconds I would be dead, then you turned It off like a switch.

Every move I would twitch, you were just well equipped with punches and super kicks, all your moves were simply ****, bomb-diggity-bomb I mean lethal. You were a ninja mastermind Who had killed million people.

Then you would sit back and act like you didn't do ****

But when mom and ***** came around that was it.

Super belts for the whoopin, rice & beans they were cookin, rice & beans in a napkin then pocket, when they weren't looking.

Not saying there cooking was bad.
That's all we every had.
And **** I'm really glad that's not all they every gave use

Good lessons were taught, we learned them a little later. And If I could go back in time, I wouldn't change our behavior, past moments or memories, because then we would never see that I'm a part of you and are a part me.

Not necessarily a picture perfect family but **** the picture if all it speaks vanity.

Where both in a family tree but your  branch to me is important.

You have been an inspiration for me to go forth with.

All this technology, honestly when I saw you working with computers I wanted to be. Apart from what you where doing even when we where doing different things and just moving.

Trying to find our identities, reckless teen, I can see that what you where doing was never seen. In trouble by seventeen. I thank you for keeping me away from the streets.

Always living inside a lesson learning from your mistakes will soon bring progression. I know I haven't been that expressive, but please take this a compliment not an insult to contend with. Even if we head off into our own directions I know that we will always be connected.
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
You tried your hardest to flee from the fire brewing inside of your heart for me
But,
You and I both know that the thrill of this ride we are constantly on and off of will only eventually become what conquers us.
-wouldn't you do it over?
Eloi Jun 2016
Alex is the best, even when she wants to die.
The whole world sits and waits, 'until she doesn't want to die.
We're both only sixteen, skipping class to smoke ****.
In her brother's house, we saw it on TV, we left immediately.

And the light comes through the window and shines,
Off the stem of her brother's crackpipe.

Alex is my friend, we meet up after school
Her brother knows a guy, who can sell me lots of pills
Lying on her back, she says she wants to die
Then she buys a gram of coke, and she doesn’t want to die.

Summer storm makes for a blackened sky
I wonder where Alex is tonight
Liz Jun 2016
I'm thinking about you
And how we were in
Very similar shoes.

I'm thinking about your smile
And your hair
That I always envied.
It's so strange to know
That I'll never walk behind you again.

I'm thinking about the way your absence
Turned our hometown upside down
And inside out.

I'm thinking about the portrait
Your brother just drew of me
And comparing it to the portrait
Anonymous painted for your mom.

Thinking about the guilt
That I somehow still carry.
Even after knowing the truth
And knowing what happened to you.

The weight of knowing
It could have been me,
But wasn't;
Is so present still.

Why did I make it out alive
When you had so much more to live for?

I'm so sorry
That this happened to you
And I'm so sorry that i couldn't do anything to save you.
Alex Durow Mar 2016
so what it's cliche
so what I've said it billions of times

I love you

and it's like a realization for me every time I see your eyes

so what it's cliche
I mean it

I love you
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