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Andrew Dec 2018
While I am innocently driving
Headlights approach behind me
That are totally blinding
Here nobody will find me
So I have to keep riding

I can barely see the road
Because the scary glow
Only seems to grow
As it gets closer
To bringing me closure
In what could be a bull dozer

Sweat falls down my cheek
Because times are bleak
When I can’t see the street
The lights and my car meet
Yet I continue moving
As the lights go through me
They illuminate my cabin
Like a luminescent dragon
Disorienting my brain
With blinding pain
On this winding lane
During hazardous rain

The headlights float through my car
While shining like an exploding star
I’m having difficulty seeing very far
The headlights are my vision’s guard
Because my eyes start burning
While my wheels keep turning
I reluctantly resume learning
Shining pain on this journey

Well this isn’t good
The lights went through my hood
Violently twisting metal
But not the gas pedal
So my car won’t settle
As the blinding lights replace my own
Now blinding others feels like home
For I want the light’s pain to be known
So I won’t feel so alone
In this blinding zone
amanda Oct 2018
shadows and silhouettes
dancing on the ceiling.
blinding blue lights
circle the bathroom mirrors
stained with purple lipstick.
silent vibrations from your phone
blocked by the shower’s storm
and overflowing sink water.
spilled lotion bottles
and untouched lemon wicks.
wadded tissues
colored in colorless tears
drowning in puddles
of the bathroom tiles.
girls’ giggles in the room next,
moaning through the right wall,
and sad chocolate eyes
abandoned behind the shower curtains.
wet hair, wet mascara, wet sobs;
your sad chocolate eyes
trapped in a nightmare.
Last night I was betrayed,
again, are you surprised?
Last night I found out how,
alone I actually am.
Last night my body shook,
from knowing the unknown.
Last night I saw the light,
light I didn't want to see.
Last night I realized how,
how much I love the darkness.
Last night the light truly,
intimidated me.
Last night will become my,
biggest anxiety.
Last night forced me to open up,
open my eyes to the dishonorable.
Last night you drove me home,
yet you still drove me away.
Last night made me wonder,
will I soon catch a break?
Last night my heart shattered,
and has not stopped breaking.
Last night showed me my value,
at least my value to you.
Last night you left me in,
light that was blinding me.
last night you lied to me,
last night you lied to me.
Last night you lied to me,
way to many times.
Last night you affected,
me in ways you cant imagine
Last night. Last night. Last night,
will I ever stop saying that.
Last night. Last night. Last night,
will you stop making me.
Druzzayne Rika Sep 2018
Sea
Hard winds
keeps on coming
hitting on my face.

Sun shines
all the same time
blinding my eyes.

Waves coming
very much so inviting
becoming my only solace.
Kiara Malig Jun 2018
Fun facts about me,
Let’s see
One
Anxiety has found a companion in me
Two
My hands sweat all the time, and I can’t control the way I feel
Three
I’m a straight A student who never was sure that straight’s a word in the dictionary
Four
I don’t like people for no reason at all
Five
My head’s messed up with all these deadlines I seem to have missed
Six
I loathe myself
Seven
I’m scared of being forgotten and it keeps me up
Eight
I have trouble sleeping because when I close my eyes, I imagine heaven
And I know it isn’t real, because I’m not meant to be there
Nine
I like arguing about my beliefs but I still feel anxious every time I speak up
Ten
I can’t comprehend everything at once, and it all blows up,
And then the next thing I know, I’m having a panic attack

All those things I’ve just stated are true,
But then again there’s a thin line of what is the truth and what people believe is the truth.
So I don’t know what’s the purpose of gloating.
My feelings apparently aren’t valid enough for people,
They say, I’m too young to feel these things,
They say, I’m in my early years so why not enjoy it.
You see, the problem is I can’t.
No matter how much I try to lull myself into this dream, I can’t bring myself to.
You see, my thoughts have now taken ownership,
They’ve spiralled into something more than a 13-year-old can even understand.
They say I’m not supposed to feel this way,
But what am I supposed to do,
When I feel the walls caving in?
What am I supposed to do,
When I’m stuck on an island and the only fish I can find is the one in my own bloodstream?
I’m tired.
I’m so tired of always feeling this way,
I don’t want to be me anymore,
But that’s not how it works,
Things like these never go away,
They just escalate,
And I let the weeds grow.
I let them because there’s nothing else to do.
Until there’s none of me left to actually consider,
Until all there is are the weeds I forced myself to plant inside me,
Until I don’t remember my own name.
It doesn’t matter anyways, I’m too young to know what it feels like to be saved

When someone at the table talks about how mental problems are just illusions and how teens are just using them as ways to get popular,
I bite down on my tongue so hard, I can ******* own blood.
I don’t say anything,
Because I’m just a kid,
What the **** do I know?
Lily May 2018
So many people talk about the
Light at the end of the tunnel.
But they don’t talk about
What comes after that.
They don’t talk about how
The light blinds you when you get too close,
How it completely swallows you, and
How you’re left confused and bewildered afterwards.
No one tells you that change can hurt you,
Internally- the worst way-
Turning your whole world upside down.
No one talks about how the
Light at the end of the tunnel can also be
The light of an oncoming train.
Simon Bechtel May 2018
Rag
Once there was a cloth.
It was pretty and blue
and white and red.
Everyone thought it was grand
because it flew up so high.
It stayed there all the time.
But since it was so high up,
nobody noticed the fabric tearing.
Nobody noticed the stitches failing.
The people just saw the cloth
way up high like it was before.
The people never noticed
that their cloth had become a rag.
Patriotism blinds one to the problems and flaws of their country.
Umi Apr 2018
To death in love!
The eye of ones heart closes for their beloved, their most precious treasure of them all clouded by emotions stored for them deep within
Unanswered love leads to a stinging mind of the subscocious, caught and rose by a burning ember of feelings, turning into an inferno,
Blinded by it, they will not acknowledge the falsities of their partner, nor their mistakes or even their treaciousness, as for them he is perfect, conciously imaged as the ideal and the best they ever had,
But no! God forbids, they learn about the art of blinding love while they sink to the bottom of a sea of passion and affection, in a last remote of a courtain call to simple yet manifest carelessness,
Small lies lead to grand falsities overlooked by a noncaring closed eye
Rekindled in a dream they rather follow their instincs than the truth,
Illusions cast by embers of love deep within the unconcious, like a courtain to be blocked from all light, holding on to dear of what is loved and cherished, praised and adored, an emotion leading stray,
The philosophy of a hated person, would be to never close the open eye of ones heart, so you fall not too hard when you begin to love,
But when all falls apart, realisation is like the thorns of countless roses
It is the heart sign of selfless love.

~ Umi
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