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Serendipity Dec 2019
It seems what differentiates
the mad and the musician
are the bow
in which
they strum with.
This 5000 word psych research paper is killing me in the best way lmaoooo.
Bugs Spencer Dec 2019
The chains binding
Have been broken
I still have the cuffs
I may be walking free
But my hands are still weighed down
Now I’m finding
Me, myself and I

I wish to see clearer
Past imperfection
Yet, chains are heavy
Even after they have been broken

Look in the mirror
I hate my reflection
I feel infected
Self-hate as my infection
Have I lost my direction?

"No, you aren’t the definition of perfection
That doesn’t mean to hate your reflection
Maybe you have lost your direction
You see you have to be lost before you become found
Don’t forget you no longer have a need to be bound
You have been crowned
There is no one just like you
A ruler of yourself you are
When you look at the night sky
Admire the stars
You are a star"
Asonna Dec 2019
I love a sunburnt country,
but now the land's ablaze.
the oxygen we breathe has turned to dust
yet our request for help is denied.
I love a sunburnt country,
but there's not much left to last.

Firefighters aren't getting paid,
Neither are their bills.
yet our leader claims we're all fine
but he can afford to jet away.

The wildlife is damaged.
Koalas are losing homes.
much like the population
as the fires rip through their walls.

I love my sunburnt country,
but this has gone on too long.
while it's nice you're in hawaii Mr. Morrison,
everyone else is left to stand alone..
White Shadow Dec 2019
People called me stupid
They called me mad
For loving you.
But I was blind
I couldn't see the truth.
And now as you are gone
I still try to visit you at your home.
I still imagine my little world around you
Girl I try to forget you but I end up missing you.
I am still madly in love with you
If you still wanna come back
Here I am standing waiting for you.
Waiting for you to love me
The same way you used to do.
Waiting for you...
Makayla Jordan Dec 2019
i feel empty
like my inside have been taken out of me
and all the remains is a cool breeze of air
flowing between my rib cage and my heart
I look at other people
and I wonder if their internal temperature is also set to the fall season
and maybe I’m not just alone
and empty
but here I lie, in my bed, with the same quiet cold gush of wind inside
Grey Dec 2019
W3n uu sae y0u're goiingg iNsAN3
My 3y3s wiDeN in SuRPrrisee
how h@veE u hE1D 0ff fr0M b33!Ng C@Ughtt
1n th3 syCle of 1!nS@n1tee fOr s0 l0nGg
when the R3st of us
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We're All Mad Here:
When you say you're going insane
My eyes widen in surprise
How have you held off from being caught
in the cycle of insanity for so long
when the rest of us
are already so tangled up in it?!

The title is a reference to Alice in Wonderland.
Grace Haak Dec 2019
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
You make my blood boil
You make my fists clench
My eyes squint
into a scowl
when I see your smug smile
lips curled
teeth bared
slandering my name
Go on ahead!
I know I am not to blame
for all the late nights of confusion
and all the moments of obsessive intrusion
You twist the story
say I'm no better
Leaving on my doorstep
a grammatically incorrect letter
Ah, nothing makes my skin crawl
more than the improper use of "you're"
"your a liar"
"you never take responsibility for you're actions"
God, I don't know where I ever found attraction!
You can condemn me all day to hell
but at least I know how to ******* spell!
You say that I make you absolutely sick
doesn't mean much coming from a
wannabe preppy pretense of a *****
Delete my number from your phone
Get a life and leave me alone
Stop penciling paragraphs
full of mean and spite
saying you don't know how I sleep at night
Well, the joke's on you
I don't actually sleep
And I don't miss your stupid Jeep
I literally have my own.
Again, put down your phone
and pick up a book
because being a *******
isn't exactly a fallback career
You got that? Have I made it clear?
You can go assassinate my character
to your nonexistent group
I'll just be ranting to my poet friends
on an online website everyone can see....
oops
my anger has subdued this was just a fun one i found

also: excuse my profanities
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