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Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
The insistent whirr of the washing machine,
Cycling round and round,
Soapy water wiping away what remains of yesterday,

Striving to achieve perfection,
Through the shirt so white,
That no-one will notice the fake smile,
A pair of jeans that are glistening,
Absent of tear stains,

A washing machine that washes away the insecurities,
On the surface,
Cause no matter how hard you try,
Your insides won't go in,

You can't clean away your evening cry,
Or the voices driving you down,
Just got to cover, cover, cover,
Till there's nothing left to hide,

Till your insides have been grinded away,
With the insistent whirr of the washing machine
Ella Sep 2017
Behind a pretty cover is where my healing soul waits.

Hiding from the world that destroyed me once before.

From the gaps in the pages i see others alike me being broken down

What I would give for the chance to pull them in out of the rubble,

But I can't

I'm healing

I protect my pretty cover,

Because it's all I have left.
Inspired to write this poem
Poetic T Aug 2017
Cover me in petals so
that the falling of my
body smells like perfume.

Not the hues of deaths
aroma, let me be in my
state, buried in colour.

For I'm but a petal that's
fallen, and so others cover
my decay in there beauty.
Gabriel burnS Jul 2017
secret agent
nearing endgame
chessboard of patience
unraveling sapience
burning the haystack
the needle will come up
delivered in charred black
the countdown is on track
different in tone and approach, deliberately inadequate perhaps?
Lunar Feb 2017
the only cover I want you to hold
is the one that our hands will bind
the only spine I want you to run
your hands across is mine
the only pages i want you to read
are the words of my mind
the only story i want us to write
is one that's one of a kind
the only book i want us to be
is one that only us can find
to my Reader
only yours, Writer

ps. i got a new nickname for wjh: Reader
Gabriel burnS Jan 2017
Are we under cover?
Faces worn like masks
Underneath them, lovers
Friends, if they should ask.

We can veil the light
Of the fire burning,
But could we ever hide
The smoke and heat infernal?

Are we undercover?
Friends, if someone asks
Kept in secret, lovers
Spying their last.
...If you wish to lose yourself to your dreams,
Lost souls asleep do drift,
With those memories that gleam,
I won't be hiding as the doses I admire
sate those craving of desire; find your game.

We got this glow in our house,
The entire crowd is out,
All the feens are
up for it,
I know you love it when it's kickin' off.
I like your reckoning
because we're buzzin' and there's nothing here to stop,
To stop this.

And everything works out, be sound,
I wear the symbols just because.

...The way we are, the way we seem,
Fill this nothing with our dreams.
The buckfast and spliff do their rounds
in the gaf where we all sit
as we get ****** and love it.

And everything works out, be sound,
Everyone can put their hoods down
here.
Say nothing of hypokeimenon,
Philosophy of a rave.
Arcassin B Nov 2016
By Arcassin Burnham (Inspired By Johnny Cash)


I Hurt Myself Today,
Cause Everything's Surreal,

I Use to,
Love the pain,
Ignored the devil's deals,

I get deeper , in the hole,
Seeing what tomorrow brings,
God knows all the rest of your days,
And he remembers everything,


What Have I Become,
My Darkened End,
Everyone I Know , Knows their way,
In the End,
And You Could Have It All,
My self love of worth,
I always let you down,
I Will Make You Hurt,


The Man With His Two Horns,
Has Things He Wants To Share,
Maintain These Old Thoughts,
Don't You Let Him Hear,

An Ode To Father Time,
There's Nothing, Else To Fear,
Fight Battles Somewhere Else,
But I Am Still Right Here,



What Have I Become,
My Darkened End,
Everyone I Know , Knows their way,
In the End,
And You Could Have It All,
My self love of worth,
I always let you down,
I Will Make You Hurt,
If I Could Start Again,
Then Everyone Would Stay,
Times I Saved Myself,
I Won't Die ..Today.


R.I.P C A S H
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/11/johnny-cash-hurt-ab-poetry-remix.html
Alienpoet Oct 2016
I am not the answer
To your prayers
But a man who cares
Is worth more than any acquaintance's blank stare
It's worth more than the fakery of an acquired smile
Than any piece of clothing diamond studded
Than all the tea in China cup you can drink
I am worth more than an expensive meal
A steal compared to people who rip you to shreds behind your back
A anti depressant without taking a pill
A person who will care for you when you are ill
and yet I am judged like a book with a cover that doesn't stand out
You won't even pick me up off the shelf
My life has high mountain highs
and precipice lows
and still you won't ask how's my day been
Cause your caught up in your own life
We've got two ears to listen to one mouth
That's an equation worth remembering
As my tears go south down my face
As I get lost in life's rat race
and lose my heart
like so many have before
So please knock on my door
Give me a bell
We all exist in our fragile shells.
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