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My mistake was to believe:
To believe in human kindness or reason,
or that truth is in some way potent.
The idea that humanity could make sense,
of what the past will portent.
To dream that borders would not be
barriers to better ways.
Carson Hurley Mar 2017
I have been plagued with a black page for three days now.
I visited the doctors this morning and he prescribed a walk along the beach front, and failing that told me to draw a glass of bourbon, smoke a straight and search for an inner demon that I can expel onto the page.

I couldn't muster the energy for any of his prescriptions, so I swam in the bath, using a beer bottle as a snorkel, drowning myself in apathy.

My page is still blank.....
Mila Berlioz Feb 2017
Querido, sin ti todo se mira oscuro,
nada tiene sentido.
Oh, amado mío, cuanto te extraño.

Al andar por las calles, pareciera que los postes de luz
no existieras, todo lo veo oscuro, sin color, sin matiz.

¿Qué será de mí? ¿Qué haré yo sin ti?

Debo afrontar la realidad:
Tú ya no estás, estoy más sola que nunca.

Oh bien amado, deja tu orgullo, y ven a mí.
Te amo, haz que todo tenga sentido de nuevo.
GAAM
Kevin Lee Feb 2017
Sitting there picking at the psychological scabs. Disappointments face mirrors my own stuck in a personal hell in which a cold carress and the slow tempo heart beat pull me apart.
Tanya Dec 2016
I keep my voice
Deep inside
So I'm suddenly
Scared
When it reflects
from the walls
As if there is
Somebody else
Who can apply to me
But I'm
a self-proclaimed
Mermaid
I'd rather sell my voice
Than waste it.
Depression and anxiety
     is a complete
               and utter
                       contradiction.

                                                      You're body
                                                 says '**** it.'
                                       while your mind
                                         says 'what if?'
Sir you see, somehow my insides,
They will never be enough for me.
thehiddenwriter Sep 2016
You just sit all alone
Somewhere, where its still dark in the day,
Sheer silence and
Your screaming demons
Which now have become your best friends.

Darkness is now what you seek
Hoping somewhere,
it'll fill your creeks,
But daily as you sit and
not break those self created walls,
Life goes by
while you just fall and fall
Sibyl Jul 2016
I.
Grandiose, grandiose
The moon shines bright
Poison drips upon her thoughts
A thousand paper cranes to fold
Fingers, trembling in distraught
“to keep or to unfold?” she thinks
But the issue ends in naught

II.
And as the light basks our very existence
I can only materialize
Nothing but a figure,
lithe,
of dreams
eccentric taste,
maturity.
beside me
beside me
Petty situations like these, I must hold dear,
I know
No
I know

III.
The waves, they crash onto the shore
There is nothing less, and nothing more.
Is the sky still blue?
Broken Molecules Jul 2016
Help
Needed and available
…If I search
Loved ones
In darkness
Placed by me
Expected to be…
…Decent
The outside
Different
Inside… blackness
Expectations pile high
But my shower
Saw my  face
Once
Knowledge of the next word?.
Not surprised
Choking on
“the tip of your tongue”
Don’t have a place
In your mind,
Roommates?
Forgiveness
Although
Counted how many times
MY lips touched
Your pipe
Having deep conversations
Your sweet friend
Christina
And
My old friend
Death
Didn’t know
Preoccupied?.
True
Got your own ****
Handle
Cause I’m not
Losing order
Losing my way
Falling deeper
Into the rabbit holes
Breaking where
I’m broken
Broken Molecules
Nothing more
Than these words and tears
So who am I now?.
A pathetic week
This isn't the explanation for my name. "Broken Molecules" has a different but similar meaning.
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