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Silver Lining Apr 2014
It's funny
How a simple black line,
A pigmented powder,
And a plastic line glued to my eyelid
Can make me feel pretty
Makes me feel presentable
It makes me feel like I'm worth something

But even so-
It's false.
Synthetic.
It's all a lie.

Oh how I wish I could stop lying.
I don't feel comfortable leaving my house without full make-up, no I'm not a 'cake face' I don't plaster it on. I wear it simply, but I still wear it.
Ellie White Apr 2014
I wish that I could have one more night with you lying next to me,
That way, when you trace the path from your heart to mine,
I can memorize the path that your hand took,
I can know where in my body my heart is located,
That way when you deem my heart,
Not good enough,
And my mind is telling my terrible things,
I can still trace my way back to my own heart,
And be reassured that just because you rejected my heart,
Does not mean that I must reject it as well,
Because it still serves a purpose for me.

(e.m.w)
Michael McLean Apr 2014
I can't help but look left

while long words march valiantly into the field

before the order was given

stretching strides molding the Earth around their shoes

peeling bark

chipping marble with bayonets

shaping you and I

until paints run

mud capturing their shoes

for interrogation
fffvck Apr 2014
I'd be lying
if I said
you didn't
cross my mind
from time
to time
I thought that you was a sweet, kind and humble person.
I would try and call you to see if you was doing well but I was clearly just a burden
As I got over you
Stopped thinking about you
Starting living my life again
You came back in, just to clear your conscience.
I may have forgiven you for what you’ve done/did.
But I will never forgive the disrespect  
You might need to look back and reflect on all the lies you told me.
I guess you’re okay with it because your little project of manipulation was success .
Ever since I was little I’ve always had this fixation on what a good person is, what being with a person that wants you is like …
And you’re not one of them. Not at all.
The lack of respect you had for me is disgusting
Just thinking about our hands touching while walking down the streets was just nothing.
Your selfish actions have made an everlasting effect on your life.
If it was the old me, i could cut open your heart with a bread knife.
But now I’m just forgiving you.
It doesn’t even matter if I’m over you, I’m not over the fact that you used me for your little tool.
I believe in karma and baby…. It’s coming for you.
P.S. you say you don’t like liars, don’t look in the mirror.
-Raeven Leigh Winter
simply tylla Apr 2014
Fear is like a plague.
There’s no getting away from that aching
feeling of uncertainty that follows you
everywhere you go, finding you
even in the smallest of corners.

Fear is like a fire that you can’t tame
because trying to put it out only makes it grow
stronger and although people tell you
to face your fears, once it sets in,
spreading faster, is there really a way
to get away from something once it has
complete control over you?

You grow up with the pain of fear.
Fear that nothing good will ever come
because that’s just how the world works.
The pain, the depression, and the rejection
can easily be masked with a small smile
that says you’re fine.

It gets to the point where that small smile
becomes the biggest lie in the world;
a lie to deceive anyone and anything that
it comes in contact with.

Yet, no matter how big the lie may be,
it holds the power to make something
good slowly turn into something bad;
where the lie not only deceives
everyone else but also
ourselves in the end.

Lies about who we’re not become
truths about who we are to become.

The world works in ways where
the truth is a lie and a lie is
the truth if you’re willing to believe it.
They get tangled into such a web where
you no longer know the difference
between the two, only causing misery
in the long run.

It gets so etched into your mind
that you lose who you are to it
and once that happens,
the day has arrived where
you may wake up in the morning,
look in the mirror and no longer recognize
the stranger in front of you.

It’s the day you realize that so much time
has passed that the person you once were
is no longer who you are.

You won’t know the difference between good or bad,
you won’t know who you had been,
or what you had become.

There’s no starting over,
no returning to what use to be;
all you have is that one moment and
you live inside that same moment until
the deception finally kills you over.
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