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Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Seeing the good in people
was her virtue
and her downfall.
Rachel Glen Jun 2019
you tore my soul wide open,
pale blue eyes held wide,
and you peered inside.

you were the catalyst to my downfall,
with everything laid bare.
em May 2019
when you love someone
the falling feels like flying

but at the end of the day falling is falling
and the cold hard ground is always there
ouchie
imai Jan 2019
still, I remember her wrapped in sheets
white, will not, could not mistake it
her hands beckoned me to come forward
she seemed proud of her nightly conquest
she wanted me to look
peel my eyelids open
no, she wanted me to stare
down on what she has ensnared
there in her bed,
laid a man revolting,
he did not seem
like a man, rather a demon disguised,
sheets though white could not hide

still, I recall her
smiling triumphantly
looking down proudly on her catch
of all the prey she has caught
this one will be her downfall
Firejewel123 Jan 2019
You have created a throne,
made of paper and glass,
of lies and diluted facts.
So sturdy on the outside,
but still so fragile on the inside.

Your crown,
was it made of glass too?
Or is that merely,
a trick of the eyes?

You rule over a world,
that prays for your downfall,
undermining your work,
and sneering down at your lows.
Waiting for the moment,
that your paper throne falls.

When will they decide,
to stop waiting?
When will they decide,
to come for the head,
that the glass crown rests on?

What will you do?
You are nothing,
but a boy king,
a child majesty.

They will come for your blood,
for your throne,
for your crown.

But do not worry.

You will not have to wait for long.

After all,
papaer is only so strong,
and glass so sturdy.
Here concludes my first poem! :0 Hope you like it!
Sage Jan 2019
I want to play a little game
Don't need you talking about your fame
I'll put your heart inside a frame
I'll put you in my hall of fame
You burned down a building with people inside
Do not try to run there is nowhere to hide
You killed nine people all under twenty one
The things that you did can never be undone
Burn half of your body to see how it hurt
I wonder if your husband knows you're a flirt
All you have to do is take that gasoline
And cover yourself from your toes to your waist
Then light a match
I think you know what to do
No need to cry yourself to sleep
I really hope you continue to weep
Harrison Leland Dec 2018
Meditation is sniffing lines until the pain goes away.
Meditation is hiding in my room until the sun goes away.
Meditation is found in the countless women I've let inside, but never to stay.
Meditation is the ice cold razor that clears the fog that accumulates in the day.
Meditation is when the heart tries to find the words to say,
but my mind finds ways of distracting it and keep it at bay.
I find the strength to meditate everyday, it's good for you, or so they say.
But everyday I feel weaker, how long before I'm no longer stuck in the gray?
This came to me when I realized that I harm myself in different ways, and treated it as normal, even at times came to enjoy it. A daily meditation.
Eric daw Nov 2018
i know i'm human but what am i on the inside
i'm a boy who has lied
a boy who has been through pain
a boy who used to think there was nothing in life to gain
a boy who who has problem
a boy who has fallen in a hole an lay at the bottom
feeling hopeless
an all he can focus
on is what people think asking himself
"what am i doing""is this good enough"
wishing he was dead
but instead
he cuts an sees red
"one day it will all be over"
I am a boy i am awake my nightmares are gone
this is bout a boy who dreams he is alone hurting on the inside wishing he was dead thinking about what people think of him then he wakes up his night mares r gone but theres still all of everything in his dream its in his heaad following him everywhere school home out on the town everywhere this boy is....ME
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