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Bec Aug 2019
I can’t hear the noise
Sometimes it’s just static
My brain is chaotic
How I long for an interest
My poetry is unlike theirs
I pull out all of my hairs
To make a decision
To go there
I’m in despair
I suckkkk
Bec Aug 2019
I sat and watched the water drain
It reminded me again
Of a time when I was frail
My soul was on fire
Not for lack of trying to make a decision
I’m listening to your disses
And something’s ******* me off
We fought and we fought
I catch wind of a lot
Of indiscretion
Oh it was less than desirable
Because I stoke the fire
I stole what made you admire me
Oh distancing myself from you
And more into another direction
Something is still keeping me here
Listen my dear,
It’s not me, it’s you
Justin Aptaker Aug 2019
like koans
halting in their tracks
your logical thought
processes like a train, black and long
when it runs in a padded room
small, silent, white
Written ca. 2006
Steven Forrester Aug 2019
It's late
Or early
Depending on
Your perspective
Not doing great
A little too lonely
Reflecting on
My prerogative
Tranquility
Eluding
Me
Serenity
Exuding
See?
I'm a comet
Falling from the stars
But the ground is far
I'm coming in hot
This impact is going to be hard
Boom
Splat
Oh
What?
A little too dark?
Some times I can't believe
The **** that happens to me
The more I get hurt
The funnier it becomes
This hilarity
It's scaring me
I can't tell if this is real
I'm not sure
But I think.....
.....
I think I'm forgetting how to feel.
William de klerk Aug 2019
Living red writing drips
like the tears of my wounds.
as the room rotates rapidly
silence suffocates my spinning tomb.

Hopelessly i cling at straws
only finding pencils
as I drown in this page.

my ice cold corpse cracks  
as my eyes fill with feint flames,  
and a ghoulish grin masks a grim gaze,
as I set my sights on deaths empty eyes
I issued a defiant challenge, daring him
to try take this tormented teen.

Did he flinch!
Or
was it a fallacy, formed from
My own measure of madness?
Normally I would give some sort of explination, but this one I'll purposely leave up to you
8M Aug 2019
Have you seen a young girl,
By the name of Octavia?
Intertwined with shadows,
Of playful voices of madness

Do you remember,
When everyone forgot her?
And she was left to wilt
Like a flower in the snow

Do you remember,
When she stopped being scared?
As the madness and hysteria became no different
In the eyes of lost Octavia

Do you remember,
The eldritch one who's Octavia?
That unsettling childishness of the maddened girl
Lingered in her parents' hearts

Have you seen a young girl,
By the name of Octavia?
She's running the corner store, smiling so sweetly
With a torn book in her hand...


and a sharp blade
A continuation of a previous poem. Read that one to understand.
Anastasia Aug 2019
What have you done to me
The things you've done
Back and forth
You mess with my mind
I'm close to insanity
What kind of love
Take you brain
And switches it
With your heart
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