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Mabel Dakota Dec 2014
The worst part about all of this is that you don’t even care anymore. I’m being completely ignored by the person who's supposed to always be there for me and you don’t even realize it…
Poetic T Nov 2014
I scribble upon the walls
Blindly
Drawing
Nestled in my belief
That this will speak
The words I was unable to voice,
My clothes were clean when I knelt
But now they are
Stained,
Ripped,
Violated
With the efforts of these scattered
Moments, I express without a voice,
"With out"
"With out"
My mind speaks slower than
The moment past,
I fear this is senseless,
"Undermining
My
Resolution"
Of what is being emotionally
Stained upon this wall,
I grow weaker as this message composed
Of my emotional state,
To me it screams,
"I needed someone"
"But I was a voice lost"
I sign it with a handprint
Static,
Silence
Quiet
Is my body, the ink ran dry
From the pots cut open
"I lie here now"
My message  scribbled upon a canvass
On the naked wall,
It now has a essence of me,
My  story,
My  end,
I was in need, but now I **need no more.
JC Nov 2014
I am tired.
Tired of feeling alone.
  Tired of feeling unneeded.
   Tired of feeling ignored.
    You only talk to me
      When you need help.
        When you need advice.
           I'll ask
            'Hey how are you doing?'
-Silence
              'Hey what are you doing today?'
-Silence
              
                   I am Sick
                     Sick of feeling useless.
                       Sick of feeling stepped on.
                         Sick of being spoken to
                           only when those around me need help,
                               For they know I will never turn down a 'friend.'
                                    A 'Loved One,'
                                        A 'Confidant.'

                          To whom do helpers turn in time of need?
                                             In times of sorrow?
                                              In times of panic?
                                     What holds the mighty rock?
                                  The rock that breaks the waves?
                                     The rock whose sole purpose
                           Seems to be protection against the sea?
                                            Who helps the rock?
                              When the ground begins to tremble
                                       And open its mighty maw?
                                            To whom do I turn?
                                            On whom do I lean?
              When I am Sick?                                     When I am Tired?
        
                                                                ­                              Because I am Sick,
                                                           ­            And I am Tired
                                          And I am closed.
ajp Nov 2014
How do I ignore you when
you're right next to me?
God ****** we keep bumping elbows.
I can't blast my music
loud enough to tune out
your presence.
Kenedy Ell Nov 2014
You and I,
We are merely specks.
Specks of nothingness.

This world
Has two kinds of people.
People who are
Everything to Everyone.
And people who are
Nothingness and Nonexistent.
My friend,
I tell you once more,
We are the second kind.

You and I,
We are merely specks.
Specks of nonexistent
Dust.
M Eastman Nov 2014
I came upon a wood
Where no birds pierced the air
With their song
I feel the wind
On my skin
But not its howl
I sat near a rushing water
Whose torrents flew undamned
White foaming by
In silence
Patrick Sugarr Oct 2014
i just can't stop thinking about that day
   I remember, you were wearing grey
      without a clue, you sat by my side
         never thought our worlds would collide

there's something about you I just can't explain
   making my brain go insane
      lose myself whenever you're around
         like my heart melted and it fell to the ground

i wonder if you ever feel the same
   whenever they mention my name
      was ignorance just part of your game?
         or should i be the one to blame?

i fell too easily and crashed too hard
   somehow i feel like a ******
      in my thoughts you would dwell
         you had me listening to Adele

you are the light in my darkness
   the smile in my sadness
      though i know this is foolishness
         you existence is still my silent happiness
i wrote this poem during our ESL class years ago. our professor asked us to read the poem using different voices per stanza. it was hilarious xD i had to use a ghost-like voice, a very tiny voice, and others hahaha
Jordan Oct 2014
hey, do you still remember me?
you know your "best friend"
the one you told everything too,
yeah, I'm also the one you ignore.
so I guess I lost you,
bye? I guess..
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