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loser Feb 2018
I'm finally starting to realize
What they really mean -- those glassy eyes.
Besides batshit Monday highs

It hurts to come up with a time frame
How long I've been playing this game

Wading through that alphabet soup
Trying to fashion words out of neural impulses

Anything that leaves my lips makes little sense
So I'd given up one day
Now I build neon signs to flash over the freeway

But I guess most of us are blind
And I'll die on this bridge
Without my pilfered mind
i don't know how to end this *blep*
(is this the first time i capitalized???)
Tiana Marie Jan 2018
At first, I wasn’t interested.
It wasn’t a love at first sight kind of deal.
The moment he started talking, however,
I felt something real.

Hard to believe, I know–
Especially in a world of desire and lust.
What is real and what is fake?
Will someday these feelings turn to dust?

He asked me for my number.
Despite my better judgment, I said yes.
I was too caught up in my feelings.
I couldn’t make my heart beat rest.

Full of butterflies my stomach was
As we said our last goodbye.
Butterflies don’t always tell the truth, though.
Unfortunately, sometimes they lie.

To listen to your heart or head–
That is the ultimate test!
For sometimes you’re right and sometimes you’re wrong,
it‘s hard to tell what’s best.

Do I take it one step at a time
Hoping his feelings haven’t changed?
I never texted him back that day.
What if he’s hurt from the words never exchanged?

Then there’s another problem
Oh, yes, the other boy.
The one who won’t move on,
Claiming I’m his only joy.

If I were to find someone else
Would I destroy his entire life?
If I choose to not hurt him and stay alone
Then would my own be full of strife?

Too many questions and too many answers
Makes me fear my heart is wrong
Listen to your head, I beg.
It’s hard, for my heart is strong.

Give it up, for it’s what’s best.
We both know It’s true.
My heart and my head now both agree.
It’s what I have to do.

I have made up my mind.
The boy has got to go.
Anyhow, we’ve only had one chat.
I need to tell him no.

There he goes now smiling at me.
I wish he would stop.
“Hi,” He says…
Well, here we go. I’m back up to the top.
Anomaly Dec 2017
She might feel worth...less than
The tree next to her
But she knows she has a worth
And probably a purpose too
But the one there provides shade
One with branches for birds
But she is neither
Is she just another tree
In the forest
She just wants it to end
Maybe her purpose is to be a paper
To her sometimes it sounds better than to be living
So they cut her down
And slowly all the other trees too
And now its not a forest but just a park with a few trees.
Please stop cutting trees or buying fake trees, the latter being worse for the enviroment.
AllAtOnce Nov 2017
i need to rip myself open to pour you out
i can hear you in my head and you’re so **** loud

because you’re an undeniable part of a very breakable me
but this just wasn’t how it was supposed to be

so if you don’t want me, you can’t have me at all
the stockings are tight and the wine glasses tall

and i’ll rip out the seams so it all falls apart
breaking away from you and saving my heart

because good god, i don’t want to feel this way anymore
it’s foggy minds and teary eyes and bathroom floors

if you don’t want me, you can’t have me at all
so i’m sorry but
i have to take you down and watch you fall
tayarose Nov 2017
I'm tired of everything around me
And everyone beside of me
There all fake, They all will flea
When the storm comes they'll be gone

They use me like a store,they come and go but they never stay
It's like i'm dispensable, Ball me up and throw me away
It's like I'm their own ******* Lay-Away

I'm sorry if this upsets you
Actually I'm not, I mean to offend you
I hope this hurts as much you hurt me cause I'm tired
I'm simply tired with not just you with but everyone's *******

My friends are fake in more then one way
But I don't do a **** thing about it but complain
I believe it's come this, To this conclusion that I'd rather be alone

May sound harsh but it's the truth cause everything I do slowly turns back on me, Specially when it comes to him
I'm simply tired of being confused about him and his feelings
Takes a toll on you, It really does

Every night I try to sleep away the pain but it does not dissolve
Instead the tiredness of keeping it block let's it slip in to my dreams
Which turn into nightmares an those nightmares remind me of what was done to me
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
A flower,
She whispers to wind
?Sings to the sun, dances to the drizzling rain.?
A flower she breathes
?Nowhere but her sprout.
Lexi Oct 2017
My dam is full and its about to break, it reached capacity this morning. Slowly for the past 3 months it's been filling up with emotions I never shared, my thoughts I never spoke and my actions in which I'm not sure if I should or shouldn't have done. Scared and helpless on what to do now; What is there to be done? No one to get supplies and help fix it. Do I even want to fix it? Why fix anything when theres no one that will need saving. The man who helped build this dam is working for a new girl now. As the **** breaks ill be standing on top, drinking liquor while painting pictures on my arm in red with a silver pencil.
Swirling
Spiraling
Circling
Down the drain

Weeping
Crying
Disappearing
Tears in rain

Swaying
Swinging
Creaking
End of rope

Gasping
Coughing
Clawing
Strangled choke

Fading
Fazing
Dispersing
Cellophane ghost

Silence
Dead air
Hush
Deaf as a post

Hands up
White flag
Relinquish
Signal surrender

Body
Mind
Soul
Legal tender
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