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Pauline Morris May 2016
With all this stress I'm starting to crack
You'll find me here like a turtle on my back
I can't get up, even though I try
But like that turtle I'll just stay here and die
Pauline Morris May 2016
With all this stress I'm starting to crack
You'll find me here like a turtle on my back
I can't get up, even though I try
But like that turtle I'll just stay here and die My Back

With all this stress I'm starting to crack
You'll find me here like a turtle on my back
I can't get up, even though I try
But like that turtle I'll just stay here and die
Mollie Grant Apr 2016
I want to know
what it feels like
for reconciliation
to wash over
my fault lines.
Take my cracks
and paint them
with gold.
Let me glimmer,
                   gleam,
                           and glow
redemption.
Illuminate my mistakes
and let my skeleton
frame out a museum
of triumph
Beau Scorgie Apr 2016
I glanced at you -
an expression of calmness.
You hold your alcohol well.
You hold yourself better.
Art holds me together,
but it's all a waste.
Paint left to crack,
sxx, expended energy,
words that will fade,
alcohol pxssxd away.
It's all a fxckxng waste.
A taste of escape short-lived.
Some hands were made for rings,
others to wave goodbye.
Love is art of a devilish kind.
Survival of the fittest became
a game of Russian roulette
in the players hands.
And we play forgetting that the bureaucrats
are masters of counting cards.
The barrels will fire either way.
Sobriety will not save you
and wine will deceive you.
It's best to leave them for the masters
and play your hand anyway.
My heart is made of broken glass, held together by just a crack.
Echoes Of A Mind Mar 2016
Don't make a crack
In my fake smile
I'm doing my best
To keep it on
All of the time...
Have to keep the mask on...
AMcQ Feb 2016
A crack on the ceiling.
A line; far from deep.
Its cross-section layered,
Its existence discrete.
Unassuming and simple
in a room bright and plush.
Its existence is futile,
for its fate is the brush.
A restoration of beauty;
appeasing the strain.
Layering and patching
again and again.
As long as the eye
knows not that its weakened,
The flaw will endure,
now perpetual and deepened.
Its a crack on the surface
a line; far from deep.
Take heed of its presence;
but mend whats beneath.
DaSH the Hopeful Feb 2016
I'd ask you if it looks real but you're nowhere to be found
     I call your phone
           It rings
   But that's the only ******* sound
       I wonder the man I'd be if you had chose to stick around
             As I'm smoking on these rocks and not the ones thats off the ground
                 The ones that cut deep and not just bare feet
     The kind the police always be searching for with the hounds
        I don't sleep or eat I feel cold in heat
        I can't ******* think unless I'm surrounded by a cloud
      But I start to crack, I'm not safe but claim I've got it on lock
             I was taught how to smoke by the boys up the block
            See they were there in your place and I forgot your face and its to the point the only thing I love is my squad
          I'm done talking to God
          And my dealer won't pick up
          So I keep up the facade my smile is not a mirage and my desert of cracked lips actually budge and the muscles push up and it isn't that hard
          And I'm talking just to myself
          Watching as I grin
          Trying to make a fake into perfection
Justin Koellner Jan 2016
You give me power

The illustrious fine powder you are.

You gave me the strength of

a 100 rampaging lions.

Your power fills my lungs...exhale...

My lips and gums tingle on the verge of sweet success--evanescent.



I can’t stop.

It takes more.

I follow your train of crumbs in a line

like a baby following a line of cheerios.

Not knowing where it leads,

But I sense limbo, and oblivion.

For now,

The strength of 50 rampaging lions.

Train ride over--evanescent.



Your syringe of life and death keeps me here.

Not knowing when it will be deadly,

But one last try.

Your power coursing through my veins.

Giving me the strength of a lion.

You consume me with exuberance and lust

Like a little boy seeing **** for the first time.

Too late,

I am dead.

My life--evanescent.
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