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Nylee Oct 2017
Life is a beautiful-
mess, Nothing makes
much sense, The beauty
we get used to,has an ugly
truth hidden, It destroys our
mind peace, slowly turning us
so very cold, there is no more
lively enjoyment left, and it
makes me sad, & it is sad
to see life so dead , alive
that it makes the death
like an escape from
life's surrender,
half dead life.
Molly Jenkins Oct 2015
and often nights? i -
i’ll have no trouble
it’s the screens that
do me in.

the fallen angel
the lithesome, spent glow
of do-overs
it just
does me in.

i am too possessed
by mercurial vapor
a dead self
at 2 and 3 and 4am
egging on, asking
“keep looking? it’s
somewhere in the archives.
it has to be.”

i promised, i promised
i wouldn’t, i promised
or I’d spend months
years, decades of life
living in the guesswork
the in-betweens
lying in the pathways
between the thought
and the reflex.

i could scroll a whole
lifetime away
in wanting.
it’s the screens that
do me in.
Matthew Harlovic Jun 2015
My half-life reflects
my active light, I’m as bright
as my afterlife.

© Matthew Harlovic
Peter Tanner Jan 2015
We live so that we may love.
This love makes life worth living
So what happens when we aren't with the one we love?
What happens is that we lose that life
We become a shadow of what we once were.
Doesn't it make sense to try to strip away this shadow?
To return to the light of our life
ridding us of that terrible shadow
Life is for love
Love is **life
If somebody misses somebody that you love, just remember that you aren't alone most people are missing somebody from their life.

— The End —