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Nikita Jun 2015
I miss you so much
You dont have a clue
Yet, when you talk about her
Im never jealous
Im never sad
Only do I ever wish you the best
And It makes me wonder
Does that mean I really miss you?
Maybe just as a friend
But then again
If you were to chase after me
You would'nt have to run very far
Because for you
Id stop running
Even if I was running from something that terrified me the most.
What am I even doing with my life
K R W Jun 2015
I'm mad at my past self,
For being such a ****-up.
But I'm sad for my future self
Because I'm too scared to do anything about it.
                                                       (K R W)
Curlan Eiruc Jun 2015
She called me fool,
I heard it,
I loved it.
AAAAAAAARGGGGH.
Furiosa,
beautiful-strong.

Tho I'm Max,
Mad,
I am mad,
AAAAAARGHH,
I see my daughter sometimes,
she haunts my mind,
I miss-
AAAAARGHHHH.

The girls....
Not property anymore,
The coat-
AAAAARRRGHHH
breathes harshly breathes harshly
Mine.

The car....
Mine.
It's gone.

My blood...
Nux..
I wa-
AAAAARGGHHHH
breathes harshly breathes harshly breathes harshly
his blood bank,
he

HE's

Gone.
Mad Max Fan Poem
It's a special kind of ******
what makes you shake like this
and yer feelin' quite certain
that you're seein' red curtains

so

"*******!" you exclaim
and then you pop a vein
and you rage and shake a fist
because you're just. that. ******.

but

In the end it ain't your doin'
to the people that yer screwin'
and everyone can go to hell and
hey! — yer just the one to tell 'em.
© 2011  J.J.W. Coyle
Kooky Collages Jun 2015
Distance of our bodies and distance of our minds.
I always wished to see you, but never found the time.
We wanted it to happen, but we never made a stand.
I wanted, more than anything, for you to be my man.
Motives became lost within the wire.
But never once, did we loose our desire.
Perhaps that's all we ever had.
Perhaps we were just each others fad.
I'm embarrassed to admit I thought we were more.
I held on to hope that you'd walk through my door.
But you never intended to stay with me.
Drowned in blindness, I could not see.
But I'm done being foolish, I'm loosening my grip.
His cup runneth over, and I'm taking a sip.
Quenched, I realize you were nothing but stone.
No flesh, just hardness.
No skin, just bones.
When you find you are empty, and then search for your soul,
You'll see that what we were missing was your half being whole.
I'll be loving another when you come back my way.
It could've been you, had you just stayed.
But you needed to grow and so I let you go.
And if you're reading this, there's one thing you should know,
A heart only deserves what it's asking for.
You asked for a little, and I gave you more.
You took that for granted, and I'll never forget.
That feeling of love entangled in regret.
Perri Jun 2015
people say
the more pain you experience
the stronger you become

but I feel as though,
those people who have become so strong
due to painful experiences,
have had time to heal and grow in between
each experience.

but then there are those people,
like myself,
who don't have time to heal and grow between each experience,
because all of their life,
these experiences happen one after the other
and instead of becoming stronger,
people like us,
wither away to nothing.
Kooky Collages Jun 2015
I'm sick at the sight of you.
There's a sudden hole in my heart.
I want to reach out to you,
But I decide to depart.
Can I shake off this madness?
Could I no longer care?
I'm a fool who's stuck in sadness,
While you've felt no despair.
I must learn to get over you.
There's no question or doubt.
But how can I do something that I haven't figured out?
Immersed with your memory,
I feel a sort of shame.
Solely because I know you don't feel the same.
Eyes swelling and emotions unveiling,
I beg them to subside.
And soon all my thoughts of you are nothing but snide.
How could you let me in so deep, only to bury me alive?
Was I just a toy to you? A sort of prize?
Maybe we both were the same in each others game.
But it appears that I left no mark,
While you left a stain.
Lessons learned, I'm moving on,
Since you've done the same.
I hope you won't regret the decision you made.
Because one things for sure,
I'm never going back to you again.
Leo Letters Jun 2015
Sometimes when the shadow falls
and everyone else’s on their beds I turn
to look at this beer of bottle staring at me
And I say, **** it! When will you speak?
So then we’d stare at each other
and I’d swear still it wouldn’t speak
By the time the silence grew and
I couldn’t take it any longer
my temper takes on me
the beer starts to scare
So I grabbed and lift it
and poured it empty
on my throat. Might as well drink it
if it wouldn’t speak.
I start to laugh because it’s funny
when you think you’re alone. Then
I take another beer and put in the
table and I speak to it again.
Chug. The lights are on and dimmed.
I do the same rituals and after some time
You wouldn’t believe it, the beer speaks
loudly in my chest. It stirs and revolts
in my mouth. I knew it was pretending.
I knew it could speak.
Now it’s begging to be released.
The beast inside is finally pleased.
It’s funny
It’s funny how other people didn’t know.
Now all that couldn’t be spoken
Can now be said
**** it could speak through the air.
So now you know how to speak to the beer
You **** it. You grab it in the neck. Make a pet out of it
and let it give you the entertainment
Otherwise, you’ll do it wrong.
My Scarlet Amora Jun 2015
I'm sorry
I say that a lot
especially to you
I'm sorry
I've hurt you
I've lost you
I'm sorry that I miss you
I need to let you go
But I can't
You let me go first
I can't do this anymore
I love you
I loved you
This is awful
She's still there
But what about me
I want happiness with both of you
And why do I need all of these meds
To forget you
To forget her
To ease the pain
To slip away forever
You ******* broke me
And then left me
You spat in my face when I needed you the most
I know I broke your heart
I'm sorry
But can't you see I'm bleeding out
Look at me
I imprisoned myself
I locked you out
I'm sorry
But you never had the key
oceanstorm Apr 2015
It's past 2am and I can't sleep
It is really a shame,
but I'm haunted by things that I can't see
I'm sorry, I don't believe in ghosts
I do not fear the dead
But I wish I did, so I could blame them
for these voices inside my head
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