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Anastasia Jun 2019
it's morning and i'm awake
count up all my pills to take
eyes are bleary
bones still weary
but it's morning and I'm awake.
no breakfast for me
no coffee or tea
i'm still tired
wish i was wired
i'm running late
for a not-very-important date
my morning "routine" on weekdays.
Anastasia Jun 2019
in waking nightmare
she screams while awake

the color
of her eyes
bleeds out
with her tears
short poem for an assignment in school
Apporva Arya Jun 2019
Everyday I wake up with the same feeling,
I am afraid to be alone,
And I am more afraid to feel it..
For fours years,
This feeling has chased me.
Now I feel more alone among people.
Anybody reading it,it's more then a confession then a poetry. I want to forget it all.
Asominate Jun 2019
Feeling off,
I'm feeling wrong.
Sentience;
Life turned me on.
Self-aware,
Of breaths I take
Can't turn me off
Now I'm awake
A series of poems to tell a story.
V May 2019
Real eyes,
Realize.
Not sure what this is. Lol
Justina Julianna May 2019
I am wide awake. Awaiting answers, a love story, and a place that feels like home. But what happens when the answers arrive, I love, and I’m home. True bliss won’t begin until the fighting for basic necessities is over, and everything I thought I had to fight for won’t matter anymore. Fate in revenge, even for the empathetic.
I’ve been wondering,
Feeling,
Being trodden by you.
You kick me
When I’m down.
You slit
My throat
But patch the wound.
The symphony of scars
On my skin
Tissue,
Is a gift from your arsenal.

As I lie bleeding,
Half awake
On the floor,
You whisper
Lies in my ears
And tell me to disappear.
You turn dreams into nightmares,
Haunt my daily waking.
I push you away
But somehow you’re closer then.

You’re a mind game encased in my skull.
Between the lines, you don’t hold back,
Telling me truths as harsh as you can.
I believe every word injected into my veins
As the paragraphs line up.

I believe you, doubting me.
First draft written on March 9, 2019.
co'brien May 2019
a city plain enough
for all the world to see
though round the edges rough
it always seems to be

as half the city sleeps
long past alluring Dusk
lonely screams creep
from eventual husks

sirens blare
while i grow pale
and cast a prayer
to no avail

a city plain enough
asleep at thirty to three
missing finer stuff
to keep me company

laying there, wide awake
the night not quiet yet
i shut my eyes for my own sake
and wait for silence to set

i hear ambulances convene
on the parking lot below
whisk away a pallid teen
without her soul in tow

my mind is forever *****
as a war-torn sieve—
i could never forget two-thirty
not for as long as i live
H A Vitatoe May 2019
I use to wonder
how we came
to be
Sitting there
beneath
a willow tree

When I was young
I learned of Jesus
When we die
If we're good
there would be
Endless days
within the sky

Not understanding
who God was
Would he come
as almighty
or be a human
That
of love

Within
the darkened eyes
Spoke
the biggest
lies

Now knowing
who I am
Of human
where I stand
As God
shines through us
We are
within
his blood

Through each
strand
of DNA
Shows us
that we are
the divine
his Holy Grace
Olivia Lost May 2019
Resting my eyes always leads to memories of what I no longer have.
Dreams of you loving me and kissing me slowly.
To wake to the painful reality that you left.
The reminder each morning is too much.
So I stopped sleeping.
it has been months and I still struggle
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