Jessica Feb 21

The point beyond exhaustion
The place where you no longer hunger for the comfort of sleep
You'd rather stay awake through another agonizing night
Letting your mind run wild with obscenity
You'd rather be conscious through the pain out of spite
This is the point beyond mental deformity
The place where isolation is more than meets the eye
You'd rather be here alone, with no one to distract you from your self destruction
This is where you keep the torn pieces of yourself from sight
You'd rather be quarantined from their pollution
This is the place where you come to write

Kelsey May Daly Dec 2016

We reached our peak so we’re off to sleep
The singing summer’s now humming a lullaby.
Tuck yourself in, while I search for a new sin
I’ve already caught your yelling yawn.
The autumns nye and I a dying leaf
Still green, but barely hanging from your tree.
I’ll wrap myself up, in a hat and gloves
But your cold will still nip at the spaces between.
There’s no shield from the shredding of love
So I’ll sweep with the wind to better things.

If a Zookeeper changes the CONDITIONS for an animal residing in a Zoo,
That animal will be confused or traumatized for awhile.
We, humans have changed the Conditions on Planet Earth
Through Global Warming.
No wonder that so many of us are Freaking Out,  becoming more Violent!

I know it's  what you expected from life.
It's not what you wanted
At all
You disregarded my advice......
My warnings.......
Because you thought that you're different
From me,
But the World hasn't progressed.
People haven't progressed.
If you can keep
Your head above water nowadays,
You're doin' pretty good.
Do you think that Money is Power?
You're foolin' yourself!
Money will keep you
From sleeping on the Streets
But it won't give you control
Over your Destiny
Might  seem to have a certain magic to it
But it easily
Becomes toxic.
In contrast,
Hate is ALREADY toxic.
So, it can only be broken down and processed
To become Insights and Wisdom.
Love can be terrifying
Intimate Relationships
Can give you more apprehension
Than reassurance.
You thought that you were smelling
And intoxicatingly sexy perfume,
In reality,
Your sense of smell was distorted.
You were really
Seduced by the Scent
Of Toxic Waste.

Lou Morgan Apr 2016

I try to put on a front that
I'm okay,
but what they don't know is that
the image of you with a gun in your mouth
has never left my mind.
It haunts me, making sleeping difficult
and waking impossible.
While the days go by, I appear to be
more and more okay,
when in reality your absence is making me
and weaker.

the Sandman Mar 2016

rewind; replay
    we're standing in a canopy of sunlight
    and laughing, constantly.
    our faces are tired of moving up
    but our eyes are used to crinkling;
    they fold, and shut, and open like buds
    with the spread and shrink of our grins, in
    and out, with our lungs.
Pauze. Zoom.
    Your nails are chipping now, but
    You're really a halfwit,
    So that doesn't deter you the least bit
    From scratch-scratch-scratching at their shook ends:
    They fall apart as we fall out.
    We're spinning, we're dizzyingly quick,
    Hurtling at the speed of 28,800 kilometres an hour; we're brisk
    At best. (Inconceivable at worst.)
    And I can feel, already, you slipping away.
    You're outside of my grasp; you're far out.
rewind; replay.
    We're ripping at the seams;
    Our faces are like bad make-up
    That doesn't move with our smiles;
    Our eyes stay impassive,
    Uninterested at best. Incensed at worst.
    The crinkles in their corners are crusted
    And new folds form on the frowns of our foreheads.
    We're smothering each other in pillow talk and blankets.
Flash-forward, play.
    We're bathed in rain, we're in a
    Canyon, in a chasm.
    We don't know salt from wound
    Or snake from bite. We
    Bring out the worst in our best selves.
    We're drowning in suitcases and bedding.
    We let it fill our lungs and we
    Don't look back.

Kerri Nov 2015

It's too late.
You're already in.
In my skin,
Crawling around,
Throwing in my face
The very truth
Of the deterioration
Of my existence without you.

mk Aug 2015

"i love you"
"i love you too"

"i love you"
"love you too"

"i love you"
"you too"

"i love you"

"i love you"

// according to newton's third law of motion: what goes up, must come down //
svdgrl Jul 2015

When the sweet not-so-serious,
is all that you have left
as the glue
holding you together.
It's doesn't take much pushing off
to fall completely apart.
It doesn't take much new,
to begin to be forgotten.
If not drool from a better treat,
wet tears from long retreat.

Anna Jan 2015

one step back
(we've devolved)

two steps forward
(we've devolved again)

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