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Arduino Mar 2019
I hate the rain
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It creates puddles and forces me to see my reflection

My head tends to hang low, eyelids carrying the weight of my regrets..
Head in smoke clouds from burning forests
Thunder in my mind, lighting the dark with it's temporary rumble and powering the deprecation machines

ah yes the DMs
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Whirlwinds pick up old headlines
Tumbling and rolling inside my head


What's new, tell me something different


I hold a forbidden box

Don't look inside or I might be embarrassed



Don't look inside or you might be annoyed



You might be scared
You might feel uncomfortable
You might like it

But this box is supposed to remain shut.

It's had enough rain inside it
And you shouldn't have to swim in this ocean of misery

I tried to build a floating home from these broken pieces

But it's just too much

You'd be better off getting in a makeshift ship and manually paddling away


Who could blame you













This island is remote for a reason









Covered in land mines and emotional traps

Don't get caught, lest you flood this small patch of ground further

My lips barely touch the surface


I long for that kiss, help me breath again
Sabrina Mar 2019
Why
Why can I never be good enough?
Why can I never be strong enough?
Why can I never look in the mirror,
Think a little clearer
And see beauty in me?
Bree Sexton Mar 2019
Thank you.
I'll never forget the times you made me laugh and especially the times you made me cry.
I hold our memories close, the good and the bad,
the truth and definitely the lies.
Thank you for leaving me.
Thank you for the wake up call I needed to get my life together.
I wasn't perfect, you weren't either.
We were toxic, as most lovers who aren't ready for each other yet are.
That's okay. It's okay. I'm okay.
I'm better now than I've ever been before, and I owe a lot of that to you.
You pointed out my flaws and let me know the truth.
It may have hurt at the time, but now I know I eternally thank you.
I'm finally happy. With myself. With my life.
I can look at the mirror and say, "Hey, I love you."
I can wake up in the morning and actually leave my bed.
Life got harder when you first left, but it's easier than ever now.
You made me into the person I always needed to be.
Maybe it was too late for you, too late for us. But it was never too late for me.
To the boy who broke my heart, I have extreme gratitude. I could never and would never hate you or speak ill of your name.
You saved my life.
And I wish you the best.
Thank you.
Signed the girl who found herself because she lost you.
A poem I wrote after hearing soul crushing news.
Max Mar 2019
I don't have faith in myself, so I put mine in IT (whatever that may be). I just don't want to give myself the honor of being proud, because I shouldn't be.
I'm worthless

So I'll just give the honor to fate.
I'm where I wanted to be, but I don't want to say that I did it. Because I'm never proud of myself
Miranda Mar 2019
I like how my body looks
In a broken mirror.

The many cracks give my body
A different shape.
A shape I’m proud
To call mine.

The many cracks hide my reality
For a short amount of time.

Until I leave the broken mirror
And walk in the hall to see a whole mirror
With no cracks.
And I see myself.
My true self.

The body I’m not proud is mine.
Came up with this after shattering my mirror this past week
Baylee Kaye Feb 2019
I’m always afraid
afraid of losing my heart
and my heart is you
d.c.
Poetic T Feb 2019
I used to follow every echo
             bellowing beneath
the subconscious frame work

                            that where
        hanging in my empty halls..


Before I realised that within these
                    representations of hollow
                                       imitations.

Were just blank obscure nothingness's
                        swallowing me within a
                                   kaleidoscope of false
                      pretext.

And then I saw that there was no picture
          as the  frame never existed
     beneath the
              echoes just shadows of insecurity...
Elena Feb 2019
I crave an obvious love
Read my mind
Know me better than me

I crave an unrealistic love
Complete my sentences before I think them
Know my mood by the position of my hand

I crave the other half of me
Split down the middle
Staring back at me
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