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Daisy Feb 2019
I am a tragedy
And might I remind you
As we approach the end
That the best tragedies seem
Like they might
Maybe
Just maybe
Have a happy ending

That is
Right up until the
Very
Last
Minute
Sadness isn't black and white
It is the color of the world
So bright and full of life.
Sometimes, the reason why we are sad is not because of the situation we are in but because we are seeing the things we once had but is now lost.
D Baby Bey Oct 2018
I wish things weren't
black and white
i find myself
so often
in the gray spaces
in-between
Grace Conde Oct 2018
I hate you,
the way You
make my Heart
twist, dagger in my
chest, sinking, sinking,
my lungs slowly filling, Your
smile the only thing that can save
me. I Love You I'm So Incredibly Sorry
please come back, because without You, I
am Nothing: You are my sun, my moon, and
All My Stars, but I am so tired, and if I could find
a way to push You Out Of My Mind for good, I would,
and how I wish You were Dead, because I am screaming,
but No One Can Hear Me.

Never
Good
Enough.

NeverGoodEnoughNeverGoodEnoughNeverGoodEnough,
I Hate You, my throat burning with Vivid, Unfiltered Hate
for You, every time You Let Me Down, my mind
already bound with your empty promises, my
dear, can't You see? My heart beats for You.
And when You take me in your tender
embrace, slowly putting me back
together, I can finally breathe.
With You, the world rights
on its Axis. Please don't
Hate me, I'm so sorry
I Love You.
Joshua May 2018
Is it hard to find beauty in this black and white world?
Where we are blind to the concept of right and wrong;
Where we only know what we are taught but never really think for ourselves.
How are we sure what's real and what isn't?
When we rely so heavily on what we are told instead of what we can piece together.
When we could see for ourselves but believe other ways because it is said by the masses.
How do we know what is beautiful in itself, if we only know the world's perception of it and never manifested our own ?
A misconception agreed upon by many.
This beautiful fallacy that singles out a few.
What is beauty in itself?
When people find beauty in places others do not.
He is in love with questions,
Little questions that she asks to him,
And the lilting world of words,
With the fabric of philosophy,
Taste of fresh ideas,
Interpretation of dreams and zodiacs,
And definitely for her stupid riddles.

But at the same moment

He is in love with one who left,
And the poisoned past he baths in,
With being perpetually lonesome,
In love with terrible yet beautiful memories,
With darkness, deep and coveted,
And holds scars for the one who left.

But what is actually happening

His soul is getting grey,
On journey with black and white passengers.

His body is getting ****,
With dusky heart and lightened mind.

Sadness and madness has held him together,
over and again.
Torn between two lovers feeling like a fool, loving both of you is breaking all the rules -Mary MacGregor
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