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Robert Ronnow Aug 2015
Dear Robert
                I'm enclosing the warranty
                                 for your shaver In case
anything should happen
                I've circled the address
                                 where to bring it

Dad still isn't feeling
                well and is going
                                 this week to the doctor I can't
imagine
                what can be wrong -
                                 but I'm really getting concerned

Oh!
                by the way
                                 did you mail
that letter
                to the bank
                                 I hope
so

Today
                we are going to a wake
                                 for Phyllis Spina.
She died
                on Saturday -
                                 acute leukemia.

Your brothers are fine
                they're off -
                                 Yom Kippur
All else is
                okay Love
                                 Mom
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mk Aug 2015
losing my mind;
no wait,
**i'm "fine"
silly little cliché poem
Sean Harbor Aug 2015
I was purchased, used, and thrown out.
I got to see a few good times. Usually blurry or something got in the way, but it was still sort of ok.

The cycle starts over.

I'm purchased, used, and thrown out.
Once again I see wonderful things,
but usually posed and fake.
It was still sort of ok.

Until the cycle starts over.
kaylan joseph Jul 2015
I want to speak mind but the screaming in my head always lead me to another dark pit
Another struggle
Me resisting that you resent me
Fighting a memory of something we used to be
So when you ask if I'm okay
Okay is the best I could be
Lovey Jul 2015
I have my questions still un answered.
I have my past still in my mind.
I have pain still i always will.
I've cried countless hours.
I would wake up in wonder of why im alive another day.
I woke up today with the first smile on my face for 2 years.
I have not cried in 5 days.
I have not shed a single tear.
I went to sleep and dreamt for the first time in a long while.
How this happened i am uncertain of the reasoning.
I have come to be at peace.
Believe it or not.
I am me.
I won the one fight i thought i would lose my life to.
But ive come to climb out of it.
Slowly.
But maybe just maybe people are right about things becoming better.
I may only have this feeling for a short time.
But i am surely glad i have it.
Right when i was at the edge of dying.
I came to finally have peace with my past.
Which is a miracle.
Thank you.
To the one person who filled the one impossible whole.
Thank you to the person who has stuck around still may not be as close but we still speak.
Thank you to the person who wrote the one poem for me that suddenly changed me.
Not for bad but pushed me towards this.
Thank you to the people who hurt me so much people say its impossible i am alive.
Thank you to those who came to me for help, cause you taught me to help myself.
Thank you to those who left me on my own, I've become strong once again.
Thank you to the dear person that's filled my whole heart and mended it since the day you met me, you kept me heart whole and from breaking, if not for you i'd never finally be ok.
Thank you for holding me while i cried, Thank you for making me smile, thank you for letting me steal your jacket :P.
Thank you for being there.
Thank you to everyone who's been there good or bad.
She says she is lesbian
I fix a cup of Oolong tea
I just needed someone to talk to
She is looking straight through me
She says her heart is broken
I see the pieces all around
I just can't be alone now
Your the only one I've found

So the night made up a midnight
And the music made up songs
And she built up her castles
Before they came tumbling down
And she looked just like an angel
One without her feathered wings
And I wanted to kiss her
But she collected only Queens

The night turned into daylight
She said she had to go
But she wanted to thank me
Most people would've said no
And then she hugged me
like a big brother to me you are
Then in another second
She was driving off in her car

And she looked just like an angel
One without her feathered wings
Still she flew on without me
An angel without any rings
And my heart was breaking
Fool you can't be this way I say
Still she was an angel
Without a halo to display
Lauren Leal Jun 2015
You say you are only ok
Here now and the next day
You should listen to what I have to say
So that you don't get lost in your own fray

I will change your mind
The right words I have to find
So that you can see
the happiest you can be

Doing what I can from afar
Leave your mind ajar
Your voice tells me everything
trapped to the ground with a clipped wing

Give me a chance to show you
What I can do
If you give me a smile

You will see, you can be happy even if it's only once  in  *awhile.
For someone in the distance.
Ok
When you feel like dying keep living
But why for what just to get hurt again
Just to break more
Just to die a little bit inside
What's the point
Ill be ok and be ok
Until what until I'm not
Why even feel it if it is just gonna go away
Why even breathe to be just ok
We live and live
Give and give and give
And were ok were always oh ******* k
Dr Zik May 2015
Hi
Come on
OK
Thank you
See you
Good Bye

and perhaps
I can't do that

but I often observe it all
as a silent picture fixed on a wall
in your deep eyes
about to fall
Zik Poetry
TAB May 2015
I've been trying to find myself
With my eyes wide shut
And the visions of the future
Keep changing
And my head and heart
Keep paining
When I think about it.

I don't know what I want
Just what I don't want.
That's good and bad.

I just keep grasping at air
To catch me before I fall into an abyss
I just keep grasping at air
To catch me before I shatter to pieces.

No one sees
No one cares
No one notices
Because they don't ask
Because I don't let them know
God I'm falling and falling
But ironically
My fingers can never let go
Of the atmosphere
That lets me fall
Oh who am I to call?

I just keep falling and falling
Grasping at dreams with my eyes wide shut
Bracing myself for the pain
Of either wings sprouting and letting me soar
Or from crashing and my skull cracking on the floor
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