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Becca Dec 2018
honey heals my bruises
milk heals my cuts
buttercream heals my scars
and you heal my heart
stranger Dec 2018
blunts
head counts
bounds
of the hungry hounds
bless my heavy heart
and my empty mind
dancing in the dark
till all my nerves collide
it's all alright
wine breath in sunlight
i'll be ******
if i sell myself to wonderland
dreaming about purple mists
and colored fists
facing the edge of the world
while still counting dreams
going out drains me of thought
SimpleWritings Dec 2018
Love
Such a complex concept
Am I loved?
Do I love?
What is love?

I dream of a love that consumes me
that is pure and genuine
that makes me feel appreciated
and that doesn't belittle me
I want a love that is bigger than reason
that comes naturally
that overcomes all obstacles
and that strikes like lightning
I long for a love that resembles the sun
that radiates independently of choice
that makes me want to love myself
and that doesn't come with conditions
A love that allows me to grow
be who I want to be
and doesn't bruise me

Love
Such a complex concept
Am I loved?
Do I love?
I think I know what love is
And it's not this

09/02/2012
stranger Nov 2018
Bruised violet sky of the mornings
Question my empathy
Blood red midnight skies
Take care of me.
It's been the same for days
Me and hurting for others.
I'm trying to find different ways
Of turning love into a color
And hate into desire.
It's been a couple of long nights
Of manufacturing dreams made out of worn out luster.
I'm staring right into the lights
Of bright disaster.
Love me rotting wood
Loosening up to the wind
Keep me painted in ****
I'm just a poisonous fiend.
Fading away into the blue
I wrote this while staring at a sad boy playing drums.  Me trying to fix him won't fix me
Danielle Bluejay Nov 2018
Almost two years have gone by
Yet I still think about you all the time
Even after you broke that door down
My mind seems to keep wandering
Back around
Sticks and stones
They didn’t break my bones
But the bruises left a permanent scar
On my heart
Now I have to learn how to trust again
Tell me why I’m still wondering
Where you’ve been
Could we begin again?
Hell no
I would never let you back in
Even when you break the door down
On me
I’m still fighting to believe
That there’s better people
But oh, you and your ego
You sure left a mark on me

You sure left your mark on me
lovelywildflower Oct 2018
the pain has grown
and i can't feel nothing
my body's aching
i'm tired of being so exhausted
my eyes are closing
and my heart is broken
i'll keep on breathing
i know that i am nothing to you now
i'm scared i might just give up on myself
there must be something wrong with me
because everyone decides to leave
and if someone could just hold me
i wouldn't be here suffocating
Emma Oct 2018
Mistreatment, abandonment, corruption, exploitation,
Things that have been done, without any explanation.
Blue down the face, red down the brain,
Creating a purple, pleasurable feeling, of cruelty in perverted vain.
Yet the pleasure is reversed, for it was just an excuse,
For the deepest excuse that came from the most purple bruise.
I made this sophomore year. I believe I made the word "purchistic" up, and, no, I have no idea what purchistic means. Judging by the repeating "pleasure" wordplay, I think it was a combination of "purple" and "masochistic".
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