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jenna Jun 2018
so maybe this isn’t a second chance
but what if it’s our last?
so dance with me this time
instead of your bottle of ***** at 3 am every night
and make love to the one you’re in love with
not just for validation
but for comfort in your relations
love the way you were put here
and let someone kiss your scars, dear
you’ll feel better after a good night’s rest
better than the the blade of a razor slicing across your chest
and your art can still be great
without killing what’s left of you in order to “create”
find someone who doesn’t want to domesticate you
and let them take your shades of blue
and turn them into purple hues
your mental state has never defined you
and you like to experiment, as if on cue
you text me at 11, and unable to get through to you
i leave you be
and then feel even worse the next morning when i wake up
too early to make up
lies
about everything you said last night
so instead i write
and i tell the truth
of course, i’ll never show any of this to you
but if you happen to find it
maybe you’ll be flattered to know
that you make beautiful art yourself,
but the art of observing you is something
only i have had the time to master
one at a time.
Misty Eyed May 2018
Take my hand,

Deep breathes and soft lips,
I never thought I’d find a love like this.
With every kiss and quiet moan,
I know I’ve found a love of my own.

Take my whole life too,

I know I’m damaged, this is true.
But you say “show me your scars, I’ll help you through.”
I gave you my heart, and you gave me yours too,
So together we stand, hand in hand.

For I can't help falling in love with you.

m.e.
Lana May 2018
Steer clear of malice;
To speak of arrows tipped in actuality and respond justly toward malignity.
Lest I fall under the gaze of malice becoming putrid within.

Heavenly Father above.
You paved the way to a damaged youth yet,
Almost commonplace to allow surrogate protectors,
Crawl inside my flesh only to be spat back out once again.

I realise I am not but the woman I thought myself to be;
Only an interchangeable piece in the mechanism.

A piece in the mechanism,
Intertwined between countless souls on the way of my path.

By Lana
Rose May 2018
so look at me
tell me i know nothing
tell me the world has been kind
but before you do
before you judge me so harshly
show me your heart
and i’ll show mine
it’s covered in bruises and rips,
rust and grime,
hurt and shame.
dents and dings,
then look at me and say i’m beautiful
tell me i’m as golden as a ray
look me in the eye and tell me i’m not damaged
I can only wish the person this is for could hear these words and understand how damaged I am, and with that knowledge: take care in what they say.
Autumn Lewis May 2018
Never have I felt true hate until you did the unforgivable
I was easy so you saw me as biddable
You were right
There was no need to fight
I tried to leave you with all my might
But I couldn't , then you hurt in ways that I can't describe
You would discard my feelings and try to make sly gibes
You thought as though I had no ears to listen
Your words were like as though I had eaten ricin
The new emotion of hate gave me a jolt of frisson
I can never be repaired you made me this way and you know it
You made me so damaged I took it out on myself , so my skin I slit
I would sneak out to meet you and walk through my house in manner quit flit
I can never take back those cold , regrettable , and horrendous nights
But maybe one day I can recover and make a wrong a right
I can't be really anymore personal in this poem about my past
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
An illusion of happiness


If no love is faithful, then love does not truly exist.
If we are not of one consciousness, then we are simply nothing.
If we are heading in opposite directions,
Then we are no longer together;
So can I make a simple suggestion?


You go your own way and I will stand still.
Go climb your mountain tops, as I sit at the bottom of the hill.
You can reach for the moon; I will dig myself a grave.
You can go on without me, because you and I are not the same.


My idea of love is a castle, now in ruins.
Your perfect palace still shines,
So what are we doing?
You are so full of hope, whilst I am only ever helpless,
So I think it is for the best that we split up;
So we break up
And I will just leave love to the rest.


You can continue searching when I am gone,
Because I know you have already begun to look for love.
You must travel your own journey,
Because to me love is not real
And it is no fun.
It is an illusion of happiness,
So take it all with you,
Because;
With love;
I am done.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Pseudonym Apr 2018
Lost in thought
perhaps a bit overwrought
eyes devoided of life

A foreigner in such a foreign world
what was then known and accounted for
now remains unfamiliar and gone
courtesy of a cruel world
the she once called home
will you love me when I'm dead
when all the words are put to bed
when all the painful thoughts are shed
and you can live in bliss

will you love me when I'm dead
when shadows let you sleep instead
when ghosts no longer make you dread
my malignant goodnight kiss

will you love me when I'm dead
when I cannot feed your hungry head
when all your thoughts will be spoon fed
I'll await your soul in the abyss
there are times when I feel that my poetry is not always wanted and my thoughts of the other side bring darkness to this side for those I love - and that may well be true
Autumn Lewis Apr 2018
She breathes in carbonated air
Only to feel something , anything
As it stings lingering in her lungs
How much more can she bare?

The tears that stream down her starched skin are for the facade
She cares for no one but herself
Her shell slowly cracks to reveal a hollow interior
She will never admit she is damaged and flawed

Will she ever be freed from the superficial and cruel body?
She hurts others so she won't harm herself
She knows that she is atrocious
Does she still neeed my approval? She wants to be gaudy
This is for you
You know who you are
Lucio Apr 2018
I'm a man with a gift for poetry
But this isn’t how it always used to be;
Sure growing up I dabbled here and there
But once my heart was broke it progressed, how is that fair:

Senses are enhanced from A Loss, like hearing from lack of sight
You shouldn’t have to lose to gain, that just doesn’t seem right;
But it’s true I, would testify
And yet I’d rather have my old self back, so much so that I cry:

I’ve sat in a cemetery and envied the Dead
Till the wee hours of the morning, a new day is something I would dread;
But I kept on trudging, just like a good soldier should
With everyone saying just be happy, awesome, and smile, then you’ll be good:

How can others say this like it’s so simple, like turning on a light switch
And like a lamp that flickers, I still have light, but with the glitch;
I still laugh, smile, and care it's true
There are just days I can't help from being blue:

But with you the day's aren't as gray
I wish I always felt this way;
A man with a perma-grin
And those small precious moments are what I call a win:

I'm trying so hard to find the lost me
Going solo it's difficult, I'm a one man search party;
Sadly, I'm the only one who knows his true identity
Who I am, was, and who you want me to be:
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