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Daniela Aug 2014
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I miss you.
Plain and simple.
I miss you at 5:45am when I open my eyes to go to school, and I miss you as I dry my hair, I miss you when I put on the bracelets you once held in your hands, I miss you at school whenever my mind drifts away class (happens often), and I miss you at recess as I see everyone's face but yours. And I come home and I take a nap, because I miss you perhaps a little too much. And so when it's 3 in the morning and I can't sleep, you can certainly guess who just doesn't leave my mind. And so, I miss you against all odds and despite the gossips, I just plain and simple, miss your body next to mine.
And the only reason, your thought hasn't consumed me, the only reason I find all of this bearable, is because perhaps, you miss me too.
NOT my best work .
i don't even know who i miss, i just have this feeling of emptiness, like a lack of something except i don't know what that is. I used 'and' a lot
Akemi Aug 2014
you built a city
inside my ribs
then left.
4:50pm, August 19th 2014
Akemi Aug 2014
Lay my mirth to rest
At the foot of my grave
I think it died the same day
I lost my face

Who the **** even knows me?
Who the **** even cares?
11:12pm, August 12th 2014

Hope is a ******* farce. Love no one.
Your friends only want you for entertainment.
This life is just a distraction from death.
You're only kidding yourself if you think there's more to it.
Olivia McCann Jul 2014
Expectations swagger
And clutter.
Small talk
Loiters dangerously near big talk
As gazes dance between
Lazy freckles.

Questions are asked
That require too complicated
Of answers.
Answers too uncertain
And even once certain,
Limbs putrify and freeze
In the daunting path
That has been figured,
Fathomed, barely
And never traveled.

Habits, self inhibitions,
Self-destructive agendas,
Pull at the walker
As his own mind swivels,
Exhausted,
Tipping into madness.

He’s found the path
But finds self-provoked
Difficulty in walking it.
"There's a difference between knowing the path and walking it"
A pebble drops in the inky surface,
The weather driven water as if a
Brown varnish.
I am the ripples in the water,
You are the pebble that made me change.
Hold my hand,
Make me spin around once more.
Give me what I lack,
Things like
Trust,
Love,
Friendship.

Just like the ripples I am,
I am gone too soon.
Quixotic: Exceedingly idealistic; unrealistic and impractical.
Sean G Jun 2014
Lying awake
At midnight,
Eyes to the sky,
Confusion racking my mind.

Thoughts of you
Consume my brain,
Keeping me preoccupied,
Making sleep elusive.

All because
I want something,
Someone,
I can't have.
Erratic Piety Jun 2014
H1
And the world has changed
Drunken words of ignorance
lack of self worth gone
I’m confined in my room
Reminiscing the days that have gone
I remember when I first felt it
Or the lack thereof of feeling

I yearn for my blood to rise
To feel any kind of pain
And yet,
Even joy misses me

I am no longer who I was
Just a soulless tomb
Blank and dull eyes
And a heart that beats out nothingness.
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