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Maggie White Sep 2014
Life is fragile.
If you lie enough
In the end you'll see.
I am at the edge
Of where you dragged me.

Push even harder.
That is the key
To just how fragile
This
               can
                          be
                                  .
Waleed Khalidi Sep 2014
The edge of the mattress
seats my brittle, crouched over body
Or maybe a corpse
rotted by the swirling troubles
that dizzy such a potential mind
into a useless blend of mess and worry
And the heart, left so empty
after the pathetically desperate offers it chanced for love
for a core to this depleting vessel
But now left more bare than the farthest of trenches
or the frigidly dry desert winds
More stale in my sleep than the powerless sands
whisked by its ruthless wrath
The slumbering visions
so personally horrifying
The void that infects my soul, so closely as exhausting
as when they end with my eyes' opening
Mikkel Mathiesen Sep 2014
Is the edge of the cliff
the time of your death?
Or the realities sudden wiff
of: "this is not your final breath".

Are the falling skies
tumbling over your head?
Or your happy moments in disguise,
from the tragic ending in red.

The conception of lives subtractions and additions
is the everlasting question to find lives prohobitions
AmberLynne Jul 2014
Why am I so scared of this?
I can't explain this rumble jumble
     of feelings tornado-ing
     around inside me right now.
I want it, I like this chance, I do.
But ****, am I terrified too.
And the apprehension itself
     scares me.
I'm standing at the edge,
     cautiously peeking over,
     as my toes creep ever closer
          until they've passed the ledge
     dangling in that scary oblivion
heart racing, breaths tumbling
     as they chase each other
     out of my chest.
I have to jump, make this leap
     or I'll never be sure.
I can't be too scared to try,
     too fearful of the fall,
     to risk the chance to fly.
4.3.14
aar505n Jul 2014
The descent beckons,
as I stood on the edge
making a pledge to the eternal night
by singing of chaos.
Igniting a desire to fall,
so I listened to the call.
Didn't try to prevent it.
I gave my consent to the torment
and ventured down the dark descent,
plummeting into the abyss,
searching for bliss.
Knowing the dangers but not caring.
And I remembered them saying,
that the descent into Hell is easy.
And they were right.
For there was no fight,
only a downwards flight.
And as I fell,
I was glad that the descent did beckoned.
Interrupt as you will. Comments/criticism welcomed.
i Jun 2014
you have my
favorite smile,
with a hint
of amusement
and mystery,
a smile that
shines bright
and sends me
over the edge,
a smile that
i can look at
until the end
of time.
So I guess this emotional catharsis is what marks this as a moment of significance

I guess you’ve tripped a bit

I’m hoping it’s just a little slip

I don’t want to catch you but I will if you won’t catch that bottom lip

call it weakness but I can’t stand to see you fail to float

So keep building mental castles with your blood sweat and tear filled moats

Call it false hope and I won’t argue

Call it a waste of time though and we’ll have a problem

Because I believed that there was salvation behind one of your doors

I just believed that it was simple as opening another hundred more

so if it’s blind insults and fights that you want I can’t provide

I’m done with your lack luster idea of a good time

I can’t sit around and watch you waste away inside a bottle of cheap wine

So I’ll convince myself that it would be best if I wasn’t in the picture

because I just can’t let go of my idea of charging at my future fist first

Making it big settling down with a couple kids

But every time I try and talk about it you say

C’mon have a couple drinks

Well I’ll pass because it doesn’t do it for me

I stay awake at night more often than I used too

Because I know if I sleep I’ll dream of that same farm house,

with those same grey shutter shades,

That same old back porch,

not sure if that man in my dreams is me or who I wish I was

either why I’m gonna strive for it, just because

I don’t need an excuse or a reason,

because following your dreams is nothing to take season for season,

it’s a goal and a lifestyle that I plan to improve on

I hope it’s okay with you that it’s been a while since I moved on

So your version of success is owning your on futon

Well I’m not playing it down any longer

Pick your life up before you bury it

I’m done watching this happen again,

so when you fall I’ll watch and pray that my baby bird can have faith in her wings,

and not the branch she was standing on
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