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Edith Jul 2019
beer tastes better from the glass of my enemy
water is cooler after running a mile on an august afternoon
her cold voice is sweeter now that she's gone
passion fills me after endless starving
and loving myself feels so good
after years of hating this body that I occupy
Kayla Chappell Aug 2019
As I lay
And I think
Of all the wonderful possibilities
That could be coming my way

My talents and ambitions
But do I have what it takes?

The feeling of dissatisfaction
And dissapointment
In who I am
Creeps my way

My thought is always split in two
Love and hate
Mistakes or was it fate

But as they say,
It's the contrast
That makes life great

Without feeling bad,
You wouldn't know what it is
To feel glad.
To embody that warmth,
The feeling all of us adore.

So when I get those bad feelings
Just let them pass
The scarcity of the wound won't last

If you can hold onto something
Let it be this

There is always
A greater day
Soon on its way.

And remember,

You have what it takes.

You must believe this.

K.c
Emily May 2019
what if
you took a step back,
saw your life as
the work of art it is,
made beautiful by
tireless perfectionism and
ultimate lack of control,
treasured creations and
unseen shadows,
internal battles and
conflicting thoughts,
all together striking
balance,
contrast,
a wilderness of
human intricacy?
Ray Dunn May 2019
soft as snow—
she kissed me,
with a heat to melt
the world twice over.
Idk again haha
Saint Audrey May 2019
Daybreak
Sunlight washing over me
The end of senseless tragedy
Letting go of pain

Dry spells and misery
Inflaming all my past regrets
For a while, lived sight unseen
Another mile, on a vacant road

Never thought It'd feel this real
Like I could a life in memory
It's been a while since we parted ways
But all those days still seem clear to me
I know the future is fixed in place
But it never felt that way to me
Ever longing for simplicity
Never feeling real

Secluded out here, In the passing trees
Wreathed in light of gaias halo
Through shadows washing over me
In the calm, quiet calamity

Another fantasy I can't fulfill
Or live up to, as evidenced
Imagination of the heartless soul
I never can forget
Nursing wounds that could never close
Something crawling up my throat
To watch the rain fall inside my head
From my bedroom floor

Don't wait
Why would I lie to you?
As ash peels from the coals
That bittersweet hanging rope
Don't you want to let it go?
Cause it's never getting better than this
There's no going anywhere next
Think of something you love
All things you held close

Daybreak
Sunlight washing over me
The end of senseless tragedy
Letting go of pain
I know the way that love tastes
Honeyed fingertips
Pressed tightly to sealed lips

I know the way that love feels
The fluttering of butterflies
And hearts in cages

I know the way that love sounds
Laughter caught in throats
Full of unspoken words

I know the way that love looks
A gleam in the eyes
Casting shadows in the mind
Between the lines~
William Herewini Mar 2019
Without agony
What is pleasure
Without despair
Hope has no measure

Where enlightened
Was void
And frightened
Became joy
No loss can be felt
If no love has been dealt
You may doubt...

Think back to a time
To a happier scene
Your pinnacle shadows
What could be serene

Scaling from experience
Encourages ignorance
With agony, comes pleasure
With despair, hope is measured
With balance you will find
A healthy state of mind
Take your time...
Food for thought
shamori Jan 2019
They say cleanliness is next to god, but those who prosper follow the tracks left in mud.

Born pristine, on a parallel wavelength, all is one. Told to go wrong, to fit in, to reach the next level.

Arms stretching, reaching for glory. Stepping on heads, hating those below me.

Laughing, ridicule, destruction of value. Man made standards, paper idols. Please give me value.

If Jesus is leader and Satan a demon, then who do I look to if my masters are evil?

And when my meaning is compromised and shoved in the dirt, why must I sin to replace my hurt?

Inverted letters. Darkened faces. The contrast of what’s pushed forward.
Although this can’t be it, I still lack a logic to morals.
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