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Cam Feb 2018
Its hard to keep up with life
When it seems as though
Life is holding you back
mitus Feb 2018
I wish I could write better poems,
The kind that everybody could enjoy, not necessarily relate to.
I write poems about the explosion of emotions,
The kind where words left and right are skewed.

I wish I could be a trendsetter,
But most days I can't even get up from bed.
I cry into my hole-filled sweater
And continue to view nothing but dread.

I wish I could feel feelings the way people do,
But I find it hard at times.
I wish I was normal and could get through
But all I have are my rhymes.
I wish I could but I can't.
Liza Makarova Feb 2018
I got lost in the road map creases of your palms,


and the stromatic streets of your irises,


and the bar needle, compass cracks of your lips,


and as I looked for shelter,

I found myself walking in circles;

wrapped around your 


finger.


((((((((acquiesced))))))))
long light bulb

grant me
his
death

the least you could do
for
me
is
let me be that
?





















...
..
.
dead
...
..
.
Hiro Rousenfelt Feb 2018
Spraying her perfume along the room
That left her rosy aroma in my costume
Lifting her cups and leaving the car
Took me a month as it left a scar

I begged and nibble her skin
She pushed me away 'nd cut me within
The slashed was deep; abysmal
To see her smiling, she's in acquittal

She got me locked up with 'us'
She got me framed with her alias
I'm tearing apart she got me dart
Without saying goodbye, she smiles and depart
witchy woman Jan 2018
run
I'll run away
run away
from any
type of
comfort.
I'll stay
to get
the small
piece of
serenity
that I need
to make it
through the
day. But
in the end
I can't let
myself
get too
close to
anyone, really.
I have
to run
away.
miguel Jan 2018
oh, whimsical mind,
full of magic and zest!

you're on another journey
one whole new conquest;

though you're fast on your feet,
quick to open a new treasure chest,

now is the time to settle down,
and let me ******* rest.
it is 4:22 am aaaaaaaaaa
Lana Eve Jan 2018
A dance of detachment

'tween the observer and ego

like a ventriloquist, if you needed an example

I am constantly learning that harmony isn't tranquility but instead a chaotic
bit of both, got me
relapse.

I'm learning that all I have is my temple
I need to color my nook.
prepare the bed

love my curves
love my edges
love, you

you silly creature
you are all that you have
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