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anonymous999 Apr 2015
i've found it much easier to have nothing than to have half of something
even smooth rocks become sharp when you break them in half
that's why i felt so much better when you left
i would rather feel nothing than lay in a bed of broken glass
i wish someone would have told me to let go of the pieces that were cutting my hands
Too tired to do the tasks
Too worried to fall asleep
Dangling from a cliff
for the sake of my hopes and dreams.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Rockie Apr 2015
We've known each other since we were four
From that first 'hello'
Eleven years, really, that far?
Although we hardly speak now
You've gone your way
And I've gone mine
Oh, **** the school choices
I miss you, my best,
My oldest,
My dearest friend
Do you wish to talk?
Cameron Brookes Mar 2015
I know im not here.
Even when I am.
I know my mind is awash with fear.
So I wash my hands, until they bleed, to rid myself of all that feed
Upon my soul, my mind, my sanity.
I care not for the worlds vanity.
The towels stained red, with the blood of my palms.
As the sun breaks the misty horizon.
I yawn with dark eyes and dry, peeling skin.
Because I am Finally clean.
To welcome the dawn.
Mohammad Skati Mar 2015
Life consists of four seasons ...                                                                                     In Fall , it becomes windy ...                                                                                     In Winter , it gets cold ...                                                                                                 In Spring , it blossoms wonderfully,and                                                                     In Summer , it's ripe and pretty ...                                                                                       That's life around us ...
Swathi eruvaram Feb 2015
Coloured pebbles underneath
Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red
Just like the rainbow rhyme
Four cute little lives swimming above them
One in orange, plump just like the fruit
Another in orange, lean as a carrot
One in black, just like the night
And one in orange and white, just like the morning light
New to us and we new to them
Lying at a corner, swimming around their small world wrapped in a glass bowl
Grandma's gift for your upcoming birthday
A fish bowl
Mohammad Skati Jan 2015
Fall,Winter,Spring,and Summer are                                                                      Four seasons mean those four pages of a year ...                                                 In Fall , all leaves fall aground ,                                                                               In Winter , all trees are leafless ,                                                                              In Spring , all blossoms start a new life ,and                                                          In Summer , all fruits are ready for us ...                                                                Four pages are meant a new life ...                                                                      ___________________­__
Divided opinion,
Conflicting beliefs,
Destroying solidarity,
Heart against head,
Trust against paranoia,
Love against rational thought,
The two factions grow apart,
No longer able to function as one,
In bitter hatred,
They turn against sense,
Then within their own ranks,
Both sides host rebellions,
A second divide,
And now four sub-cultures,
Live within one body,
The heart,
Split between love and fear,
The head,
Split between order and chaos,
But in the end,
Their ideals are the same,
Having all experienced the horror of war,
And the glory of peace,
It would only take the briefest moment,
Of simple reason,
To unite this quaternity,
Into one.
Shannon Jeffery Jan 2015
Love. *Hate. Four Letters
Cake* has four letters as well
I love it. Do you?
Valora Brave Jan 2015
He laughs in pairs
And appeared without cares
Surrounded by mares
And the emptiness wears

She laughed in three's
Long gone before she leaves
In a pattern she weaves
Consistently, not to displease

Together, their laughs came in fours
Deriving somewhere deep within their cores
And slipping their hands inside doors
To leave when they wanted more

Alone she filled her universe with patterns
To clear through all the dark matter
Climbing to the highest rung of this latter
She learned to separate all the clatter
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