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Curtis Aug 2014
To regret nothing
Percieve opportunities
And few distractions
Hannah Beth Jul 2014
Another drink,
Another smoke.

One more story,
One more book.

A long day out,
A night awake.

Two more songs,
Four more games.

Daydreaming again,
Creating stories in her head.

Dreading the moment,
she's alone once again.

“I’m fighting my demons,”
She says.
“I’m pushing them away.”

He shakes his head.
“My dear, it seems to me,
That you are running away.”
V personal + experimental
although i suppose everything i write at this point is quite experimental
anyway, I dunno. Just a poem about running from your problems. Hope that at least some can relate.
Chloe Elizabeth Jul 2014
You sent me a text
at 3 a.m.
asking me if I was awake
and why I was awake
but you didn't really think it through

You said getting through the day
is easy
because you have distractions
but at night it gets too hard
to forget about all the reasons
you loved me
and remember all the reasons you left

But next time,
I won't be there to answer
your 3 a.m. text
because I'll be sleeping
and dreaming of you
and remembering all the reasons
why I need to move on

By Chloe Elizabeth
raingirlpoet Jun 2014
It seems like Distractions
Are all I've been breathing lately
I'm not alive anymore
I died the day I traded in Oxygen for Pain
Now, I'd give anything to have my old life back
When the only decision I had to make was deciding whether or not I should invite my cousin over to play with my new toys
When I could stand out in the rain and feel nothing else but euphoria
I'd love so much
To smile and not have my Smile act as a Facade
To take these Distractions, hold them in the palm of my hand and blow them away in the wind with a wish
I'd love so much
To have Oxygen fill my lungs with air
Then I'd exhale a sigh of relief because that would mean everything is right again
But things are not right
And so I'll go back to
Watching the World Cup, but not really pay attention
Planning for my trip next month
Reading the book that isn't so interesting
Conversing with my family though I'm
Not present
I'm drowning
in Distractions.
Nicole Jun 2014
It's so stupid:
I'll be sitting here and suddenly
A picture of you pops up and
It doesn't bother me.
Until I look into your face and
I remember back to a time when
Things were ok between us...
But now they aren't and
I don't know why.
I can't figure out why it's hurting this badly.
I've tried busy work,
Singing,
Screaming,
Drinking...
None of it helps but
I haven't broken down yet.
Maybe it's the pride
Or denial
That someone like you
Could do this to me.
You somehow brought light to my life
After a malicious storm of darkness,
When everything was falling
And you said you would catch me...
But now, when I need you the most-
Ironically, because of you-
You're nowhere to be found,
You won't be back around,
And then I hit the ground.
...
Kristen Heath May 2014
The ocean waves mislead me
The wind won't leave me be
Fire tends to lead me astray
But by your side, dear, I'll always stay
The night sky completely baffles me
The grass offers me to graze
Dirt coats upon me,
But your love washes it all away
Ram
I feel like ramming my crowded thoughts
Into a red brick wall
But somehow I feel that would only cause more pain
And wouldn't help at all.
Akemi Apr 2014
Bile grips the gasps of every self-centered ****
They spill the tar out of their hearts onto ****** pavement
Lifeless limbs descend hollowed rooms, to linger over dust
The passing passions left to die in fake laughs
4:20am, April 24th 2014

I feel so lifeless, purposeless, passionless.
I'm disgusted at myself for seeking solace in distractions, rather than passions.
How can anyone feel good chasing such pointless things? Are people really this shallow? Avoiding work, avoiding the majority of their life to be entertained at home? Avoiding conscious thought, repeating without reflecting, lingering in selfishness, ignorance?

I've barely been able to write poetry. I don't care for university anymore. I feel like I've only been talking to friends to put on a face, because it's what they expect. I just don't see the point in anything.
If I don't get out of this space, I don't know what will happen, but I'd rather die than live a shallow, miserable life.

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