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The Judge May 2016
This world is broken,
shattered into a million pieces.
The future of our species,
does your god release.

We are left alone on this world,
left out like insects to die.
"Everything is fine."
Why would you lie?

Am I the only one who can see
that we are past saving?
It is chaos and destruction,
that our species is craving.

The world is broken,
but we can make something new from the pieces.
And if we do that,
our success of survival increases.
Julie Apr 2016
I found myself
Falling in love with the darkness,
Instead of slowly loving,
The prosperity of light.
It's my birthday!! :)
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
Kick me over like a stone again
Stand in judgment of all my sin
Never knowing where I have been

Flip my pages, then tear them out
Never pausing for a single doubt
Defended to my roaring shouts

Take your aim and shoot me down
Make me spiral to the cold hard ground
Souls dying gasp the only sound

Standing over me, take your prize
My bleeding heart in quick demise
Not even once did you agonize

Not once were you concerned
About the leasons I had learned
Thrown in the fire to watch me burn

Your actions were more than brash
Got me feeling lower than Johnny Cash
As under you gaze I turn to ash
Arielle Dawn Mar 2016
I can feel it
I can taste the taste of poison
Lingering in my mouth
My lungs filled up to the brim
And with every breath I let out

Black thorns entwine my heart
Leaving barely any space for it to beat
I dream of being taken by my sorrows
Dark winds swaying me off my feet
And numbing the pain eternally
I fantasize of being saved by death
Sweet nothingness taking me over
I wish to no longer be
This world is no place for me
Hales Mar 2016
You were the ocean...
beautiful and mysterious
Absorbing the light.
You engulfed me,
in your salty waves..
Pulling me into your depths,
your beauty has became my mystery,
your mystery has bathed me in fright..
You take my breath away,
filling my lungs with your salty waters.
I'm choking on the salinity,
of the waters I once adored..
Seemingly the key to my demise
Leaving the luster of your mystery to be washed away
Your waves crashing down on me
engulfing me in fear,
whispering you threats into my ears
You claimed your waters will protect me
I never knew they'd have to protect me*
From you.
For beatrice,
You used to leave me breathless..
Now you are.
-Lemony Snickett
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Somewhere beneath the ****
Of what they tried to make you become
They try to make you wear the face of despair
To where you no longer care
They try to make you despise
But I see past the disguise
I've heard your cries
I know above this you can rise
They can not keep you down
Even as they still try to bury you in the ground
You'll see there is still hope to be found
They will not be your demise
I know where your gloden heart lies
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Poor little fly
Fighting just to survive
No one saw it's demise but me
As he struggled not to freeze
First he flew in little hops
But to soon that stops
Then he walked in endless circles in the Sun's rays
But soon that too gave way
Now he lays frozen stiff
I wonder if me seeing made a diff
That this little flys last moments on earth
Didn't go unnoticed, and to a little poem had given birth

This poor little flys fight
Is a lot like my own sad sight
Wonder if anyone sees my slow decent
How this life is leaving me bent
Wonder if when I finally freeze and die
Will anyone notice and wonder why
Or see how I fought to survive
Just like that little fly
Maple Mathers Feb 2016

Far away
I’ll go to hide
The proof may be rampant
But the evidence, lies

I’ll leave no hint
Say no goodbyes
To search for my body
Would not be wise

The grotesque state
I may be in
Would do no justice
For your skin

I’ll disappear
In reference to
This ****** up state
Comprised by you

So only you
Will realize this
Is a demise
You will not miss

And when I’m gone
You’ll grow to know
I went unnoticed
Head to toe.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)


"IF THE PAPER WASN’T LIMITED I WOULD HAVE WRITTEN YOU UNTIL MY HANDS BLED."
- M. C. B.
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