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I'm literally not following my own advice.
I told her not to worry about someone who lives 1,400 miles away,
yet I still find myself missing your golden blonde hair
and the way you would make fun of me,
of any of us.
I used to live for your fluffy white dog,
who even attacked me a couple times.
I don't even known why I stuck around
for your sarcastic *******.
maybe it was the thought of you loving me
cliché right?
I know.
but I still love you.
Holly Dec 2018
The taste of your bourbon sweet lips
in the backseat of my car
on a gravel road
that I haven't visited since high school...
If only we were driving a '91 Civic,
I would swear that I was 17 again.
Jayden Nov 2018
Now, let’s take it back to the start
Rewind back to that part
When you started feeling a bit less smart.
When you started seeing things fall apart.

It starts as a tired thought
after a battle fought
For some kind of restitution
Against their reprehension
In saying “death’s an intervention
To an epidemic that is the creation
Of you"
You, muffled of all loud passion

They graciously etched off your pride with a quarter
And so you fought, and they thought you cheeky
They sagaciously set aflame your hair with a lighter
And so you forfeit, and they thought you easy

It’s too easy, it being you,
To hate, to hit, to abuse
K to the Y to the S to the please
They plead you to seize
A moment to hate to hit to abuse yourself
Please, please, cry a “farewell”
To this world, to your mother, to their satisfaction
Who cares, you're just some teen, dumb and ******
You thought a bang would get you a reaction
But you’re way too easy
Dany The Girl Nov 2018
I had a dream of a dead friend once.
Words cannot describe how it made me feel.
He's been dead since May 2017,
but I feel him alive everywhere around me.
I see him,
In Garrett's curly hair.
I see him,
In the fiery red locks that Bridget has.
I see him,
In the blue eyes of my best friend.
I see him in the freckles on Julayne's face.
A long time ago,
I would have said that I hated him.
Maybe a part of me still does.
But a part of me also wishes that I could have said my peace
before the inevitable death came to be.
Part one of 2 parts.
Sarah Nov 2018
We wait on the steps of the landing.
Looking up and down. As he checks his
lapels in the mirror. They pop up. Mom
fixes Baby-face-David’s jacket. His muscles
don’t fit. They pop up as he looks up and down.
The mirror isn’t full length but it’ll do.

The dogs sit and watch Baby-face-David on the steps
of the landing. Looking up and down.
They pop up as he walks to the door.
No ride today but a scratch’ll do.
Baby-face David looks in the mirror and gets in the
cab of the small truck. He doesn’t fit.
Sketcher Oct 2018
You want to love, and you want to die,
You think you are above all the lies,
You can perceive with the greatest of eyes,
You know your path and you can't deny,
That your end is nearing, it's close by,
Today you will end it all, so you cry,
You put on a white suit and black tie,
You want to feel something one last time,
You take out a knife and cut deep in your thigh,
******, but ready to go off to school,
Leaving the knife, bringing a gun as your tool,
The scenery changed, and the weather is cool,
The colors all blend and the sounds interlude,
Your vision is blurry and gray like your mood,
You quickly notice that the barrel protrudes,
You hide it better before you are pursued,
By one of those stupid law keeping dudes,
That would destroy your destiny, how rude,
Entering school as an intelligent senior,
Always showing a quiet, somber demeanor,
Looking oddly fancy today, a lot cleaner,
Eyeing down some guys that look a whole lot meaner,
Waiting thirty minutes till' she arrives, you're eager,
To carry out your plan, you are today's grim reaper,
Sitting anxious at a table, a nervous creeper,
Ready to attack janitors or the grounds keeper,
Chattering and a message over the loud speaker,
All sounds blend together, the whispers and the shouts,
Waiting for what seems like ages, you have your doubts,
You think she might just not come to school and you pout,
While other kids show off their Gucci, Supreme clout,
See her walk in and your sweating, but sturdy and stout,
Your stomach is the famine, your mouth is the drought,
You walk up to her to show her what your about,
Thoughts can't be contemplated, and words can't be spout,
So, you press against her lips as you blow your brains out.
Drew Oct 2018
Today I realized how much I didn’t matter to anyone at my school.
I walked across that stage and was made a fool
No this was not the end, only the beginning.
But I could feel the paint of my mind start thinning.
We show off our achievement like we are better than one another
As I drift away and my mind starts to hover.
I walked across that stage for some kind of academic excellence
But instead of a celebration, I felt the silence.
Student upon student walked across that stage
Each one of them with following laughs, cheers, love and rage.
But as I walked across there was nothing but silence and pain
I can’t wait till I leave this place
Because if I died today none of them would have known my name.
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