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I remember the day I saw you again
I wanted to pretended
Pretend you still cared
That deep in your heart im still there
But I wasn’t ever on your mind
So please dont waste my time
duang fu Sep 2019
they say; as they force grandma to walk away.
and I down the aisle of wilted flowers
as far gone as my dreams, awaiting
a happy man who will dry tears -
only crocodile, the yellow has
nestled far too deep in my skin
for anyone to understand, but the
eyes show and they know - i am
too far gone beyond the sea wall.
in any case i dress in my shell
every morning in the bedroom
i share with my siblings, and they
quite like how it looks.

every day has a new sunrise,
father never says sorry but we go on anyway.
i crack open a durian and bleed in the kitchen,
it stains my fingernails so i have to carry it
around with me. not sure how much it weighs
and my mother cannot measure it on a
supermarket scale. i flip through papers
to broaden my horizons and yet when
the small child next to the bus window
tells me that he can see everything, i think so too.
written august 6 2019, 6.53am
influenced by the style of ally chua's poem 'nothing in this house works anymore'
FreeMind Sep 2019
My thighs and wrists were painted red
but the paint would not stop dripping
So I drank medicine for my head
but it still would not stop spinning
That's when I made myself a choker necklace
but it was way too loose around my neck.

Some little girls should not be left alone...


-FreeMind
September 6
#91
And perhaps it's because you're gone

that I'm made of stronger stuff

than I was before.
You left, and I grew stronger. I don't need you anymore.
blackbiird Sep 2019

where r u
where did u go
you left me...


when you said
you weren't going
to be like the rest...
u turned out
to be the...

same.

The Vault Sep 2019
I am exhausted.
Mentally and physically
Sore to the bone
And wanting sleep.
No work for me today
No care for my grades
I just want sleep
To make this exhaustion go away.
Julie Grenness Sep 2019
This is an Autumn year,
How does it feel, my dear?
Autumn wakes up crisp and fresh,
But soon chills creep upon her breath,'
Autumn is a grey old dame,
Clouds and rain here again,
Autumn looks back on youthful summer,
Golden glow all gone, total ******!
Get ya giggles, aging is not for wussies. Feedback welcome.
Eliza Sep 2019
beware of those monsters
that lurk in the bottom of your head
if you give them more attention
it won’t be long until you’re dead
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