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Avellaneda Lesli Nov 2016
Stacking a thousand ladders over one another and piling dozens of chairs
You still cant touch the moon
You can only dream under it
But the view from up here is closer than before and farther from the ground
The air is colder up here
And you feel more free
And you are legitimately over those who walk
And you realize that the only reason you feel free is because you feel you have the choice.
The choice
To let go of these railings
And the realization that you are in control of your life
That nothing's holding you down there
That nothing's holding you up here
But the will to hold on to life
Or to let
Go
When will my eyes run out of tears
My heart no longer be filled with pain
When will my eyes no longer long for your face
My mind stop racing with old memories
When will I let you go
To remain alive while becoming weaker,
That's what it means
Just like my love for you
I feel alive while loving you
Then you, You became weak and chose to let me go.
Aaron LaLux Oct 2016
Espresso Yourself

Word hit like espresso shots,
got that stress of regret you’re best to let it go,
best to express it outta your self tun it into espresso,
or else that regret will fester into gunpowder until it totally explodes,

unload reload,
you’re the gun,
memories are the ammo,
noting is verboten even when forgotten,

this twisted linguistic addict attitude is not an act or a show,

but the derangement of this is entertainment regardless,

and this artist is in demand all around the world,

they want to take my time,
and everything else that I thought was mine,
but I don’t have the time to spare because I’m in a race to nowhere,
trying to find the finish line before I completely lose my mind,

gaining ground in quicksand sick and no one seems to care,
grinding grounds no chitchat i just grab my espresso and get outta there,

there as in here no beer just these coffee beans this is a caffeine affair,

I’ll take a double on the double,
actually if it’s more simple I’ll take a triple,
no milk no sugar no trouble,
just this espresso and these expressions that ripple,

with words hit like espresso shots,
got that stress of regret you’re best to let it go,
best to express it outta your self tun it into espresso,
or else that regret will fester into gunpowder until it totally explodes…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Check yo self
when people leave me, i just let them go

cos I'd rather be a chewed gum

that was thrown away in the trash can

than be a sticky gum under your shoe

and be dragged and stepped on by you.
september 28, 2015
saw this when im reading my 2015 journal
Feliz G Sep 2016
This anxiety tries to **** me,
Time and time again,
Makes me fuss over little problems,
It keeps on whispering, "This is the end."

I try to shoo it away,
But it doesn't want to let go,
Now depression comes by,
To sing along with anxiety's deadly song.

It keeps messing with my mind,
And other people tell me to relax,
But depression gets the best of me,
My mind is starting to crack.

I always thought this was a phase,
Everyone would just go though,
But I'm sure this is different,
According to someone I knew.

It tries to drown me,
In my past of regret,
I don't want to give up,
I just don't want to yet.

"Oh no, I needed this!",
"Oh no, I forgot about that...",
Responsibility, it seems,
Is what I tend to lack.

I wasn't always like this,
I used to be very responsible,
I used to like to be a leader,
But my mistakes don't seem flammable.

I don't know the true meaning of depression,
Anxiety is mostly what I have,
But itself is enough,
To make me insane, to make me laugh.

So please leave me alone,
Please leave me to my thoughts,
But I hear my anxiety bellow,
"Just give up, you don't have a chance."

I don't know which to believe,
I just end up crying,
Sometimes I just wonder,
"What would happen if I'd start dying?"
Nah, I ain't suicidal.
Julia Mae Sep 2016
i put you out of my head
and i went to bed
i went to bed
i forgot the next morning
and i no longer wept
LeV3e Sep 2016
You don't make me cry anymore.
When my mind glides by your amorous glow,
Our past no longer slows my rhythm.
You struck a chord, and our light diminished.
A musicians sword, cuts like a prism.
This prison I've put us in,
Is no longer fitting,
For rainbows arch too far from tradition,
And a white dress only fits on a ******.
It's urgent that,
I spell check my wording, cause
My inner workings are always flirting with
The idea of falling for you again.
Phim Aug 2016
I want to be the monkey bars
Not the fingers
The fingers grasp and clutch
But the monkey bars don't care much
The monkey bars stand tall
An object of awe
But the fingers are scared
Of dropping in the lava below
Burning from the blisters they give
Unable to let go
They hold
Trying to be strong
Letting the monkey bars make them rough
Terrified of being alone
Stuck in the lava with no home
The fingers are weak
They don't understand the true power they seek
Is happiness without pain
Which they could obtain of they just let go and fall into the lava below
Because it's a myth
It doesn't burn
To be alone
It's absolute bliss
Though the monkey bars they will miss
The lava burns away the pain
Leaving only happiness to gain
I mean I hope you get it
081216

When you learn
To let go of
"Your something,"
God will surely release
*"His something."
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