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Katie Feb 27
My tarot deck's box
Might not live to see tomorrow
As it continues to
Tear in the corners
Where I have lovingly
Taped them
Again and again
Back together

If only it were this easy
To tear people apart
And end their relationships
With people who hurt them
Ripping the flimsy tape
Around their hearts
To shreds with a scissor
Or maybe just letting them
Get jostled around in my bag
Until the pressure is too much
And their walls cave in

And I wish it was this simple
To fix relationships
Between two lone hearts
Who truly belong together
But broke up for
God knows what reason
All you'd need is
A kind word or two
Some love songs
Letters from their lover
And a small ***** of tape
To mend their broken heart
Jenna Feb 24
Dear, to whomever,
last parting gift of gratitude
lips press against seal
to whomever,
this piece of wretched heart
is easily teared apart
to whomever,
it may not be your concern
but hold me close

As this is my last piece of comfort
Emma Feb 1
And so the shoe drops,
Easily, easily
It’s much easier for you to wound me,
than wear your human mask over lizard skin.
You gnash your teeth and flail your limbs,
like a ****** ******* lizard person.
How hard is it to check in when you’ve said something so worrying?
How hard is it to speak?
Or is it just that words don’t issue,
from betwixt your lizard beak?
Deadwood Jawn Jan 14
I know you were left behind..
I know you were abandoned.
I know you were forgotten.

A horrible, creature of discord follows you.
The demon of despair is stalking you.

You know?
You know... Yes.
You possess valour then, sweet.

Your aura has become a blackened purple.
It is yours.
Let it not become black.

The creature will soil it.

I am there when you weep, dear...
I feel your sorrows and troubles.
I can see the death in your eyes.
I know where those scars came from.
I am here and feel all the calamity from them.
Seething rage.
True terror.
Tremendous longing.

I know you seek love.
I know you have tried with many.
You sell yourself out..
You feel you give yourself away too easily.
You don't really know them
Through the writings you love their souls.

I know you wanted love in return.
I know you would do anything for it.
My lovely...

Your heart is bleeding.
Your eyes are screaming.
You tears that fall from your eyes.
Yes, the weeping and lamenting..
Every night.

The fear from the terror
Yes, the terror that lies in dreams.
"Someone please just.. love me."

Love you truly.
Love you truly is what you say.
Love you truly is what you want.

Your honey-coloured eyes will be adored one day.
They are a gift to whosoever beholds them.

You are a healer.
You carry the sweet, purple aura.
You can rest your hand on their heart
and still the ravaging within.

Tonight I'm just thinking about some things.. And my empathy was aroused again.. I'm just.. Yeah..
I worry for the world.
I do, it’s true.
I worry for the world,
Through and through.

On this earth,
There’s so much wrong.
It decreases worth.
We’re never strong.

Echos and rings,
From the shots of war.
There’s many things,
There’s so much more.

There’s starvation, poverty,
Racism, inequalities,
All of these things bother me.
All of these things cause casualties.

Starvation and hunger
Affect many people,
Adults and younger.
All hope there’s no sequel.

I could write a book on racism.
It’s been done before,
And it’s caused quite a schism.
Drops jaws to the floor.

Inequality sickens me
And many others, too.
Everyone has the right to be.
To be who they want to.

Every person is a snowflake,
Unique in every way,
But we push them ‘til they break,
And don’t see another day.

Bullying leads to taken lives,
To sadness and to fear.
Doing awful things with knives
And shedding many tears.

Social media has taken over
Human robots, too many.
I’m lucky as a clover,
Because I don’t have any.

Parents’ expectations are too high.
Kids are failing class.
Many of them cry,
And are as fragile as glass.

Celebrities are idols,
Yet many are fools.
They’ve become our rivals,
Not as precious as jewels.

Technology is worshipped,
It’s addictive like a drug.
Society will worsen.
It’s time to pull the plug.
Just answer me.
I only want to help.

I know things are tough,
and I want to help.
I want to make you stronger.

I am worried for you.
You know that, right?

Every night, I worry.
Every night, I hope I can help you
make it to the next day.

I want to help you see that life is worth living,
and that I want to be by your side.

I want to help you overcome
this trouble that has come
and that has tried to ruin
someone beautiful.

That someone is you.
I am concerned.
I only want to help,
yet you cast me away.
III Oct 2018
My car has been making
     Strange, clunky sounds,

So I turn up the music
     Until the bass smothers the concern.
Najihah Oct 2018
I saw you posting about your feelings.
Sorry for not understanding the meanings of your words earlier.
My hands are eager to reply but scared if you would just ignore me.
I'm trying to show you my concern,
Because I'm scared of losing someone like you.
Not because of the feelings I have,
but because you have something
that is hard to be found in others.
I hope you're okay there.
You think too much that it brings you to the feelings of regretting and all.
All I want is just, you'll be fine there.
Eric Babsy Sep 2018
To whom this may concern,
I wished for it!
I cried for it!
I almost died for it!
Nobody shows me love!
Not from the people I like at least.
I waited all my life.
God would give me no love.
Now I am reckless.
Where can I find her?
I am tortured by it.
Now I can not live without it.
Please someone tell me it is alright.
No one will say anything sincere.
It just plays into my childhood.
At least that is a professional point of view.
I say it is pointless!
Why talk about the past when you do not want to relive it?
I am like anybody else.
I have a fantasy and I want to live it.
I am sorry I am using “it” a lot.
I am just venting.
I have a few things wrong that makes me not go into the public.
I can not take any more.
Yes I have my eye on a few.
The intuition that they do not like me always creeps in.
I was hoping to become a writer too.
I guess there is nothing more to do.
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