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Stella Apr 2018
Words spoken in anger
Are words spoken true.
When you yelled at me,
“You’re worthless”
I knew it to be true.
I’m faced with that thought
Every
Single
Day.
Everything you yell,
I already know.
I know I’m worthless
I know I don’t deserve the life I live
I know I’m a burden.
You constantly yelling it,
Just justifies it.  
The one who is supposed to protect me,
Nurture me,
Help me,
Was the driving force in my fall from the light.
Even after you quit yelling,
I know you spoke true,
And you don’t actually care what I feel.
You just try to apologize to save face.
Maybe one day,
You’ll know what you did to me,
But today is not the day.
Yeah, I tried. I wrote this after I had a yelling match with my mom...
Anyways, i hope you like it! Thanks for reading.
Amanda Mar 2018
Obesssion
A lonely existence
I want to share
With you

Torturous
Longing for that moment
When I can be
With you

Wicked
How can you turn away
See who I am
Without you

Agony
My heart rips in two
I can’t ever be
Without you

Loathing
This need I have for you
I hate, I love
You, you.
Sara J Mar 2018
Somewhere there is a poem
sweetly written about me
which flatters and professes
its love eternally.

Somewhere there is a poet
with longings unrequited
who pours words out like water
to douse the fire I ignited.

Dear unrequited poet,
that I can't love you is a pity.
We are like one, both you and I,
but I can't love one who is so much
like me.
You reap what you sow they’ll say
When you’re distraught and things don’t go your way
Or perhaps bring Karma into the mix
If relationships break and aren’t able to fix
‘It was destined by fate’ you’ll hear
Said contritely from lips insincere
Words of console you’ll get face to face
But shallow words that are empty they’ll waste

Those not involved will end up picking sides
Covertly at first making efforts to hide
Initially from the break you'll feel empty
Blood stained lips cracked and chapped from the sea
Ocean's buffet but refusing to eat
Never again will you find such a treat
Became familiar with every single cliché
As if uttering words will tell me which path to take
How life transpires giving to us what’s due
Fortune tellers are shams with no clue
Soothsayers and any alike
Gain your trust; In your back get a knife


Wasted life ever searching by you
At the same time no search needed too
On a star wishing for her to stay
Unfulfilled, now that she's gone away
Sad tale of loss like needlepoint you’d weave
Sole candle’s flame defiant to bereave
A horse with blinders you ran through life’s race
By yourself so no matter what place
You take could be anywhere between first and last
Entire race ran while peering into the past
Running backwards and pointing *** first
Deftly explains the low value and self-worth
Donkey or court jester is all you are
Spelling out why in life you didn’t get far

Your perception of what’s ‘getting ahead’
Results in you falling behind instead
Not realizing the self-destruction within
Playing a game not possible to win
A headless chicken running every which way
‘Such a disappointment’ is what they will say
All this talent and capability
But the war inside they don’t see
All that is gained inevitably will be lost
Gifts and gestures have attached hidden costs
A Civil War but not North versus South
It’s you against you in this bout


So how did you ever possibly
Think love’s capability is something you’d see
In another when not found in yourself
Common sense locked away on the shelf
When self-value is equal to zero
Your fairy tale is a story without hero
Disgraceful loser and failure is what you believe
Through this lens is how you view and perceive
So if you’re someone you hate and despise
Regardless of partner or how hard you try
If you feel that you don’t deserve love
Then down your throat it could be constantly shoved
But never will you successfully share
Intimacy with another or be able to care
For another with sustained success
when you view yourself as one who’s worthless

So, I know it’s cliché but it’s true
The first step is you must learn to love you
Happiness is something found from within
When you’re okay with yourself you will win
And the grand prize at the end of it all
Is a life where you don’t feel so small
Like a spec of dust who no one would care
If you ended it all; no one’s feelings you spared
Instead filled with satisfaction and peace
A balanced space inside yourself you don’t lease
but forever forward you own
The infinite nomad no more wandering; now with home

Because no matter what’s rattling inside your head
Self-loathing thoughts or remarks that were said
I grab your face and locking eyes engage a stare
Begin to scream at top of lungs so all can hear

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND SPECIAL EVERY WHICH WAY!
LOVE POURS IN AND OUT OF YOUR HEART EVERY DAY!
DON’T EVER DOUBT HOW AMAZING YOU CAN BE!
YOU HAVE PURPOSE AND YOU MATTER; SET YOURSELF FREE!
Written: February 6, 2018

All rights reserved
Macy Opsima Feb 2018
I.
This is for each time
They told me I was only good with words.
Maybe I did spent too much time discovering words
That I no longer know how to put into good use.

II.
This is for each time
My skin yearned for yours
Your memory etched into the prints of my fingers
It was the first time I thought being alive wasn’t bad after all
But I left before you realize I wasn’t worth falling for.

III.
This is for each time
Your words converted me into a ghost
Floating while screaming, “What is this emptiness?”
Each spoon of salt poured unto my wounds
Became the only confirmation that I was still human.

IV.
This is for each time
My best wasn’t bubbling to the brim,
Not enough to let it flow out of my mouth gracefully, effortlessly
This is for each moment
I choked, pushed, and pulled it out of me
Until I was left with a sour tongue & shaky fingers
But at least I can be of service with whatever spills out.
Jalaj Soni Feb 2018
"Look around you"

People are smiling, cheering their friends
Lifting the spirits of those that don't dissent
Carefree, responsible and respectfully mature
While only the pauses from routine, work as my cure

White light strikes the prism of my life
Prisoner of time, I am a slave of my grief
I'm blinded by your expectations and needs
They are weighing down on my survivor's instincts

I'm choking on my tears, I'm preying on my smile
I'm dying every morning, I'm dying every night
I'm strangling my desires to ever find peace
I'm forcing every poison to be gulped in by me

No music can help me, no art can sway me
No rush can stop me from laying down to quit
No rifle can shoot me, no knife can stab me
And hope to **** a soul, but an empty vessel

I sleep and I hope to wake up, no more
I have lost all my passions to the mighty orders of bores
I caution myself every day to never hope for hope
For its a noose, to my shimmering eyes, swinging through death

I can't live like this, I can't suffocate
And smile like all my dreams are as my childhood left
I can't accept the myopia of the world around me
Ridicule of my desire to see myself as a work of art

I can't stay mindless of the fact that all my friends are slaves
I can't stay ignorant to the ease of creeps, cheaps and strays
I am tired of keeping myself safe, with a silent venomous dagger
I need someone to put my faith in and leap into the dark, forever
sar Feb 2018
"powerful weapon"
   she called me.
i nodded
again and
again, until
          i was off
                            to
                                    sleep.
idk
Soulace Jan 2018
3:38am

Being trapped in a corner
Where everything stops
And simultaneously
Comes crashing down in a torrent of voices.
Echoing the same self loathing
That you beat every day, and lose to every day.

Looking desperately for a way out
Ready to sell your soul to the wrong buyer
For a quick gratification
Or just a way out.

Boxed in

Cave in, but can’t save him.

Jerking in his sleep but it’s not working

It won’t stop. His head is unlocked
Because he left his keys out of the lockbox

Struggling to breathe.
It’s only been 3 minutes

4.

5.

And then everything stopped.

And he became numb again.

Still twitching. Still feeling it.
 But buried.
Ice over the water’s surface
It came out messy, but I didn't want to touch it. It's just how it is.
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