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Lauren Leal Sep 2017
Some come my time to write
Do I just run or take flight?
I think of all I did wrong
Why couldn't we just get along?
We fed like vultures to prey
Wearing a new mask each day
With that same sad smile
That anyone can see within a mile
Riding high on that good ****
To ***** out what I need
Because I just wanted to help you
But just help you is all you would do
For 9 months no not 10
I don't think I could ever do that again
Saint Audrey Sep 2017
You don't focus on yourself enough
...
You got problems man
Deal with them
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I can see plenty
I've got a good view from down here
Trust me on this, I can see the cliffs

The waves are empty
Who else could find me way down there?
And if I fell who would care?

This world is empty
This world is nothing if not scared
Of losing those with nothing left

My feet are swinging
In time with the beat above thin air
Just to remind myself, just how little I care

Imagination is a tool but not for long
Eventually the weak become the strong
And we pick it back up as the weapon it
Becomes
Something more that what we said we want

The dreams become real as we march ahead
Time to justify when their dead again

They had to go...

The night is empty
But the music's all around my head
It's a good ways down, but **** it, I'm not scared

My feet are swinging
In time with the beat above thin air
Just to remind myself, just how little I care
mjad Sep 2017
I wish my tongue was not a dagger
I wish my brain was not a sword
If only I could keep my tongue and mind from clashing
If only they would say the same words
mjad Sep 2017
there is only ever small talk
the silence kills me
the conversation is dead
i miss how it was before
story after story
never a bore
it changes as the seasons go
soon it will be melting along with the snow
Lauren Leal Sep 2017
God be mad that I'm disappointed
That it was you I appointed
To receive all of my guidance
Like that last dance
Anger in each step made
In the fantasy of other men to be laid
In one ear and right out the other
Chances? Really, another?
We'll see what you really are in time
If you are reborn or stuck in grime
That you secretly created
To help you seem so sated
But I know I am real
But there was a gap in the deal
Alienpoet Aug 2017
Surrounded by opportunities
Which have been given
Laid at my feet but I need to be forgiven
Because I burn them as offerings
To my self for filling prophecy of pain
insane, I wonder whether I will receive them again
the world draws out the worst in me
If I am surrounded by arseholes cursing me
then won't I can't just give in.

Or is my life just a sin?
A tall tale of talent for sale
I move like a snail
when I should hunt like a bear
I stare at advertisers glare
at posters the only person who can change my life is me
I alone hold the key
But in the mirror the reflection I see
Is taunting the shy retiring me
and he keep my status quo
By keep taking the punches low
If I was boxer I be rocky
On the ropes
An eloquent man but also a joke...
Richard Jul 2017
We used to be so close,
you were always my star,
light in the dark life.
You were the whole world to me.

I have always been here for you,
there was not even a second,
not even a moment
when I wouldn't help you.

I was the wall,
The support of our house,
house of the love,
The place supposed to help you.

You have never been at home,
that was the problem.
I have seen it,
I just couldn't believe it.

And the fear that you will not get home,
it has always been desolating me.
Yes, I've been thinking what if.
What if you are not going to come back home.

All of it,
I knew that we are standing here,
On the tiny line where stay and leave cross.
True is that I just couldn't believe it.

And now when it has happened,
When you crossed the line,
I stand alone in a love,
Looking at you running away.

The place full of joy,
My heart, the Eden used to be,
now is just a desolated desert
when you are not here.

I know that the place where you are going to be,
there must be a better ground,
and even if not,
you're going to make it flourish.

And the place where you have left me,
the place has changed after you have left,
the air is toxic and water is boiling.
The place has killed me.

Now I'm standing here,
the living body and the dead person in.
The place has killed my feelings.
The place has left nothing in.

Thank you,
you killed me,
now I'm not living,
just my body is surviving.
This is a story of the sad life. What can love do to you.
Anabel Jul 2017
kneel down at the church and hope to God he's listening
****** mary was always crying, always looking up past the ceiling, the choir always singing about cleaning your heart because jesus wanted a clear glasshouse
what's that? is it the beat of my stained heart or the gasps between tears in my room?
my loss of faith only came when a new feeling knocked on my door: love
but it wasn't the "normal" love that i had been hearing in preachings –forget that, it wasn't jesus loving me or some boy trying to get my attention, it was a girl– which was so taboo in my house and school that i didn't even know that was possible.
three words came out of research: homophobic, homosexual, lesbian
I looked past the ceiling when I realised caught feelings for this girl and when she asked me out I prayed to God, the one we were taught about in preachings, that this would be worth it, that this would last long, that this would be supported love–but forget it, he wasn't listening
I tried calling him, i confessed, i mentally and physically tried to clear my glasshouse. I went to church, i got prophecies told by the local preachers, i sang and quoted the bible, where was he? where was he when i needed him when my parents told me to stop loving her? where was he when my depression came around and decided to ruin everything? did he let me down on purpose for not following his rules? and when i found out that other religions existed, was he punishing me for sinning? Questioning his existence under the catholic faith turned him into a deception
And what was the point of that? Teaching me how to be a better human being by punishing me and shaming what i thought was okay? Love is supposed to be okay, love is supposed to be supported and supportive, love is supposed to protect and be protected –and all i get is being thrown out to the curb because i found love? Because it wasn't the "right" kind of love?
jesus, i hope to god you're not listening anymore
lost ideals prompt
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