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max Jan 29
so tired,
so alone,
in a crowd of familiar faces,
i can't even remember my own,
i'm blinded by my thoughts
covering my eyes with dark doubt,
music guiding me,
blasting my eardrums out
if i measured my tears,
i'd be disgusted by the amount,
i'm tired of my mind and how it puts me down,
take it out,
throw it away
leave it nowhere to be found,
i'd rather be a puppet,
i'd rather be a robot,
than stay in this ruined vessel of emotion and distraught
so i'll simply listen to the music
from these broken down artists,
rather than these intrusive,
dangerously louring thoughts
(n.) an unfilled space or interval; a gap.
Annie Mar 2019
Let me breathe
In the smoke of betrayal
One last time
Let me taste
The sweetness of your lies
Savoured, divine
I am not good at goodbyes
Neither letting go
You can’t say I haven’t tried
Lover —turning into a foe

Every day is just the same
Every night starts with tears
Who’s to blame
For all the wasted years?

You painted the picture
Put flowers in empty vase
Just to let it sink
Cursed with your evil sage
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
I can spend all day
zigzagging through the trees
dodging roots and stomping clay
Sun's hug so nourishing  
this is how I play

Do not forget how to play
or else you will regret every day
doing the same **** for little pay
trapped while you become gray
amorphous blobs that weigh
friendships left to decay
souls that fade away
what can I say
invite those castaways
to join you while you play

While we spend all day
zigzagging through the trees
dodging roots and stomping clay
Sun's hug so nourishing  
This is how we play
Thank you for joining

— The End —