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John Niederbuhl Sep 2017
Once the lightest snowfall comes
That clings to roofs and lawns
Like the silk slip clung to your hips,
The summer is over, completely gone.
We remember what never happened,
And because the years go in a circle,
We think our lives do,
When what they really do is unwind
Like a twisted thread,
Frequently changing direction.
Thought we yearn for it all winter,
It is a new summer that comes--
Not the old one.
We think when the summer returns
Things will be what they were,
But once its gone, its gone forever.
Juansen Dizon Sep 2017
I live my life staring at the clock.
I always think that I don’t have much
time to be the person whom I want to be.

I’ve become a man of time and anxiety.
I can’t relax when I know that each second
is the youngest that I’ll ever be as it fades into nothing.
Taylor Ganger Sep 2017
The flowers were beautiful
I know this because I have been told so
They do not look very different to me
Different from the grass they grow between
Not the soil they sprout in
Not the small world thriving beneath
Nor the sky and trees sourrounding
Everything seems the same to me
And if these worldly beauties are compared
It would not do justice to the infinite degree
In which everything is beautiful.
David Smith Sep 2017
She woke upon the plain, all distant and alone
Nostalgia stirred the air, an acrid smell like hope
Lofty goals and grand ambition,
To them a dullards joke

A shift to foot, and all is healed
As happy as could be
All wishes granted, all needs fulfilled
For all eternity

Wistful thoughts are stopped at source
Still before mind’s eye a question brought,
Is it heavens crèche or hell itself
Upon our kin we’ve wrought?
Gautam vasisth Sep 2017
someone is listening.
someone is listening All the time someone is watching your back . Hardships are fun .
boredom is death.
Death is a pause ,and you need a full stop to stop altogether.  
There is no full stop in a circle but a circle of course is a loci after all of a dot. A full stop. Nucleus is you .
You the periphery .
Death will not ease your thing but will delay and embitter the future.
To the one that is you .
sadgirl Sep 2017
i am scared of the night
because i'm afraid
i'll become it
sadgirl Sep 2017
the art of being female
is loving yourself
instead of a man

the art of being graceful
is touching air
and turning it to gold

the art of being depressed
is dying a hundred times
and still being alive

the art of being human
is emptying the world
of its pleasures and never apologizing
Xan Abyss Sep 2017
disappointing morning,
i woke up to find that i survived another night
some would call me foolish
to feel betrayed by my own waking eyes
but i could sense what was coming next, the flames of death that burn inside me
with every breath and every step, i'm left to waste away in silence

but i'm not trying to bring you down
and i don't mean to complain
but sometimes i wish you could understand
our days together are not the same

nobody cares, nobody hears
when you're screaming in the dark
when you're drowning in your tears
nobody's there
no one appears
you're just left alone in your empty home
to sail on through the years

though the weather may be great today
you and i are feeling different ways
though the sun may shine and the grass is green
on the inside all i can do is scream
and i'm well aware that you can't relate
you remind me with every word you say
and i know you only want to help
but I still just want to **** myself

and i'm not trying to bring you down
and i don't mean to complain
but sometimes i wish you could understand
our days together are not the same
our days together are not the same

nobody cares, nobody hears
when you're screaming in the dark
when you're drowning in your tears
nobody's there
no one appears
you're just left alone in your empty home
to sail on through the years

today is my last chance to join the 27 club
will i decide to make it,
or throw it all away for love?
Wrote this just now, in a state of profound depression triggered by waking up on the last and final day before my 28th birthday.
sadgirl Sep 2017
life makes you
want to feel
nothing

but death
makes others
feel too much
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