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Nina McNally Feb 2019
Simple life is what we all want.
Understanding each other a little better---
People are messed up---
Each day something new happens in this world,
Real life is unbelievable sometimes.

Finding the good in people is hard
And each
Day it doesn't get
Easier!
We all need to show love and kindness. We're all human, it doesn't who we love, what our opinions are, or what we believe, we are all human at the end of the day!
Title by Fall Out Boy
McNally, 2019
Riane Feb 2019
Dying didn't hurt too bad.
But leaving him ,
Hurt the most
She didn't want to go .
So she begged death for more time
But her clock had stopped.
And her soul was fading.
But she wouldn't leave,
She couldn't leave.
So death offered her a deal,
A deal that let her,
Live, a dead life .
A deal she accepted too fast.
And deals made with death
Are binding forever,
If only she knew.
I might continue this story. Let me know what you think of it. Open to any notes or suggestions.
newpoetica Feb 2019
getting number day by day,
i don't know what i can say,
please mom, stay...
don't fade away,

i need you.
things just seem to be getting worse and i want to cry everyday, but i guess i'll just wade through these dark waters.
Today I decided you would be:
just a memory.
Not a dream I will see, whenever I look forward.
Not a regret that haunts me, when I look back,
Simply a memory;
not a weight to be shouldered.
I have picked up the pieces; I'm overall intact.
carry on luggage: one I'll, soon, unpack.
Letting go of an unesssary situaion
sushii Feb 2019
You made a promise to them--
You wouldn't hurt your little girl.

You made a promise to them--
You would never make your little girl cry.

You squeezed her heart with your strong grip,
And told her it would be okay,
As you watched all the blood
Slowly drip away.

You made a promise to them
As her eyes faded away,
Dying with the sunset
And the rest of the day.

You made a promise to them,
Caramelized with lies,
As the thin line of her mouth
Filled with bile.
Max Jan 2019
People fade,

Mostly because they're just waste
And full of envy and hate.
Just a quickie poem.
gabrielle Jan 2019
the field full of
beautiful grass

cold wind and
cold stones

a lot full of glooom
the lot, full of tombs

sudden revelation
of you are gone

after all weary fights
and my fault insight

i haven't said sorry
and you were gone fully

in the warm heavens and clouds,
my soul is within you.
"you were mine"

wait for me, i'll be with you again, someday.
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2019
I am used to this behavior
Can handle it most of the time
Blame it on your addiction
Excuse each careless crime

Consumed by selfish desires
Try our hardest to succeed
We don't seem to be capable
Of being what the other one needs

Don't want to spend my life
Chasing after half-hearted attention
Had enough of secretive ways
Living in continuous suspension

Empty days filled with lies
Make me question everything
The sky knows you better than I do
How real is your flimsy suffering?

Feel this is all a game
It is wrong to play my heart
You are apart from me the majority of the time
The one emotionless from the start

You swear I am the one
Argue the point you love me more
There are times you treat me like
Just another dope *****

Know you care for me deeply
Can feel it when we kiss
I know from experience you'll find
Someone to provide temporary bliss

Wish my face consumed your thoughts
Wish I was what you longed for the most
The one thing that will always come first
Ahead of me; your next dose

You assure I am all you want and more
Why do you talk to other girls?
Is it because you sell them ****?
Or are they prettier with hair that curls?

Each time I feel used and neglected
Blame it on your habit
Tumbling down a dark endless hole
Following a cursed white rabbit

What if it isn't the drugs
Causing your interest to fade out?
I need to accept your priorities
I will never be what you care more about
I am always making excused for everyone I care about
JR Rhine Jan 2019
My grandfather peels an
X-chromosome off his liquor bottle
skips it across the pool of my mother’s genes
until it reaches me
yellow cigarette stained walls
green ashtray carpet on his tongue
blue back room full of old guitars
black mechanic oil stained hands
sandpaper voice
watching Jaws 4
homeless woman on couch
feeds dog black coffee
brown belly dragging across tongue
Thanksgiving dinners
my brother plays “Purple Haze”
out of a reluctant amplifier
the old folks applaud
the colors are beginning to
fade
he
battling cancer his way
watching Jaws 4
dog now dead
homeless woman now
no longer homeless
back skin where left ear
used to be
old guitars pawned for
drugs
Purple Haze fades to
black as colors do
and they say
it skips a generation
and now when shades
of pink appear white
my tongue grows thick
smoke burns my nostrils
and
I can only think of
how terrible of a film
Jaws 4 is.
For Tommy Robinson. Rest easy grandpa, hope you got that ear back.
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