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Armand-DeamoJC Jan 2020
I've been stuck in a haze
Between taking drugs and alcohol
and burning methanol

The fun
the sun
now means none

Repellent to being sober
I'll be so high man, **** the moon
During the day; 'till it's over
I'll be so drunk man, ******* soon

I'll take more and more and more
To **** this negative seed
More, More, More this haze I will adore
Till my nose and eyes bleed

Next day I wake
Ready to bake
New memories to make
New memories to take

Drown back, drown pain!
Before that seed comes back
To force me to repeat; again
Never-ending, until I crack
They say it will never cost more days than the amount of days you had with someone, to be able to move on. I beg to differ. Being sober never helped, never said the drugs do, but they make it bearable. Driving, riding, racing past my limits helps the mind clear. Sometimes we need to lose control of something to be able to feel as if you can get control of it
danial Jan 2020
i am a bad poet
because i do not truly know
how to feel anything

and every metaphor before and after this
are desperate attempts to feel something more
Yoh Esters Jan 2020
They say there is a thin line between genius and madness.
I'm doing my best to balance between both realities at a time.
Smart enough to know the difference between good and bad.
Mad enough to still commit these sins, which is sad.
The path I decided to take no longer host light and captures darkness.
I guess you can say its more of a slipping off point.....
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
I am a good person but I do bad things sometimes
Complicated I may be
I am beautifully disastrous
You can see it in my eyes
Human
I'm imperfect
I struggle
I'm ME
No one is all good or all bad but a mixture of both
Bhill Jan 2020
News is depressing
Are the state of things that bad
Waiting for some change

Brian Hill - 2020 # 13
Is it really?
David Hutton Jan 2020
You were overzealous, had me concealed.
You tried to care, you thought you were my shield.
You created this storm-cloud,
Always angry and loud.
You were hazardous, too weak to be healed.
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
I am trying to write happy poems
To smile once more
Dull ache in my stomach
Trying to ignore

Try and try to be stronger
My chin up high
Living in the present
Let it pass me by

Trying to focus on the good
Instead dwelling on the bad
Start making new memories
Missing old ones had

Try not to complain much
To stifle tears
Embrace what is in front of me
These are my best years

I am so sick of wasting my life
Chasing goals impossible to attain
Stop throwing my health and money away
Learned down a bottomless drain

I have been alive for two dozen rotations
Around the boiling sun
I die a little bit every day
Decomposing each one
Keyword: TRYING
I could be resentful and wish you to Hell
To see you suffer and burn but oh well.
I guess I could be a person of God
And send you to heaven isn't that odd.

In hell you will find all the suffering dead
But in heaven the dead are all safe in a bed.
Lucifer whispers that you should go down
The voice from above that you are a crown.

You are a jewel that should not be spent
And at the same time you'll not leave a dent.
I will not miss you wherever you go
Maybe you could've listened to my no.

You are monster and in Hell you belong
But I cannot send you that is all wrong
If you say you're sorry I'll send you to heaven
But if you will not then you go down at eleven.
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
What the **** is wrong with crying?
Think tears are fine
To show emotions to you
Too scared so I hide mine
I wish you felt the same as I do about being sensitive
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