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Rezium Aug 2018
It's a thought, it's not just about what going on. Or am I wrong. Using such marks to call out a flag of help. Fact is, I'm a Who screaming yopp, I'm friend in a thought. Don't know how long it's gonna go on but help me out...

Here are wE
Listen Please...
Evolution of Help.
Pretty interesting how we find a way to call out for help yet it looks so simple...
Phi Kenzie Aug 2018
Laughing into the wind
no one can hear you
away only for a moment
if at your ear
then carried off

I use my inside voice
within my head
the rest is shouting into a void
if you can’t speak
it leads you to think

the inside can be a battle for sound
in and of itself
what rings true
and what needs improvement

Some better left said
requiring a spoken tongue
instead of a broken one
LJDC Aug 2018
First it was fright,
Then there was courage.
I took a step then there was I,
Pretty...
Confident...
Unsure...
Scared?
Then the music came so loud,
It made me deaf of myself
It was a loud as the silence in my room,
The only difference is I'm not alone.

In a room full of people,
I saw you.
You and your ignorance.
You and the memories you left me with.
A scribble of words at the back of my planner
Colm Jul 2018
My echoing laughter
Catches the walls
Just below the ceiling
When I see it again
In the reiteration of his own hand

That you were right
And the world was wrong
That it was not meant to be as this
A singing song
But a reproach of the sigh
Of another man

How clever of the Frost to hide
On another set of snowy hands
  
How clever indeed were you also to find
The original meaning of such a man

With props to you
I laugh again
It was to reproach the sigh and to remember the moment. I think you were right (or at least on the right track).
stranger Jul 2018
Didn’t sleep much last night
I was admiring the thunder
Focusing on the rain getting louder and louder
Marveled at the sky while it was changing color
I stayed up until 4am last night
Just to watch the overly dramatic lightning strike
Watching it burn on the sky almost like it was able to write.
Woke up at 7:18 exactly
Just to keep admiring
My old friend the rain
Letting me open up
Transforming its iridescent water drops into obscure showers of pain.
My lonely friend who always comes back,
Lets me choose its next move
Makes me forget the meaning of sad
While I make the new purple-black sky forget about that peaceful blue
Last night I saw one of the most beautiful storms ever...
jenna Jul 2018
i built a wall,
wide and tall,
but forgot to make it soundproof.
anger comes seldom.
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
He’s crazy
Don’t talk to him
Feed him what he needs
Then he leaks
Like a drug
He’ll make you crazy

He’s loud
You can’t ignore him
Try to run then he gives chase
Then he fades
Like abundant silence
He’ll make you loud

He’s hurt
He’s damaged on the inside
Smile at him and he’ll melt
Down into the sewers of solitude
Until he’s completely gone
You did that to him
It will make you hurt

You’ll hurt
So much
The pain will be crazy loud
I love you
Don't talk to him...
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