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Abbyss Apr 2019
When did we lose our happiness?
Where did we all just drift apart?
How did our family turn to nothingness?
We used to play and laugh and dance
But now those times have turned to ash
And ash has turned to tears and fights
In this vortex it's only black
I can no longer see a light
I can no longer sleep at night
Andrew Rueter Mar 2019
Hockey is the only major sport not based around fighting that you can fight in
And not get ejected from the game
The referees just give each player five minute penalties
Some players will use this to their advantage
And try to pick fights with players more valuable than them
Creating an equalizing equation
Raising their value to the player they eliminated
And bringing that player down to their level
Caitlin Mar 2019
Everyday at three fifteen you appear in my thoughts.
Routine urges me to reach out to you.
But by three sixteen I remember why I won’t,  
you aren’t worth my time.
Letting go of some of the toxic things in my life.
nightdew Mar 2019
he wears bruises as skin
and scars as tattoos.

in what he calls home;
are echoes of blinding screams,
are loud screeches of pain,
are impulsive reactions.

he's uncertain what the term
"family" possesses
only believing it's pain.

what he couldn't learn
was that family could
be sweet and peaceful.

and so he wears bruises from
the fights he tried to break.
and scars as pride in the memory.
family issues are resolvable,
you can do it. ***
lovely Mar 2019
never would i have guessed
that you and i would stay friends,
much less be friends.
you have shaped me into the woman i am today.
you’re a lovely soul
with a beautiful smile
and a warm heart.
we always joke,
cry,
and pig out on junk food together.
you’re my best friend.

you brought her along.
her gorgeous laugh,
wholesome smile and beautiful face.
no one understand each other more than us.
we are the three musketeers.
we are best friends who have been through the beat of times and the worst of times.
it’s us against the world.
the world is ours for the taking.
only you guys don’t want it...

please put down your weapons
and dismantle your armory.
this isn’t worth the war.
please forgive each other.
it’s both of your faults
but also neither.
you’re better than this.
please be better than this
i’m stuck in the middle of friends fighting
Victor Esekwe Feb 2019
You want a cocktail?
I'll brew you a classic.
Crushed seeds of indignation- fermented.
Fresh fruits of strife, discord and distrust- juices squeezed.
A sprinkle of tasty gossip.
Don't forget the right amount of hate.
All mixed in the chalice of anger.
Serve with toppings of harsh words,
On a tray of insensitive action.
But if you so desire the revenge special,
That is best serv'd cold.
As humans we often have troubles, but most are a result of our actions.
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