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James Jul 2017
I fell that, I am slipping into a imaginary world. A world that will not let me believe it's reality. A world full of hope and dreams that comes true but for me that world does not exist. I only see reality at it's hardest. The way it breaks people or even destroys them. Some can bare the weight but others can't and get smashed by it.
Stay in Imaginary land were it's safe
Janae Jul 2017
i feel like a balloon
you may see me go up
and up and up
but little do you know

i'll have the harshest fall
Vee Apr 2017
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Breathless, unable to grasp humanity.
Drowning in others mistakes.
Losing grip on my sanity,
Caused by these profanities.

Exclaimed by others in power.
Standing over me in their towers,
Just to shower themselves with greed
As I’m left to bleed and weep in pain
All for their gain.

Its all just a ******* game…
My life, my heart all up for grabs.
All for a life in a lab?

Might as well just stab me.
I will endure less suffering.
Than living in a cage,
With a stamp of my age
And a page on the labels placed upon me,
By those who think they own me.

Breathless, unable to grasp what happened to humanity…
As I lose the rest of my sanity…
-AVII
Anthony Smith Jun 2017
War and hate are the human ways,
...The purest of us, the gentle and kind,
Without them we wouldn't know how to fill our days.
...Cannot avoid having hate on their mind.
.
There will come a day, like all species before,
...Alike as well as those species by default,
When the human race will be no more.
...Our end too shall come at the humans' fault.
.
We wish and hope that our ways will change,
...But the reality tells us there is no way,
That we can find ways of living that aren't so strange.
...Death and destruction is just how we play.
Ana S Apr 2017
My body is numb.
I sit in this empty classroom.
Alone.
I sit here feeling bad for myself.
What's the point of making friends if your just going to die someday.
Leave them all behind to sit in your absents.
Leave them behind to question why the sky wizard chose you.
Leave them behind to feel sorry for themselves.
Sorry they didn't do more.
The only question is why didn't they care when I was here.
Why didn't they care when I was alive?
Why is it when a person dies all the sudden they are noticed.
People appriciate you after your dead.
Like a ghost I plan on being a faint memory after I'm gone.
Nothing but a rainstorm.
There and then gone.
Passing to revel the sun.
I'm tired.
So tired.
Everything hurts and my body doesn't like it.
I'm miserable and I'm like a plague.
I infect the people around me and cast a dark shadow over then as well.
Everyone I meet feels "bad" for me.
They don't really though.
Nobody cares until your gone.
That's the harsh reality.
Once your gone everyone cares.
Nobody cares until you've stopped breathing and your body is 6 ft under.
cait Mar 2017
to test the waters
where they are fast and cold
or lucid and warm
tips of toes dipping in.

to sample flavors
where they are harsh and bitter
or creamy and sweet
tips of tongues dipping in.
Blossom Jan 2017
On the last day we spoke, you compared me to a 1000 piece puzzle.

One of those puzzles in which half is made up of a pretty blue sky, with big poofy clouds.

The other half is a plain field of grass.

You also compared me to a colorful rubix cube, the sparkly ones to be exact.

My unique and confusing disarray of color patterns make me approachable.

You said all this is the perspective
that while I'm interesting at first glance, no one wants to stick around long enough to solve me.

I never would of thought that a loss of a poets friendship would be harshest of all.

I guess I should have known.
Sienna Luna Jan 2017
A bullet

so small and strong

struck right where

my lungs met.

Embedded itself

this insult of occult

fake tidings riding on

elitist ****** attitudes.

A bullet

or was it an insult?

Either way, I am plummeting

towards humiliation street

with my tail between my legs.

A bullet

was that woman's sharp words

cutting through my skin

like a paper cut gone berserk.



She was a joplin spider

stuck in a ditch

and I should have

smashed her spindly

weak legged body

under my heavy black boots

creating an ugly stain

that looks like gunpowder

or left over oil

spilled over

with the utmost disrespect.
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