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R Daniel May 2014
All we see is love.

In our eyes our own demise.

Drunk on old songs.

Stripping down our hearts.

Becoming one with all our scars.

Stay with me tonight.

Wasting our youth in the moonlight.
R Daniel May 2014
Tears taste bitter against your cold bed.
I miss the warmth of your chest, where I use to rest my head.                               Cornered and alone, this bed is all I have now.                                                                I moan.

So I lay here in a position so awkward to describe. My legs are crossed and my arms open wide. My hair in tangles and my eyes blood-red.

I gaze at the tattered walls and the dilapidated windows.
Is this the place we once called home?
Now this place feels like history, a place to see the ruins, Rome?        
Or a past life or a distant memory.

Whenever I trudge past these walls and lie flat on this bed, emotions that I once knew greet me and remind me not to forget.
So I sit up, arms wrapped around my knees, and my head bowed to my chest. I weep. I regret.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Time passes as I waste my tears, my breath, my luck.

Huh, I’m still alive. I'm still breathing.
Just a few more tears, then I'll chuck.
You will always be in our hearts
Aubree Brianne May 2014
Maybe I should really let go
I'm no good for you
And you're certainly no good for me
How can everything be perfect
And two seconds later be a disaster
My scars are forever repeating their past
Being torn open
Replayed
Sown back together
Just to be torn open again
I must say I'm not always to blame
But you make me feel that way
My eyes are strong
But my heart is weak
Not shedding a tear
But skipping beats because I'm scared
R Daniel May 2014
The fog is sweet. It envelopes my being, and it calms my nerves. Its obscurity awakens my senses. Always on my toes, I am alert. This mist, it refreshes my soul. Once more, I am young in search of danger. The fog, it draws me in. I cannot fight it and I won’t. It beckons my name, and it knows who I am. The shroud opens. I enter it, the fog. It swallows me whole. I will never return. For in this abyss, I feel alive. I crave life and life craves me.
R Daniel May 2014
I know it’s in me, this word called hate.
It creeps and crawls. It dwells within the
tip of my heart and it blackens my soul.

I can feel it.
Claws out, it tears at my thoughts and it slashes my dreams.
It needs to get out.
I weep in pain, in agony, and in fear of this word called hate.
It is a babe without a heartbeat.
It is a mother without children.
It is a friend with no one to call friend.
It is a lover in need of love.
It is the monster we call ourselves.

This hate is in me.

My trust broken.
My senses numb.
My life stolen before me.
My almost lover lost.

Hate.

Rage.

Fury.

This darkness is all I see. It has a form, whatever it maybe. It differs from each person. It is what we don’t want it to be.
gabby dial May 2014
coma sleeps and powder dreams
you have to pay to get things like these
the price is really cheap
so sell your soul and give all to me
I'll take you to places you have never been
you can open doors and find new things
heres the treasure, now follow me

truths you would never believe
and lies that push you on your knees
I'll make you beg and plead
so just give it up to me

there is a mirror
look close
you still think your beauty is only skin deep?
now take your skin off and see

remember you obey me
you gave me your soul so you wouldn't die lonely
listen close my dear
do you hear the whispers?
do you feel your very fears?
they creep up on you
they want to play

lets fade away
I am the cigarette smoke that fills your lungs
I am the cat that grabbed your tongue

death do we part dear
and if you wake up
you were dead from the start
mosquitoism Apr 2014
You're gone
for the world wasn't worthy enough to be any longer trodden by your feet.
You're gone
I grieve not
for I believe in another world less cruel and grim than this we shall meet.



@mosquitoism
r.i.p K.D.C and L.S
Andëril Apr 2014
first breath,
Eyes wide open
take some time,
Enjoy the moment,
when you aren't born
because it's safe
inside the utero,
inside the mother
of all children -

and come along,
we're not alone,
we are together

see to eye, stay awake,
put the past behind
your shoulders,

as you are,
as you ought to be,
to say the words you
need to mean them,

& wipe the powder
off your nose,
& bring some light
to the windowless
houses

grey is a color. That's fine,
but how come we're not envolved,
I like that you don't like my favorite colors
because mine is already taken.

and he lives in a car, with a record out there,
crying and refusing to live in such human state,
such is his condition,

and he remembers Andy Wood,
but he doesn't care anymore,
because his life is better
without him.

and those who stay
will never understand
why the dragon spread his wings
& took all of them to far away
from this frail stage.
(A poem about Kurt Cobain)
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