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J May 2018
I want that midnight stroll,
Under that moonlit sky,
With both of us blushing,
Not being able to hold a gaze.

With smiles from ear to ear,
Biting our lips so lightly,
Slowing our walking pace,
Until we stop.

With my hand on your waist,
Moving my hand towards your cheek,
Brushing that one hair from your face,
Being nervous before our embrace
rosie May 2018
put on a brave face
act like it’s ok
scream into your pillow
lookin at the world go
why am i even here?
they said it gets better with time
i think they were lying

seems like no one cares the only problems they worry ‘bout are theirs endless flight of stairs looming over me promising something better at the top


cry so hard your eyes are burning
even then the world’s still turning
can they see how much you’re hurting?
will it ever stop?
be strong, be tough, it’ll get less rough
the nightmares you face every night will lose their touch
enough is enough, sick of the same old stuff

tears are falling thick and fast
wonder how long these will last
will they soak my face and clothes
or will only a few drip down my nose
eyes red-rimmed, eyelids swollen
when i come back out you’d never know

i can’t breathe, every time i draw in air it’s tainted with their touch
it’s too much, God, take this cup
no one cares, sitting alone in this bathroom stall because no one likes me out there

im hurting so much. not the outside hurting, skin rubbed raw in the shower hurting but the inside hurting head and heart bursting because here i am broken and no one knows how i’m thirsting to just be normal again. why have i been ruined?

please make the dark go away
if it stays i’ll fade away
only tear stained pain and quiet fear will be left
one day. one day. one day.
this was a dark time in my life. emotions were wild and raw and i wrote them out. thank you to any readers **
Audra May 2018
Here I sit
On the floor.
She told me he is “good”
But that isn’t what I meant.

I want to know just
How he is feeling
How the week has been
And if he’ll be okay.

Because from another
(Who knows my intent)
I heard a different story.
One of confusion, despair.

This one said that
He looked around
And asked for
My whereabouts.

Was it for my hope that this one said it?
Or did he really need my presence?
She would have no reason to utter falsely.
But all I want is to just ask him.

But here I am
Still on the floor.
A late-night debate
About his intent.
Sam May 2018
Humor me, love me, let me
be selfish. Don't
make me sleep alone. I can't
bear this want
because I am the fool
who fell in love with you
after you told me not to.

Same old song
so dance with me
until the record stops
and we're the only ones left
spinning. Get dizzy
with me, and we'll fall--
both of us, this time.
a poem about acting on bad impulses
Pure Bliss May 2018
By the break of dawn tomorrow
You will live in fray
Due to the fact that I won’t be here,
I know that you will fear
What you hear,
Your son, friend, love
Flying with the dove of death,

I feel as if I don’t make you happy
Then what’s the point of being here,
If I can’t make you proud
Then what’s the point of being around

When the clock strikes midnight,
You will see a big fright,
Me just hanging there,
My body so violently bare,
This note to you
Is made because I couldn’t do much,
I feel like I have failed you,

As the tears come running down your face,
As you are in the dark hole of depression,
Just think about all of the good times that we’ve had
All the laughs and smiles,
Just remember the memories that we’ve made together,
Remember the smiles we put on people’s faces
Remember the days that were so cold
And when I walked in that room
The day became warm,
Remember me for me!
Paris Nov 2017
I...I want to sleep yet thoughts run through my brain...
I can't...
They prohibit me from gaining rest..
Loosing those I care about
The hatred of myself
The hatred of this miserable life
Thoughts of just emptiness
Thoughts of fear
Thoughts of anxiety
Thoughts of wanting to run
Wanting to just scream and cry until my vocal cords are shredded and torn and worn
Wanting to just lock myself in my room and never come out
The urge to just shut everyone and everything out and just wallow in my sadness and despair
I can't do half the **** I do normally right
Not even ******* walking
I can't speak right
I can't act right
I can't ******* write right
I can't walk right
I can't do a lot of things
I'm to much of a wuss to get anything done
I can't do a ******* thing to save my life
Vivid mental images from suicidal fantasies roam my mind
its all coming back to me
Even with those who bring me joy and happiness it never lasts
nothing ever will
I understand this and I have for a long time
Bottled up emotions and thoughts have been ready to burst for years
Leaking out only to be filled and shut back in by my fear of collapsing and breaking
i can't do what I want to anymore
i am forced to put up this happy facade and I'm sick of it
Yet I must
I have someone who cares about me and that I know won't try to hurt me
I have some who have tried to take their own life that I almost can't live without
I have to keep my fantasies in my mind and never enact them
I must keep to myself
Keeping the bottle sealed until it shatters under its self brought stress and fear
that fear
that stress
that anxiety
all of it
keeps me from sleep
My boyfriend wrote this when I was forcing him to try and write poetry
Nada Apr 2018
the gaze
becoming unclear,
and more unclear
the words
becoming empty,
and emptier
the heavy steps,
the vague touch,
the hollow promises
persistently leaving only wounds

you are still here,
but
why can't i feel you?
you are still here,
but
why can't i recognize you?
you are still here,
not leaving
but
changing
constantly making me die,
every night,
missing you.
they stay. they never leave.
but they change. and that hurts the most.
M Apr 2018
i was drifting off to sleep
my eyes were heavy and,
it keeps producing tears,
due to the deprivation.

and then,
i finally fell asleep.

i was flying in the dreamland,
and i saw you.
and you were crystal clear,
i thought you were real.

and god,
you’re so beautiful.
your beautiful dark brown eyes,
your messy brunette hair,
your dimples when you smile,
and the crinkle of your eyes,
when you grin.

and for a second,
i thought i dreamt of angels,
when actually, it’s you.

part three of three
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