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Brianna Oct 2017
We wasted our youth on numbing the pain with alcohol and cigarettes.
We were young and naive.
You were charming, I was a mess, and we jumped into the flames together.

We wasted our twenties on screaming into almost full answering machines and bars with mindless conversations.
We were wild and free.
You were a mess, I was  fed up, so we danced down dark alleys together singing rage filled songs to the moon.

We were best friends; we were trying to fight the same battle with scars across our wrists and blacked out livers as mementos from this war.
We were family;  we were just filling up boxes with old pictures of smiling and happy birthday cards from a mother who was never around.
We were lovers; trying to scream ourselves back into each others arms in hope that we could be the heroes we always wanted.

We were the kids your parents warned you about.
The ones with the broken past and the empty futures they said.
The ones with the alcohol addictions and the drugs habits we refused to kick they said.
The ones who lived in the night, who danced in the shadows but dreamed of the next morning they would have to make it through.

Cheers to numbing the pain at the expense of our livers and wasting our youth on impossible dreams.
donia kashkooli Oct 2017
my best friend and i go grocery shopping together almost everyday. he has his hair up most of the time but i love it when he leaves it down and it's all curly and wild and the wind blows it across his face when we're sitting on a tailgate finishing the pack of cigarettes that we got the day before. we haven't left each other's side since the last full moon.

my best friend loves the beatles more than anything in the world and i love it when we get high late in the afternoon and we can see the sunset from my living room window while looking at memes and listening to track six off of abbey road. i never thought someone who loved dead musicians as much as i did existed until i met him.

my best friend and i sit next to each other in music theory on mondays and wednesdays. our weekdays feel like weekends because we have so much fun doing nothing even if we have class the next morning. i love it when he smiles because it's the most genuine thing i think i've ever seen.

my best friend holds doors open for me and he lights my cigarettes for me. normally i would take a feminist stand by saying thank you, but i could open my own doors and light my own cigarettes but with him i forget all of that and i actually think there's a 15.6% chance that he might be the love of my life. it's really hard to be myself with all these post-teenage emotions that have made me batshit crazy.
Nichole Sep 2017
Seven whistle
and he came to bristle
A rat catcher
a colorful stature
a pest to the town
in just a blow they drown
when he's about to pay
no money in his hands to lay
all of his air
but the mayor is not fair
He came with a green suit
to get all their precious fruit
a felicity sound
that takes them nowhere to be found
Kids gambol around
didn't notice they were eaten by the ground
lame ayt ?
Poetic T Sep 2017
Will you walk with me,
          will you hold my hand
we'll skip to the sounds of
     moonlight as it shines off
                    the blades we hold in our hands...

Our masks hiding our secrets,
        The enigmas of each others plan..
You like to cut, I like to stab..
As long as there's  wine flowing
we'll drink dry to every woman & man..

They thought we were gone,
buried beneath so much dirt.
                              But we breathed
our last, with that a vengeful curse.

"We breath our last, this is our last verse,
        For when the veil falters,
                for when our names are practiced..
We will arise to claim what is ours,
      Two children will wonder,
Two children will smile with glee.
For those that put us beneath the dirt,
         will bleed and feed underneath.."


When the sun arises and the covering
of night does die in luminescent decay...
Know that were back where we were.
but we brought some friends to keep
                                           the loneliness away!

There not dead, a heart still beats.
          But there staring at our decaying vision
our mouths silently open.
Were inhaling every last breath,
      for not with  moment will we breath again
                    But there's always next hollows eve.
Nilsa Lopez Sep 2017
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Come with me
let's make ice cream
out of air
let's play like kids
making our dreams
with sugar
red balloons
lemonade's sale
and some random toys.
Come with me
to this island
called illusions
to this planet of my own.
Come to me
with honey
with snowflakes
with sparkle in your eyes
with rhymes between your lips
with a prism in your soul.
Poetic T Sep 2017
I will with every breath I take
           make sure you sleep soundly,
if any monsters are under you bed
            I'll brush them away...

I will with every breath I take
            wish you sweet dreams
                                    "goodnight,
And when you awaken I'll whisper
"Morning sunshine's
                time to open those little eyes,


I will with every breath tell your mother
                     "I love her, That I'm hers all of my life.
My wife, is the love that brought our children
into our lives, she is the love of all our lives.

I will with every breath hold you all close,
                  holding each of you close to my chest.
Living for your smiles and the words that
                bring a smile "I love you,
"I love you too, smile radiating on my face.

My family, I will always look after you.
                      feed and water you, clothe you.
gift you with knowledge.
                                  "Ok sometimes not the best,
But family are everything and ill protect you my best.
Kee Sep 2017
I'm scared of the future
And how I'll be
Fragile
Depressed
Filled with anxiety
Will I have a handle on my life
Or will the wheels fall off?
And I'm left to die
Will my feelings for change
Do they remain?
Does love exists in my dictionary
Or is it replaced with hate?
Do I see clearly?
Or is it all a blur?
Do my friends stick by me?
Do I sit in the house alone?
Do I grow old and forget my nae?
Or does the noose come to claim me?
Am I happy or sad?
Do I have kids?
Am I lost in my imaginations
Or living them instead?
what happened to the girl in the park
they found her bound and ripped apart
the town erupted then, in the dark
and ran down the old man pushing his cart
someone to blame, no ****** marked:
smiling, dripping crimson
children stood in the park
cassie sky Sep 2017
If the good witch catches you
She might just let you be
But if the bad witch catches you,
She's the last thing you'll ever see
A poem I recited for the neighborhood kids who like to climb all over my porch while I smoke cigarettes.. response was "she's really weird, I'm going home". Mission accomplished :o)
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