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Tamara Walker Jul 2018
I searched for madness
But instead found insanity
And images floating towards my popcorn ceiling
Lukewarm soap bubbles
Reflecting my ******* face  
Elaborate on the details of a story
Too many stories
Few told accurately
Some forgotten for years behind the couches
Excavated and place in museums
This is apart of a much larger and longer poem called Plenty Words.
Sayer Feb 2018
how do I say sorry to someone who is dead
how do I get right in the head
how do I nail the final nail in the bed
how do I learn to respect those about to be wed

how do i raise my pup
how do i stop throwing up
how do i not spill from the cup
how do i grow up

how do i begin again
how do i forget about my end
how do i turn around the bend
how to i  burn the money I lend

how do I forget about you
how do I know what I am supposed to do
how do I blend in with the blue
how do i something something mary sue

how do i forget what's real
how do i remember your deal
how with the dead do i seal
how did i forget your meal

how do i remember the warmth and the tears
how do i get rid of my fears
how do i not cut myself on the shears
how do i consult your seers

how can I get you to fall in love
how is it you can fly like a dove
how is an angel sent from above
how have you cursed me with pain thereof

how was i supposed to feel this way
how was i supposed to know i would waste away each day
how do I know this is the right bed to lay
how do i know what i am supposed to say
My name after a soothsayer except not
insomniatrical Jan 2018
In less than a month,
I will be 17.
You said you were sorry because you didn't remember
what day exactly my birthday was,
But come on,
I forgot my own birthday once.
Acina Joy Apr 2018
I guess we’re a bit distant now
And somehow, it weirds me out
We’re not so usually far apart
But now you’re filling me with doubt

I find the red string that binds us
slowly fades into a shade
Because we don’t seem to find a path
to make the both of us stay

And I guess I’m lonely now
maybe too hard to be found
I’m a plane flying to nowhere,
searching for solid ground
I’m a missing puzzle piece,
crying underneath the couch
I can see you piece others,
but you can’t seem to find me out.

I’m lonely underneath the sky,
wandering with no goal in mind
imagining laughter in the air
hoping I haven’t left you behind.

I hope of many things that I know
I didn’t want to happen or do
But I’m crying because I know now
I will never be this close to you.

And I guess I’m lonely now
maybe too hard to be found
I’m a plane flying to nowhere,
searching for solid ground
I’m a missing puzzle piece,
crying underneath the couch
I can see you piece others,
but you can’t seem to find me out.
I feel like I've been forgotten, when the person you love the most just refuses to ever acknowledge you at times you need them.
Blois Nov 2017
Hear us out, we are the losers.
We didn't want it all but just
a little more,  
from the mirrors without wrinkles,
from the afternoon 'till death,
from the doors without locks,
from the catdog people in the street,
and from ourselves, at least

from these shadows without bodies,
from these houses without ghosts,
from these minds without forgetfulness,
from these mountains without a fall,
from this silence without voices,
and from you who told us that we were wrong.

And that people is still out there,
and that people is distracted,
and that people is also living,
and that people is melting like snow,
and that people is building promises,
and that people is burning in the sun,
and that people...

Hear us out. We are those who got
the short end of the stick but still
go through the motions of living,
dancing away the life to death.

What's the matter, are you afraid?
Help yourself from my words,
take a deep breath and
deduce from the above
if you are one of us.
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