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Sam H Jan 2020
But now i welcome it
As a long lost friend
Though its embrace is
Secure and comforting
My fears create restless thoughts
And stirs among the corners of my head
Pain, sorrow, sadness and regret
How long must it take for one to forget?
Grey Jan 2020
"How are you?"
Bad.
Disappointed.
Upset.
Frustrated.
Angry.
Heartbroken.
D­esperate.
Confused.
Lost.
Anxious.
Numb.
Broken.
Incomplete.
Depr­essed.
"Fine, you? :)"
AnxiousOcean Jan 2020
words strangle my gravity
and breathing is not easy
how do I write a piece
if I couldn't be at ease?
have you ever felt sad and you suddenly felt the need to write? but you couldn't even express whatever you're feeling through a single line. that's my own kind of tragedy.
saige Jan 2020
My hands still shake constantly,
I usually tend to hide them in my pockets.
When your hearts racing, its hard to worry about you hands
Sabika Jan 2020
It hits like a bullet.
Caught off guard,
Triggered by the circumstance,
Fuelled with the negative thought,
Your mind starts to race and all sense is blur.

It hits like a tsunami.
One second you could breathe,
The next your nostrils and mouth is forced shut,
Your insides are burning,
You’re crashing against sorrows
And there’s oh so much desperation
For the need to simply
Breathe.

When the feeling is this intense
You won’t know what hit you.
crybaby Dec 2019
To dance the night away
is my new favorite thing
the flashing lights, the whisky in my breath  
and the man attempting to dance
all excite me
I escape into the night
and I forget the truth
I never want to leave
You will find me at the club, now every single week
FML
I have so much to do
yet so little time
not a penny to spend
but there's so much I need to buy
not a dollar in my pocket
and my gas light's on
I need more money
but I work, a minimum wage job
I'm behind in my online class
and can't seem to get it done
I told my mom I've submitted more assignments
when I've only half-completed some
I just failed government
a course I'm required to pass
I might not get to graduate
when all I want to do, is leave high school in the past
I just want to be happy
but lately, even breathing is hard
I need a drink and joint
and I'm still too young for the bar
the stress is like cancer
slowly taking my life away
these days, I don't even sleep
because the anxiety keeps me awake
this is a poem that uses what are called "near rhymes"
Persephone Salix Dec 2019
fake friends gossip
fake friends talk behind your back
fake friends laugh even when
you don't think it's funny

fake friends seem nice
fake friends comfort you
fake friends make you feel safe
even if you shouldnt

fake friends lie to you
fake friends say it's okay
fake friends encourage you
to do the wrong thing

fake friends give you confidence
fake friends tell you it's okay
fake friends make you tell the truth
even if you shouldn't

fake friends ruin relationships
fake friends make you do things
fake friends say it's fine
as long as it feels that good

fake friends are addictive
fake friends make you think wrong is right
fake friends make you keep coming back
even if you shouldn't

fake friends become your only friends
fake friends make you feel alright
fake friends take the edge off
but sooner or later

fake friends

will.

*******.

****.

you.
******* ALCOHOL
Loxias Dec 2019
I'm standing at a skyscraper
Numb, Empty, Desolated.
Kissing the sunlight of
The said last twilight.
I took a step, heard bellows
As if someone in distress.
Also a voice, saying
"Take one more step"
I was beguiled,
As I raise my foot, shrieks
There it is again.
I'm intrigue to look,
But it is already too late.
Now then moon is staring,
As the air meets my dermis,
Newton's law is heaving me in.
The last thing I remember,
It is heebie-jeebies' warm skin.
I open my hearing sirens,
Drench with blood, I said
"At last It is now over".
Loxias, to those who freed themselves from the voices..
Loxias Dec 2019
Words that you gave birth from,
Lingers, strolls, talks.
It knew me well,
Even my Achilleus' heel.
Enjoyed the disappointment,
Running through my veins.
They fertile along with crippling loathe,
Making doubts on someones' hope.
Result is him hating the fact that he walks.
His solution lies around ties hanged without floors.
Loxias, to those who's death matters..
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