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Alan S Bailey May 2015
Go to sleep...think of all the things you can not see,
These arms that for all time will never again hold me,
These dreams mean nothing. Wake up, you're alone,
Think of being in a fun place rather than an empty home,
Go to the store...you're alone at the front desk, even here,
A crowded counter but no one can really serve your needs,
Alone in all the things you do, alone and never free to be,
Alive but only breathing, isolated as on a desert island...
This is the new age we live in, lab rats in metal cages,
Fed to the point we'll pop won't make life any less bland.

Welcome to my small world...and ironically, *I am better off alone!
statictitanic Apr 2015
I'm scared, lost, and tumbling
Tripping on my shoes that were never tied
Walking blind.
Bollywood movies flickering,
Warm greeting during Eid, putting on my best
The innocence of not knowing what was ahead but still swimming into uncharted waters  

The times we ran past the security guards wearing the shoes of adolescence
how we sung high voices, breaking the silence and laughing away the drowned voices and the dead that were never able to cling to us
the colors got burned but the door was still colored against the tree of stupidity; in between the houses we walked through old trash and a bare bed to look back at our acts of defiance
We got high on the words we slurred that meant friendship to us
Walking home everyday until the point where we had to part ways at Woodhaven Boulevard

Now, now, now I hate that word
I'm the only one walking alone; cracked pavements, and potholes steer me from what was always the path to fantasy and the youth
I'm growing older, and older and I know
The key is slipping from sweaty finger tips and I have to choose the right door
My mind has gotten sober from the future in my head to the reality that stops me with its red light
Time is so small and I haven't still found faith and I'm searching walking back to the same intersection, empty handed but finding scathed pennies and hungry dreams greet the soles of my torn shoes
People will leave me and I can't stop them

Why, why, why
Did I hit the walls that were so far apart but now make a square around me pushing and jamming me against the bricks
I want to see past the mist and know the truth
Is it written on my palms or held in my hands where I can clutch it or let go of it

Slowly faces of ordinary are falling under 6 feet and I have to carry the dirt on my back and remember there is a future
A future I'm scared of welcoming
and I get lost and lost in my own fears and swallowing the guilt of not believing and falling to honey dreams only waiting to be stung by a bee
The bee dies
Leaving me lost at Woodhaven Boulevard
This was a bit personal because I'm going through this thing where I realize people will leave and I can't stop this but I don't know who will be able to stay and who will remember me. I fear the future a lot because my fantasies and reality are getting sober and I want to let go of the past but I also don't want to either.
Jo Mar 2015
People everywhere.
People laughing; people sighing.
People talking; people silent.
Everyone occupied in their own lives, all in a hurry; where are they going?

Walking through the streets, I saw many things.
I saw people, faces worn and sad, going through the garbage for their meal; my heart broke.
I saw the elderly crossing the street, slowly, vulnerability written all over them, yet no one helped them, they were in too much of a hurry.
My heart was saddened.

I felt the bitter cold whip across my face, felt it against my bare arms and shivered.
I looked about and saw people huddled in the corners of buildings trying to shield their poorly clad bodies from the bite of the cold.
My gaze dropped to the coat in my hands and I felt both gratitude and sorrow.
Why was I blessed and they not?

It’s a city of plenty, yet there are so many without.
So many passed by, ignored, hungry, cold, homeless…
But everyone’s in a hurry, they all have places to be.
Could one sandwich, a coat, or a helping hand actually make a difference? How's anyone to know....they're all in such a hurry.
Kate Breanne Mar 2015
Pain causes the corners of your eyes to wrinkle.
Hate causes you to bare your teeth.
Madness causes you to release your war call.
Yet everyone still calls you beautiful.
They just think your laughing.
not my best but I think it really puts the point across that people only see what they want to see.
Natalie Thompson Mar 2015
Up in the mountains in a sand colored cabin,
a deep red couch resides.
Upon that couch sat two frozen bodies
who escaped from the winter outside.
They sat on that couch
with a laugh and a smile,
their lips met gently
knowing they would stay for a while.
They laid on that couch
with their legs intertwined,
he traced the skin of her back
as he swam in her deep brown eyes.
With their bodies bound together,
his lips found her neck.
As their hips and tongues danced away
slow and heavy became their breath.
The once frozen bodies remained on that couch,
wishing for forever.
Their love continues to grow
far apart or close together.
This is a fraction of our love story, because there's more on its way
I love so much, I can't wait another day.
ARI Mar 2015
Anxiety
   Fear, uncomfortable
      Haunting, stalking, shaking
          Always following, mixing with every situation
       Laughing, dancing, loving
      Wonderful, desirable
 Excitement
witchy woman Mar 2015
No brain
You're a little ******* gnome
Walkin' around all 5'5 of him
Acting like its his game we play

Shutthefuckupyoustupidlittlesonofabitch
You couldn't get respect even if
You actually tried to learn concept
& I truly hope, I know that hurts you

That little piece of pride
Mommy always told you,
you're the apple of her eye, when she cares
& when she doesn't?


You're her little ******* nightmare.


Your father was the love of her life
She swears
But she wouldn't touch him with a 7 foot pole
Again, if she dared

Well I'm letting you know, you little gnome
I've found someone so much better
He actually gives a **** about me
He makes me so much wetter
He's everything I've ever dreamed of

I've left you

High & dry



Choking on my ******* dust.


Her little garden doll
Peeling to reveal that over time
You'll do nothing but sit & rust.

Over the years chipping away the paint
Faster & faster



**Snort & shoot your way to hell
you ******* ****** *******.
Lol just random words about my ex ahaha
bcg poetry Mar 2015
“Do you still think about me?”
“Well, I don’t think about you as much as you think about me.”

2. “I’m yours and you’re mine, for now”

3. “I like you”
No response.

4. “We just don’t make sense.”
“But right now, with me laying in your arms, with my head on your chest, laughing about the weather, don’t we make a little bit of sense?”
“No.”

5. “This is getting too hard, I can’t keep doing this. I don’t think we should talk anymore.
“Okay.”
“What are you thinking?”
“How mad you would be if I said, “Well this was fun,” and hung up on you”

6. “If you told me to stay, I would stay. Just ask me to stay, please.”
“I’m not going to beg you, if you want to go. Just go.”

-bcg (things i laughed off, but shouldn’t have)
Courtney Mar 2015
God
have you ever fallen into a pit of complete and utter lonely misery only to be awoken by the touch of porcelain torn up fingers screaming for God to have mercy on your mind, and I swore to all of the fallen angels the sky got a little brighter every time she prayed, but God doesn't smile with his teeth and he's laughing every time you get on your knees for him.
The texts came through
the other day
calling me out
to come and play

They were all going to dinner
and I had to go to
Really I had no choice
they would know something was up if I said no

So carefully I walked from
my sheltered hiding place
stepping from the abyss
to go and pretend

I locked up my heart
through up my shields
ready to face their pitiful eyes
as they stared down and the girl that was broken

They wouldn't understand
they would wonder why I was broken
They would pity me
when all I wanted was to forget

I felt broken, dark inside
and I guess that got the better of me
because I seemed to have forgotten
that it didn't show on the outside

They laughed and joked
talked all night
and as I looked at them
In their eyes shawn appreciation

They didn't see me as broken
they saw me as whole
they didn't try to fix me
yet they fixed me all the same

I didn't need to pretend
because happiness is contagious
and when someone doesn't see you as broken
you start to see yourself as whole

They were like children playing with a broken toy
but to them it wasn't broken
because it was filled with fun and joy
and they had found it in the box that way
Sometimes when your feeling like your falling back to the abyss all you need is for someone to tell you how bright and fun you are, with eyes filled with appreciation. Someone who doesn't try to fix you, or support you, or see through the pain. Someone who simply doesn't know that your in pain. But note I said.. sometimes.
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