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Ackerrman Sep 2019
From the moment
You came to talk,
My hands perched upon my waist
And they refused to move,

The air became denser,
Stifled my breathing,
The universe narrowed.
Some moments swell in time.

Thoughts that lay on the ground
All jumped up at once,
Flew to the eye of the needle
And all tried at once to fit through.

Eyes flutter,
Looked to glitter
With the light dispersed,
Magic burst.

I can barely move.

My words are dumb!
They aren't clever,
Not chosen,
Words that constitute a conversation.

My chest,
Frozen in time.
I do my best
To untense.

The man of apathy!
Conscious of every second,
Every eye flicker,
My arms of cement.

I must blush!
She must know,
I try to hard to settle
And not show

That the flaking debris
Of my faded countenance
All rallies,
Pretends to be a person.

But it hasn't adopted
That mould in a long time.
The picture is fragmented
And it takes a lot to stay together...

Just so she won't see
The running colours
Inside of me.
I am sorry there isn't more.
Stupid crush
Hunter Sep 2019
The rope I’m hanging onto is breaking.
With every setback comes a cut,
A cut on the rope.

It snapped a while back.
I took the pieces and made a makeshift rope,
That snapped too.

I’m falling now,
I’m okay,
I’m okay.

Maybe tomorrow.
I might just hit the floor
I'm sorry
Daylight
A new beginning
An optimistic start
A warm embrace

Let yourself smile
Be thankful
For another day of life

Take it in strides
Be the warrior
You were meant to be
Fight till the very end

Once the daylight fades
Your energy weakens
Your desire fades
Exhaustion takes over
And you give in

Finally,
Time to close your eyes
Let the darkneds envelope you

Praying to see another day.
x Sep 2019
i am a hopeless romantic
with suicidal antics
that cant seem to love herself

she cant seem to nudge herself
out of depressive episodes
but she has expressive goals
to fall in love

to call on love
for several favors
and she has several wagers
that "this one will be 'the one'"
that what ever is done
can be undone
and that she will be okay
because one day love will fix it all

she is a pathetic romantic
with an optimistic aesthetic
and a manic
personality
Sam Wickstrom Sep 2019
The madness was relief in time
sadness and over-eat my lies
shut and go to sleep my eyes
forgot this peace of mind
given there's a speed to hide
then I stop so I can really find
moment's pause, a seeming guide
so long I felt out of place
never seemed to fit the game
couldn't ride the high of a chase
chasing the wind and I'm breaking at best
can't seem to remember what
I want to forget
thoughts becoming sweat
I'm scared, yet I can see life as a joke
sit down with the boys, have a ****
But to look me in the eye when I say I broke
A will to fight or create some **** hope
I look around and see the pain
You look around and see it too
look inside it's painfully true
there's a debt, fatefully due
violetstarlights Sep 2019
w h a t  w a s  t h e  p o i n t  o f  s t a y i n g  a l i v e
i f  e v e r y t h i n g  i  l o v e  e i t h e r  l e a v e s  m e  o r  d i e s ?
Moni Sep 2019
I can feel the pain
I haven't felt in a while,
the tears I have yet to shed,
and the aches that don't hurt my heart.
Why is it I feel everything I have not?
chloie Sep 2019
if the scribbles on my arm
are anything to go by,
messy and short of
telling the world
my version of life,
then call me crazy,
call me hopeless --
just trying to empty my guts
and leave behind some baggage.
where else do you go,
tell me, then,
how do you do it,
serenade life into submission?
because i've been a little shy.
been hiding in the shadows
and giving you the eye,
asking you in silence.
tell me, tell me,
where else do you go,
when there's no one
left to call home?
Grace Haak Sep 2019
God
It's almost one AM
And I'm still thinking of you
And how your hands touched me
Like my body was a land to explore
Cliché dreams gone to waste
But I still endlessly loved you.
God
It's almost two AM
And I'm still thinking of you
And how your lips tasted
Like the leftover cheap whiskey
Cliché dreams dwindled to dust
But I still carelessly loved you.
God
It's almost three AM
And I'm still thinking of you
And how your eyes sparkled
Like icy oceans meeting deep seas
Cliché dreams faded to grey
But I still senselessly loved you.
God
It's almost four AM
And I'm still thinking of you
And how your voice sounded
Like rasp and rough melodies
Cliché dreams turned to nothing
But I still mindlessly loved you.
God
It's almost five AM
And I'm still thinking of you
And how your body smelled
Like stale ***** and strawberry wine
Cliché disappeared to air
But I still hopelessly loved you.
God
It's not six AM
And I'm tired of thinking of you
And how you made me feel
Like a powerless, punch-drunk fool
Cliché dreams I won't hold on to anymore
Since I've learned to stop loving you.
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