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Anya Sep 2018
I do think someone who adamantly denies themselves would
Possibly write a poem judging others for reading
Their poem
But wouldn’t that be denying others
Not them?
K Wolff Sep 2018
Abysmal eyes
The telling disguise
Of an unrefined
Disarray of feelings.

Here you despair
For the bond we once shared
It remains -
In disrepair.

oOo

Your voiceless cut -
Like knife through butter;
Sharp, deliberate, clean.
Tears welled in eyes
Mouth a firm line
(I still don't know what you mean)

You are stubborn and strong
(No, you're never wrong!)
And you lack the sense to see.
I never wanted to fear,
Yet we are here -
I ask now, how could this be?

oOo

You speak to me silence
A voiceless, needless violence
Silence!
- It solves nil

All hate -
This way will never dissipate.
Fouls years of love,
...do what you will
Had an argument with mum. Inspired me to write this.
shiv Aug 2018
because she would beg on her knees to a god she doesn't believe in,
because the sky could cave in and her world would go with it.
Anya Jul 2018
Lives inside
      A monster
Picking at
      everything new
Pointing out
       everything wrong
With your life
With them
With you
I hadn’t thought of you in years.

To be honest, I put you away in the box of memories of people I simply longer cared for, put the hurt into the deepest part of my soul and laughed the anger away while my best friend and I made plans for matching bathing suits and making lemonades for another summer barbecue we could fondly look back on. It was 3 am and the guy you told me I wasn’t allowed to be friends with, was laughing with me outside of a Taco Bell I knew you hated going to. We were talking about the letter your ex wrote him and I suddenly remember how much you hated your ex.
But *******, if you two weren’t meant for each other.
I mean, you are basically the same person, same narcissistic, view, same letters where you blamed others when you should have seen what was in front you.  It was through laughing, I realized, I don’t miss, I never missed you to begin with. The day you told me I was a bad friend, a bad person, a person who moved mountains for you and was crushed under the weight, I realized, you gave me the freedom was looking for. I was heart broken at first, but then I realized friendships aren’t made from how many years you have known someone, they are made from meeting someone and feeling like you knew them a lifetime. Friendships are unconditional love and respect, something I hadn’t felt the first time you insulted me. I guess what I’m trying to say is, enjoy my Instagram, it’s public and I know you still talk **** about me cause that's just the kind of bitter lemon you are, the kind people leave behind at the Farmer’s Market.
Tatiana May 2018
I don't like roses.

Their meaning weighs on me too heavily.
The red screams of a passion
that is one-sided,
for I don't believe I can return
such emotions.

I don't like roses.

Maybe I'm just with the wrong person?
And that's why I feel no passion.
I struggle so much to get romantically involved
and it makes me feel broken.
They always give me those **** flowers.

I don't like roses.

I don't know what love is.
Though I know what it's like to care.
These flowers are too focused on the idea of love;
a cliche, cookie-cutter, romantic option,
that seems safe, yet it puts me in a depressive fit.

I don't like roses.

But, I really wish I did.
I really wish I did.
© Tatiana
I struggle greatly with romance and getting close to people. As a result, many of the things that are staples of "romance" make me feel uncomfortable. I just don't want to feel like I'm broken and I wish it was easier for me to just enjoy these romantic things. But, I don't like them. and I don't like roses.
Moeshfiekah Mar 2018
That dredwire tonuge soaked in black hard tar spoke only the piece of the puzzle which was converted into lies.

He who walks the red sea in dreams drowns slowly in puddles . The making of his own blood. Satisfactory in the future for non is built on your words. Let me show you how it's done.
I hope you get what wrote. Uhm it's basically how the story fits into your life. But then again every story is seen in many ways
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