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Lizzie Nov 2017
A deep..Haunting..Unique shade of blue-green...
With flecks of night sky placed in such delicate haphazardness,
I look away...
Not out of fear or dismal...No...
But out of the tsunami of emotions that course through me...
You calm me, tame my wild thoughts that tell me every positive thing you say about me is wrong...
Your eyes pierce through my cold & warms my heart,
As you put my shattered soul together again
piece by piece...
With just your eyes you make me sane;
Even in the darkness...
Milica Fara Nov 2017
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She lit a cigarette
Tears racing down her cheeks
She was a mess
Magnificent chaos
And she wasn't afraid
Of giving birth
To the madness.
Anonymous Oct 2017
its just the way I feel about you scares me.  

It’s love and desire It’s unwanted and it’s

obsessive It’s a mess of contradiction.
AnxiousOcean Oct 2017
you’re the best song that ever drenched my ears
a story filled with wines and tears
the umbrella that kept my rains from my lips
a moon that lights beyond an eclipse
pain that is worthy to be felt
a mistake that I’d commit till I melt
you are a past where I have been
the present that cannot ever be seen
a future that I will never have
and the memory that shall be always loved

I better get out of the woods
Alyalyna Oct 2017
As the leaves fell down from the trees
it took over me
someone's going overseas
but it took over me

though the lines are being written on the sheats
it took over me
in a state of wait for winter where the autumn leads
it took over me

and i'm down then i'm up then again down
and my mood in vicious circle's going round and round
and some feministic guy would say i've got my period
but as a girl i know  exactly what it's like and this is truly not

beauty outside of my window
but inside it feels like mess
and i'm gloomy and i'm crying like a widow
for those summer days at rest

and every leaf that falls down on the ground
makes a sound that i can hear like razor makes a wound
and im down then im up then im again down
and my boyfriend's such a nice guy and wants to  stop me frown
but i guess whoever was it he'd get tired of playing a clown
and i want him understand tryna make it tender
that this is not gonna go till it's december

cause the leaves fall down and make me cry make me grown
make me cough make me sigh
guy just wait a little while....


there's no one to blame
but it's so hard to tame
my temper
untill it is December
i said this season
it took over me
i said the reason
why sometimes i weep
not so deep
it's on the surface
of the leaves
that keep on covering the ground
all around...
and around...
and around...
All of my dishes, stacked in my room
Am I a slob? Please don't assume.
Clothes—whether *****, clean, or worn—
I know the difference, though they're strewn.

Twinkling lights strung overhead
Match the lamp beside my bed.
With dust my dresser is adorned,
And my favorite chair is red.

I see the beauty in the mess;
Why do you cry in distress?
Mom, I like to live like this.
And I have no one to impress.
CC Oct 2017
I'm a wreck
My life is a bad outfit worn in high school
The reunion should have a better theme
My insurance didn't cover the damages
When you left my heart in pieces
So I try my best to work as hard as I can
Niceness gets me nowhere but at least I'm rarely aggressive
I'm probably the nicest person
Nobody should notice the wreckage they drive by is actually my life
I'm for repair
Which is why I hide all these dents/scratches with that wax crayon they sell on TV
I call it shabby chic when someone points it out
I'm a wreck
Delanie Oct 2017
Just stab me in the heart for christ's sake!
Laugh while the blood curdles,
and watch it settle in the grooves of our hardwood floor.
Like scarlet veins against an old oak skin.
But you wouldn't like that.
Messes never were your thing,
So you'll hope it washes away.
But maybe it might stain.
God I hope it stains!
I hope it sticks to your skin,
like dry sweat and pool chlorine.
And I’ll let you sit there, gooey and regretful,
in the syrupy ichor of my punctured heart.
Then I'll laugh.
I'll just laugh,
and laugh,
and laugh.
Because you made a mess you couldn't clean up.
And that annoys the **** out of you.
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