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Poetic T May 2020
The suicide note was blank,
            I hadn't thought up
a good enough excuse yet

   for why they killed themselves.

This one was a tough one,
  as my hands aren't as strong as
the used to be, took ages to suffocate...

But as I hung them up like a piñata,
  covering the ligature marks smoothly.
I pushed them to get a rhythm  of what
               to write..

I was tired, uninspired...
I'm getting to old
               for this manual labour,
time to retire and write love stories...



"To whom it may concern,

                         "tested gravity..

"I got a D- oh well....
Heyaless May 2020
Doe eye

My baby girl
Sweet and shy , coveted with monsters eyes .
I didn't realise how mistreated and misplaced she was .
I didn't realise she was seeking comfort trembling with fear .
I didn't realise my little rose is withering .
By the time I realise ,
i was crying holding the stone carved with her name on it .


I hope when your daughter says
I don't want to go to school ,you hear her .
I hope you notice the way her words seem to sink in the air .
I hope you notice her words coming out with such a heft that cannot be supported by her breath.
I hope you feel how icy her surroundings have become
I hope you push the hair from her face and look into those doe eyes ,
And ask her to open up her wings .
Please be bothered for what is keeping her from seeing her friends .
Take her into your arms , hold her , mantle her .
A
Protect your precious daughters from monsters.  Please , please , please
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are tears?
Will they spare the dying their anguish?
What use, our concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence of tears
without action?
What help, the eloquence of prayers,
or a pleasant benediction?

Before this day is over,
how many more will die
with bellies swollen, emaciate limbs,
and eyes too parched to cry?

I fear for our souls
as I hear the faint lament
of theirs departing ...
mournful, and distant.

How pitiful our “effort,”
yet how fatal its effect.
If they died, then surely we killed them,
if only with neglect.

Keywords/Tags: neglect, starving, dying, perishing, famine, illness, disease, tears, anguish, concern, prayers, inaction, death
Dez Apr 2020
Would you walk with me
Down all life dreary roads?

Would you listen to me
Down all my mental rabbit holes?

Would you hold me
Through the dark nights?

Would you kiss me
Though I may be as stupid as can be?

Would you?
Oh please don’t lie
Tell me the truth!

I’ve been played before
I’ve been drug out the door
I’ve been thrown in the mud
I’ve been through the flood

So please don’t take me there again
For I have already been
And I don’t want to take you there
For I am sure you’ve had your share

So darlin would you?
Oh darlin could you?
Just let me know!
Don’t let this all be for show!
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2020
If feeling lonely
Lost, neglected, hurt, or sad
Things will get better
Maybe soon maybe someday but eventually they will
crowther Nov 2019
and if you see me

cruising in the depths of unknown. it's cause i was seeking for the thing that you were looking for. you tried to look unto others the uniqueness that i cannot even fathom. you've given up your smile to those people who were unworthy to see you happy. they'd replace with pain that you'd still long to keep. but, how dare i to conquer this? it's cause i was selflessly caring for you while you keep dragging yourself to the fools.
a prose
an0nym0us Oct 2019
Its been two years and a half but I still like you...
But I no longer see you...
I'm still concerned and wish to talk with you...
From time to time, I think about you...
How foolish of me.

I don't know if it's just me.
But I know you don't give a **** about me.
Honestly, you're still the fairest for me.
I guess fate is just not nice to me.
Still, best of wishes for you.
:')
Ken Pepiton Jul 2019
Now, I celebrate the loss

of all I wrote from 1965 to 1985.
Long ago,
I burned them as offerings to now
when
whatever comes to,
awakening
being truer than what I had imagined,
or had been told to hold true,
as a child.
Then
Patient Wisdom kissed me,
rubbed the sleepy from my eye and
promised to bring to mind
burned
ever words I once thought mine.
on aroll, downhill
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