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Nica A Oct 4
... so many times.
so many opportunities, i let pass.
i say, i learned from my past,
but falling down the same hole,
do i ever learn, or do i just fail the same test?
i try. i try but why
do i... rush and develop an attraction
for another girl that i call my crush.
One, two, three people from my past, oh boy did it last?
no. but little by little did it break me.
so now i say i'm done until you came in.
afraid to face the truth
or maybe i'm just a fool.
KR Sep 20
I sit cattycornered from the nightmare
A bright light shifts into my eyes
A hope for others because a trick
I am blinded by my own misconceptions
A heart flutters to the sound of footsteps
A head hurts to the shatter of glass
I stand in the still of a night
A break for unrest
A run for the weary
I lay down on the bed of man
Search for the Sublime
Hello Prolly Sep 15
they ******
them up
they cried
they ******
they’re up
they cry
and ****
what luck
Jon Thenes Sep 1
Three is a crowd
Alone is a punishment
Two is partnership
until it’s criminally unbearable
Endure...

Look at her ; she’s  in love with life
Look away ; it’s simply just embarrassing

Encouragement
Angst
Malnourishment
It’s a merry go roundabout of battery

Look at him ; he has it together
Point and laugh ; those sleeves aren’t in fashion

Picture this ;
A World Unreined Of Thirst
A lost and found resolved
But then there’s a twist ;
We beg back the worst
We pup at Murders ***** teats
We’ve retreated
Shy from salvation
Summoned back on the coaxing cluft
Of our basic breeders feelings
A soul dehydrating salivation
Izlecan Jul 31
Attires of a closer regime,
Closed in on the muddling assets
of a light,
Flickering.
On a dead end street,
Through a meandering
There’s an eventful animus.
Past eleven,
P.M.
“To lobby is to redeem,
Apparently(!)
For I sin and repeatedly sin.”
Only by 1 and only through one
Single flock of wind-blown sediment,
man acknowledges life and
It’s dreadful stripe,
Laid upon a landscape;
Full of faux images of random schemes.
Well, there the ongoingness goes
Of moments that are no way chronologic
Where one plaster over another
Seems like a perfect match.
When the clock strikes to 3
A.M
Merely a sigh passes along,
Yet another minute,
On the cold street
The light knows no acuity at all.
It means for another tick,
Yet does not wait for the tock;
Tick-tock(!)
Tick-tock.
There lies 3 hour worth concurrence,
Confronted for each tock, for half a minute,
But only the seconds pass.
And with each skip that matters,
and only that matters nevertheless,
The clock goes back to
Eleven
P.M.
There(!) the gutter calls for another drink,
For another trace
On another strike.
However mournfully,
Escort of a humanly maze,
The muddling sort,
Births confusion.
The attires seem gone by now.
The heaves; quite impeccable,
The path adopts another protest,
For a much tackled breathing
Time overlaps,dreamily,
On a spectrum,
Laying as a single faceted imposture;
Mocking a postering of shed upon the pavement.
For another street that seemingly differs;
where the marching will always depend
(Regardless)
Solely on the counts of seconds
By the potency of motives
That merges as to defy
The years accounted
On the flesh and bone.
Now there goes another strike,
Audible over the plane
And
It carries on as
“To lobby is to redeem
For I sin
And sin
And sin
On a 3-hour worth strike,
Starting at 11
P.M,
Over another man’s bearing.”
Twalib Mushi Jun 18
I
follow your pattern
You
totally change
my nervous system
I
don't know what happen
Is it real or a game!?

Also
you
change my reputation
Nobody
I
should blame
Is it real or a game!?
This
question is rotating
In my head
is still vibrating!
Lost May 15
Lessons learned lessen with time
Time takes its toll on memories
And failures are forgotten until repeated

I feel like my mistakes mold my existence
Into rolling regret that snowballs it’s way
Down a steep and steady path

Watch me plummet perpetually
Falling forever
Down to my ****** destiny
Donna Mar 31
Burgundy flowers
Lie upon a chimney breast
Making walls pretty
:)
How different will it be if her laugh
was fleeting.
The sound would be deafening.

How difficult will it be to talk about
her grace.
There will be no trace.

How detrimental will it be to forget those
sparkling eyes.
They were full of lies.

How Dark will it be if her breath
was fading.
Oh, can the birds please sing?
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