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s Willow Dec 2018
E., our relationship,
was built with a foundation of cheating.
Started that night.
Little less then two years ago.
I cheated on my girlfriend,
with you.

Now,
The Gods are getting their revenge
Revenge for how I made her feel.

Now you don’t even care about how you made me feel.

***** you E.
Why do we see the act of falling
Like it is such a burdensome thing
It can only get worse from here
As we fall back to our beginning
That when we fall, we fail
We are no longer soaring up
Though, falling is inevitable
There is also something to love
A shooting star that falls
Is a beautiful sight and rarity
A falling star where we lay our hopes
Behind closed eyes, in wishes and dreams
Elizabeth Dec 2018
Why am I never enough?
Why am I always the one bleeding?
Why is loving me so tough?
Why am I always left pleading?

I am a soul worth looking into too,
I don’t have a lot of visible scars,
I can’t show you what I’ve been through,
But I did fought many wars.

You left,
Desperate cries for help,
Were silenced by anger,
Nothing else was felt,
My wrist was my anchor.

I’ve lost again,
I know,
My efforts were in vain,
Just let me bathe in my sorrow.
Poetic T Dec 2018
Only a weak man would intrude
                    on virtues of another.
For a strong man knows that within him
                 is the virtues of a woman's birth.  

And with out them, he would be nothing.
            Those that intrude on the innocence,  
         have a weakness not of man
but of value and are neither of morality or humanity.

But the sinking ventures of humanities folly.
                For all of creations bindings are
                                but a creation of before.

And even those that are  pure some are always
                              damaged to the point of sorrow.
Never guise all under one brush,  
   because each is a different stroke.

And some are just not meant to be allowed
                                                   to paint a canvass.
          let alone a memory upon another's ever
                                                changing innocence.
Audrey Oct 2018
I hate myself I wanna die
I hate myself I wanna cry
I find my friends to feel okay
cause I don't wanna be this way

the pressure you give is way to much
and I just want to chill no rush

see if I die won't need to live
my families life can finally begin

they’ll work on the second daughter, she
And shape her into what they need her to be
And once she soars with her success
They’ll claim our broken family is blessed

I told you what I loved to do, and you just didn't care
so why the **** would I share my life and speak to you and bear
out all my feelings on the floor so you can look and stare
and scream the words " I'm disappointed in you" and make it sound real rare.

P.S. I hate science and I'm probably going to fail biology
BlueInkDitty Oct 2018
All full of lies,
The graveyard is dark,
Echoes and cries,
Of words turning to black.

Heavy from a past,
No one deserved and no one knew,
Under the stones will last,
The tears, the laugh, the voice of you.

I loved you in ways so innocent,
And I believed that you were strong,
But when your heartbeat came silent,
I heard the failed notes in your song.

All full of pain,
The graveyard's weary,
Under the rain,
The thought of you becomes blurry.

Heavy, exhausted,
Of a heart that's bound no more,
The freezing stones have grown tired,
Of carrying such open doors.

I loved you in ways you'll never feel,
And I believed that you were sweet,
But you will not know of that chill,
That you have crushed under you feet.

You've found your way out of it all,
One you can't understand nor see,
You crawled away, I built a wall,
So you never come back to me.

You can get a grip on my arm,
You can pretend I know nothing,
But all you do to me is harm,
Because you're not even listening.

And on my lips, the words are hot,
Cause your smiles won't help them to fade,
Where do they go, those never shot,
Those I've kept from your masquerade ?

And the graveyard is heavy,
And the stones are moving slowly,
The name of you they will bury,
Along with all you tried to be.
Michael Oct 2018
We fight with all we have,
We lose the things that we never had.
Life is one submission after another,
We aim for one, but achieve the other.
We are all here standing,
Ready to take our number,
Completely unaware the we are all going under.
The will to fight is nothing but illusion,
The want to continue is born of confusion.
We all stand strong,
Yet in the end we fold.
We all talk a big talk,
But only our words are bold.
We can give up now,
And be forever content.
Or we can continue,
And be further broken and bent.
Are we broken, or are we beaten? Or are we really never the champion to begin with?
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