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Nana Mar 2018
I sometimes don't want to talk to people
like everyone just gets so annoying
and I just need some 'me' time
some time alone.

and when you ask to be alone,
people find it rude and they even call you antisocial.

and when you stay amongst people with moody you
they say you're giving them attitude

like what am I supposed to do exactly
what do y'all want exactly?
why is society so freaking confusing and unappreciative
Someone tell me, Someone give me an answer please.
CP Mar 2018
hospitals remind me of you
the frail, the weak, the fed up
It’s been a year and I still think about you
It’s been a year and my chest still feels heavy
I tried my best to be happy and I still do every day but the thoughts of you rush to the front
My mind traces the memory of you in the bed
The beeping of the oxygen tanks
Your muddled voice
Your surprisingly warm hand but pink nose

the lump in my throat is supposed to go away, when will it leave me just like you did?

It’s been a year and I still find myself crying in bed, in the dark and busy bars, on busses and long walks
I want to hear your voice and stupid comments about greek politics

I know you’re resting in peace
I whisper quietly every night to you in the stars
but I still miss you
tell me how do I learn to rest in peace too, knowing you’re gone?
FRITZ Mar 2018
I don't leave anymore

I am vacated, with my
head stuck out the window I

left the real world; prayers stinging my tongue.

purples and blues and black
orange green blue.

there is a basket of rotting fruit beside me.

the night is cold it
eats at my fingers and they surrender to
numbness and the
anticipation that tomorrow will
be somehow better
still teases my brain.

there is fire hanging above me.
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Aaron LaLux Mar 2018
I wonder what you’d call it,
it as in this this life this waking dream,
this moment in time where feel we feel like we’re fallin’,
this feeling that we are everything,

how have you been,
how will you be,
stumbling around in my own cloud,
until I rain upon the sea,

sea,
we humans are messed up,
but it’s a beautiful chaos,
and that’s why I don’t give up,

live up,
to no one’s exceptions,
exceed all preconceived notions,
of what it means to make it,

I don’t call the enemy’s camp Hate,
even when it’s full of Haters,
this is a Love campaign,
it is not a status,

see I call the enemy,
The Darkness of Ignorance,
which is the opposite of Illuminati,
which is lit up in brilliance,

none of this is happenstance,
none of this is randomness,
there is an equation,
which add up to all of this,

this,
this,
this I don’t know what to call it,
this as in it,

I wonder what you’d call it,
it as in this this life this waking dream,
this moment in time where feel we feel like we’re fallin’,
this feeling that we are everything…

∆ LaLux ∆

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Leeann Rose Jan 2018
Yes I'm moody , so what !
I really dont care ..
Cause nobody was ever there.
Those early mornings and long nights. Im the one who wipe my tears through every fight.
With all my might , I had to pretend I was alright ... Im never in the mood. The fake love, the playing the fool.. The trying to smile, being anti social .. People i couldn't get use to.
I'm in my own world, being moody.. "Get out my face"! Im not a cutie.. My family yells upstairs to get my attention, come join the party ...
I was always missing.
In my room, all alone.
I couldn't be around anyone... I didnt want to..The depression took over, so that's why I'm moody.. You would know, If you really knew me!
Swastik Nov 2017
Once I thought,
"THE WORLD IS FULL OF dumb HYPOCRITES"........
I criticized them....
The next moment...
I turned to look back...
Nd there I saw was.....
MY OWN FACE.....in the mirror!
Nd....guess what!
I was speechless!......
Heavy Hearted Nov 2017
I am of November's start,
wild woeful, stubborn smart-
fighting life with drugs & art
to withstand urges, here I impart:
As water signs, we all have a sting
Once felt, forward tears we'll bring
each drop a note- a full song to sing
the melody a beautiful & tragic thing,
Music, wisdom, wrath & beauty,
facets of a cosmic duty

drawn in the stars, until they show
all trials of us Scorpio
21 year old Scorpion
Tink Nov 2017
Where all pulls me down.
Where life is bittersweet.
Where my heart is aching
and I can't shake it off.

One of those days
where choices have a bitter taste
and secrets are a heavy burden,
slowing down my energy
for the sake of everyone involved.

One of those days
where nothing seems right
but anything else would be wrong.
Where I wanna shout and scream
and let it all out.
But choices are done
and out of my hand.
Secrets a burden to carry till the end
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