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anon Sep 2017
non

in french it means "no"

as a prefix
it negates everything after it

i live in a constant state
of feeling
"non"

my life is lead by non-interesting adventures
to non-exciting places
that make me feel more
non

in comparison to everyone
and even only to myself
i am
non-pretty

i smile my
non-white
smile

and nod my
non-even
head

i hang out
alone
with my
non-friends
who pretend
just like me
that we are not just
non

i am the prefix
non

name a nice adjective
and add a non

that is me

non-kind
non-nice
non-happy
non-beautiful
non-social
non-talk­ative
non-humble
non-talented
non-human
non-EVERYTHING

I AM TIRED OF BEING NON

I WANT TO BE SOMETHING

I WANT TO BE
PRETTY
AND NICE
AND KIND
AND TALKATIVE
AND SOCIABLE
AND GRATEFUL
AND HELPFUL
AND HAPPY

BUT ALL I AM

IS

non
Alienpoet Sep 2017
Desperation for your touch
your kiss
I can never truly deserve this
in midnight moonlit bliss
we collide together in bedroom hysteria.

In fever pitched heat
tangled legs and arms in devotion
you sing like songstresses wailing
causing a commotion
love is song sung better with two
but longing is my heart for you...
I have been reading   Pablo Neruda 's twenty love poems and song of despair.
Mister J Aug 2017
Loneliness defines me
Solitude is my insanity
And in the deepest abyss
I find my place, my refuge

My youth has been lost
My heart chiseled and carved
Its pieces scattered in the winds
Hear me plead, don’t let me die

In this deep withered heart
The soul of a child lies
Yearning to break free
Be released into Paradise

Locked in a cold depression
Save me from this facade
Hiding behind a mask of contentment
Whereas I greedily yearn for atonement

Break my chains
Save my sanity
Give me Love
Bring me to Reality

Free my aching soul
Free my tired heart
Give me new strength
Don’t let me fall apart.

Hear my plea
Take me away
Hold me forever
In my arms, stay
Mack Aug 2017
I stand alone in a crowded room,
My state of mind open for anyone to assume.
I’m quiet and cold with rain soaked skin,
The music rings loud and the lights are dim.
I’m wading quietly through screaming water.
The flood left the others like lambs awaiting slaughter.
Oblivious- they don’t care.
Swimming through the flood is a perilous dare.
Outside these walls, the lonely scream from the rooftops,
Their voices go unheard- drowning in the endless pour of raindrops.
The roof is leaking now...the room suggests another dance.
Meanwhile, the desperate call out for one final chance.
They are as alone as I am here.
We fill the room to our necks with hopeless tears.
Megan Cruz Aug 2017
there are days when I feel
as if I am a lonely interlude

squeezed between
the verses of your life

a mere intermission
lacking depth and tone

drawing out perfection
into a careless medley

i struggle to be heard
over the nymphs and sirens

who gloriously sing
the sweet melody of your name

but the harder I try
the deeper my voice cracks

twisting lyrics into
desperate cries for attention
Nic Evennett Aug 2017
when there is nothing left
when leaves scatter freely through my limbs
when the ground rolls back and forth
and bobs me out and out further
to a sky that frees and cripples
only then do I discover an inner underworld
I never thought possible
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