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eF Jun 2018
I ran out of breath,
Trying to chase
Happiness.
I hate trying to consider myself a poet/writer.
Caitlin Jun 2018
I used to convince myself you only crossed my mind when it was swimming in liquor-
and that-
well that’d be okay,
‘cause even I can’t control where my mind wanders when my body is made up of more ***** than water,
but if I’m being honest you’re on my mind, even in the middle of a dry county.
But, just so you know when I shoot a text out of the blue in the middle of the night-
I’m not expecting you to reply,
it’s just me, letting you know, you’re still on my mind.
I’d say right person at the wrong time, but you don’t believe in soulmates
EmperorOfMine May 2018
Here I am on a dark Earth
Here in black, pondering worth
As the demons start to surf
Now new evils come of birth

Every time I look around
There's nothing, not even sound
As Earth's pull starts pulling down
Notice, I'm not on the ground

What am I falling into
What's sticking on me, like glue
No one will care, is it true
Rage in me starting to brew

Eyes that stared avert away
Feel my heart and lungs decay
Yeah, It's bad, it's not okay
I lost words I want to say

Raised my hands up to the sky
There are people around me
As I start questioning why
They pretend like they can't see

They're laughing, I'm not there
They did say, no one would care
I could bet that with my luck
I might get hit by a truck

It's okay, for I am mad
I'm not sane, and now I'm glad
I've lost my world, I've no goal
They can take and churn my soul

No one cares, but who would dare
When in this world was life fair
For you come into life bare
Bound to lose your mind down there
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eF Apr 2018
They all want to know
What my story is but don't
Take time to read it.
Calling yourself a friend only helps YOU sleep at night.
eF Mar 2018
Crowded yet alone.
Searching for a place called home,
Forever to roam.
Ever feel like you just don't belong?
eF Mar 2018
Always scared to speak.
Feels easier to blend in,
Than to be unique.
Hi
eF Mar 2018
A man of few words,
Whose thoughts often get misheard.
Loving the absurd.
Not everyone is the same.
And that's ok.
That's a positive thing.
Yet most frown upon it.
eF Mar 2018
Found comfort in pain.
Self-Sabotaging until,
It's felt once again.
hi.
we
sent him away
it will be easier to **** you this way
your mothers thier mothers
mother ******* give peanut butte ****
your drawn in cheeks
these words of fallen slumber
recognition of trap me words
so delusional was he
pools over pools
pool that pool pools
of blood soaked tears
your horror of self recognition
there horror
every where horror
that he could find peace
what 42nd k have you gripped
oh foolish children with pink on your lips
your satisfaction of stroking fingers
let me shove this **** down your throat
listen to it crow
watch the chicken fly from your belly
snakes from your bowels
intestines full of maggots
watch you squirm
puke will fill your carpet seams
stitched to the stench in between
that you nostrils for terminate stretch fixtures
who are you attitude sawallowed with fits chasers
spin another chamber watch him travel on the floor
past his moments of verbal **** who was he
might as well attitudes

that your night be as an well
that your well drowns your might
you will find no might in death
swallow words for ones you protect
roll up my sleeves that you have face
that an following could be escaped by reality
reality that your flesh is rotting
spit up at the sky open your mouth
let the dog lick your scabs
find him


away from me mysel an I

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