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Michael Caio Mar 2015
I fly nowhere with screams
Hollow vocals are broken dreams
Maddy Van Buren Mar 2015
I am writing angry poetry to a boy who doesn't read
I am praying no good prayers to
a God who doesn't listen
And I am making a peace
with the chaos that lives inside me
Mel Aug 2014
Adapt & absorb other beings,
needs,wants, habits, ideas, beliefs.
Influences, unoriginal.
Metamorphosis,
eternally avoiding the raw,wicked truth of your inner soul,
drop the ******* facade, it is futile and ludicrous.
Analyze,compare, identify, mimic, imitate, copy,shift, evolve.
Perpetual cycle.
Veiled false identities and lies,
layers upon layers, shirk the pale shadows of who we used to be.
Shall we continue?
Contradiction.
Fools, to believe that one can ever change.
Proviquis Feb 2015
I hate being lonely,
Yet I'm always alone

I've been sober for 4 years,
Yet I drink every day

I don't drink caffeine anymore,
Yet I drink 3 pots of coffee a day

I'm trying to acquire good karma,
Yet I drove past the person stuck in the ditch
Moon Humor Jan 2015
The lust we share on cold midnights, lucid
and gentle but so passionate and rough
can keep me hypnotized. Translucent blue
eyes shine like moonstone, glinting bright with love
hidden from sight. I want to call you mine
but I know better than to pine over
a man up way too high, stuck on cloud nine
not planning to come down or to get sober.
I’ll let myself get lost a little while
in the forest of curls behind your ears.
I’ll wander your body concealing smiles
that give away feelings that interfere
with the promise to love myself before
someone else. I am who I’m living for.
A sonnet written in iambic pentameter complete with rhyme scheme.
Meg Howell Jan 2015
The cold makes a fool of my body
Shivering, shaking
What a beautiful contradiction
The glorious sun
With the freezing weather
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
Sometimes there's
nothing more beautiful
than things left unsaid...

                     And sometimes
                      there's nothing
                                 worse.
The conflict between endless possibility and certainty is something that leads to the contradiction that is my life.
Each bring their own comforts and pitfalls, possibility allowing for hope, but is it false?
Certainty allowing for self assurance but at the cost of imagination and potential.
Towela Kams Dec 2014
As I feel my mind romp
Ceaselessly into the past
I twitch to it's sight
And I know I'm scared
All my happy thoughts
Are interrupted by obscure memories
Dark, grey flashbacks
Reminding me that I'm chained
To a world of immense pain

Helpless and crushed
I seek a permanent solution
I attempt to find peace
In what the world offers me
Indirectly, I'm sitting upon
Invisible dough of deceit
Concealing it's strategy to defeat me
Reminding me that I'm chained
To a world of immense pain

The chains are visible now
A keyhole appears in clear view
The more I allow fear in my thoughts
The more the keyhole diminishes
So I give my first shot at faith
Believing first, forget seeing
The master key to save me
Reminding me that I'm free
From a world of immense pain

So I've drawn up my conclusion:
I choose believing over seeing
That my inner heart be wholly converted
Than my eyes merely convinced.
For everything I see tells me not to believe
And everything I believe tells me not to see
The two contradict each other
So what do I choose?
Faith over fears
I'd rather believe then give into my tears.
Umm. Your views?
L Marie Dec 2014
Inner peace is a polar opposite
To this raging hell within my bursting mind
And madness overcomes this fantasy
Of finding some concord of any kind.
My spirit is prisoner to this storm
That whips licks of fire that burns to bone
While my heart is frozen, never to thaw
And their capsule is left to stand as stone.
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