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Helene Marie Jan 30
it’s every man for themselves
in this world where
we are shown how
to tear each other apart
instead of love one another
treat yourselves and others with kindness
Plick,
Pluck,

the tiny little strings in my mind.

dancing to a different tune each and every day,
the world plays my songs.

eyes wandering around the room while I play with my thoughts,
like the child I never won't be.

cross-legged and slumped over as the heated droplets dribble down my spine,
and fall from my weary lips,
that which are worn from the words I never got used to saying,
singing the songs of my each and every day,

coalesce the thinkings that have somehow let me dance to where I sit today,
forlorn petals fall from my branches in beautiful pastels, cursed to live in the winding winds.

Aday to each and every day that I sing and prance within my tiny little heart,
washing my pains away.

ill-weighed upon my shoulders,
as yet i dance some more,
beneath the turbid downpours engulfed in shades of red.

i wish't to see the blue,
the green,
the steam, arising from my skin.

narrowly weeping within my little box of horrors i keep by my side,
in remembrance of each and every day i have and will yet shed a tear.

haunted lullabies revel on and on,
each and every day,

i crave the pieces of the peaces i'd once known.
to here,
today,

i shut my eyes,
and into the blackness bursts forth colors i've never seen,
and will never see again.
to see that which i've never seen.
silent shapes shaping away falling through my fields of vision,
and inform themselves to the visions I write today,
so here,

i simply continue,
to plick,
and pluck,
the tiny strings inside my mind,

each,
and every day.

~Robert van Lingen
Quiet Justin Jan 25
every day is fun

even though people are mean
and parents are bossy
and school is hard
and the weather is too weird
and my clothes are too uncomfortable
and my parents lie
and my brain is too slow
and I'm tired half the time
and I'm scared to talk to people
and every day, I feel the stress and anxiety filling the edges of my vision, and it is getting harder to breathe. And every day I'm getting closer to dying and sometimes I just want to end it all.

So... yeah. Every day is fun.

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FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.
FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.FUN.
FUN.FUN.
Umi Jan 21
Isn't making sense over so little irrational ?
Then again, with the constant change of life is there such a thing as being completely, or even partly rational to begin with ?
Perhaps not, all what is thought of it are social standards which in themselves differ from each culture in each country in a small world,
Those unlikely to advance are left in darkness all by themselves,
Rotting within the terror of their mind, shunned by interaction,
With the simple wish to be considered normal, to feel the way most of their many encounters of human beings do every single day,
As a result, they may further distance themselves and define each other as an inhuman, resented by life, losing the last light of hope,
Such is a cycle of despair, a downward spiral of lost emotions,
What does it take to enjoy just one more day, one more moment,
Before quitting it all the same, leaving without trace,
After all a demon like me has no place
In this beautiful world.

~ Umi
Andrew Jan 20
Some people say every life is priceless
And that abortion is ******
Then they tell me I’m worthless
And ask me to **** myself
What the ****?
Rizna M Rameez Dec 2018
I don't see how
People can be called
****
I find every face
Beautiful
When lit with a smile
01.12.2018
Johnny walker Dec 2018
Many tears will fall before Its over, many days will pass before my eyes many memories shall
be lived
Before the pain decreases
through my coming days
for your forever on my mind, but wouldn't have It
any other
way
It's those memories of you my darling that have carried me through each every day
all the loneliness and sadness It's your memories that have bought through this far
Memories that have carried me through this for all the loneliness and sadness I wouldn't have It any other
way
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2018
The sun is not
    for one day.
       The same sunrise
          is new every day!
Johnny walker Nov 2018
Helen was all I woke
In the morning for
she was my every
day
Helen was all I needed
to pass the day I loved
her In every
way
Now I miss her every
day, now miss her In
every way, and miss Helen
till my final
day
Missing Helen In every way, each every day
loved her In every way
hollow Nov 2018
i’m not all of me
there’s a piece of me
in everyone i’ve met
in every room i’ve lived in
in every city i’ve been
in every mistake i’ve made
in every breath i’ve taken

there is a piece of you
that’s always in me too
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