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Maria Etre Aug 2017
You can fight
yourself
for all the mistakes
that stitched themselves
in your past
but you can also ally
with the aftermath
that molded you
into that sculpture
you are today
I walk these halls and bitter cold rooms
With nothing but the thought of you
And sometimes I begin to wonder
If you did the things, I ponder.
Did you hurt a person badly?
Did you hurt a person, sadly-
I cannot stop these from coming-
Soon begin to fear the following.
Will we last a lifetime like we said?
As we lie down far away in bed.
Nothing goes down, nothing went wrong,
You stay polite as I think of this song.
How did I choose you?
My thoughts begin to shrink;
Nothing in my mind will go in sink-
And now I'm scared, a rhythm plays,
A song I know too well and still I stay.
I love the way to talk to me,
The words you say the way you speak,
And still I wonder why I think of it,
You say it's okay, and we both just sit.
We're quieter than what we were before,
Because I think of deception and of her.
The lies you say she told to them,
The lies you say, they still condemn-
And now I start to cry and hold a tear,
A tear that falls along beside my fear;
Of you I try to trust your word, your voice,
But the more I look, the better choice:
Is this all an act, a ***** game?
Upon a heart of darkness littered pain?
Am I in love, am I in Hell? I feel insane,
A story tell, about a long and ruined road,
A road I walk with me alone.
I say I love you, I say I do,
Questioning my reality too-
Holding your name way up high,
Should I really? Or should I,
Just say the truth and end the lies?
Before we die, before we die...
I want you gone, I need you still,
Just say my thoughts, I have the pills-
I love you, love you more than life!
For this is true I take my knife,
Hold it to my throat and sigh,
I love you, and to this goodnight.
I need you dead, I need you dead,
I see you in the mirror little tear I shed,
Am I dead? God am I dead?!
Is this hell, my Hell just as they said?!
This consant feeling of lifelessness,
I want it gone, need it to end!
I need me to be okay but the more I talk there is just more pain!
Condeming myself, holding myself accountable,
For things I didn't do I am not responsible!
And the feeling of guilt corresses my cheek,
I did nothing hear the words I speak!
It's all my fault I say to me,
I blame myself for I decieve,
Myself and only me, I know my pain it will not leave!
A poem speaks the rath of me,
The rath of me, myself and greed,
It is something I do not behold,
I show my kindness to the world!
And still I talk so mean about myself,
The thoughts I speak hang of my shelf.
They ask why I speak badly of me,
Do they not know what I see?
I am crazy I am sick,
Twisted in the mind I knit,
A woven scarf that I hang by,
A piece of thread to watch the light die.
A needle in my heart and lungs,
Pins and scissors scar the memories of fun!
Oh I am not normal I scream aloud
When no one else is near, around.
I narrate life in third person too.
And still these thoughts were ceased by you.
Annie Cynthia Aug 2017
The darkness within you,

It revels in you and teaches you how to grow.

It tells you a story that is no longer been told.
I see a lot of things people miss,
and am a lot of things;
those people don't see.

...even though sometimes
I want them to.
Vasco Shaelt Aug 2017
I only see flames, they tell me they exist, I do not feel any heat coming from them, but they insist on making themselves feel.

Existences that **** each other, with those feelings that I have discarded.

I let them be. While I am.

Destiny is the phrase that pessimists share.

Destiny is subjective, my mind has an end, a goal, a goal that I will achieve through a series of events that I will choose, not some ropes that will manipulate what I have to see at the end of the tunnel.

Destiny, it is for those flames that still want to emit their heat, they want the others to feel it as the one that burns the most. Those who want to be a great fire, without looking at their origins, the little spark they were and don't remember that "destiny" did not take them there, but the very creative force of the road.

And if there is to be such a thing as a destiny, we reach it every second, not because it should have been, but because of the step we took one second ago.
Lavina Akari Aug 2017
6/16

it could be good
feeling in extremes when positive
emotions surface.
unfortunately,
my intense emotion is easily influenced
and on this planet
everything good dies quickly

i wish i was good
freeing the mind Jul 2017
A lost soul sitting tense,
Still,
staring into the unknown,
all her problems flickering beyond her eyes
yet she stays silent,
the rare word,
one of positivity,
strong&driven always,
dedicated to the help of those seeking it
the care she shows; never ending
insecurities unseen to get through what really matters
family, at the center of every move
Love, strength & compassion the elements of her being
Arcassin B Jul 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


From emotional spectrums,
feelings are hellish,
i see the eyes , they shine , like everything was fine and dandy
in the gymnasium,
thinking there were some things i could have said,
there were some,

I could teach ya,
Remember when you had a crush on the teacher,
with the green eyes that passed by your desk for
attendance,
the hate filled jealousy that consumed my body,
that didn't mean on-going sessions of persistence,
i figured since we didn't talk,
i could introduce myself,
we can be study partners,
you don't ride the bus, you walk,
and I.
Am digging your personality so way over my head,
like what is reality, so gone,
why was everything so wrong?
your smile faded into clouds , whatever we had was strong,
i thought that in the moment of falling in love with
someone i connect with would never ever do me wrong,
you were on the verge of looking for attention,
i was on the verge of an annihilation,
instead of fighting bullies i was always in your corner
talking to you,
it was love , but i was feeling patient,

From emotional spectrums,
feelings are hellish,
i see the eyes , they shine , like everything was fine and dandy
in the gymnasium,
thinking there were some things i could have said,
there were some.
©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/07/beauty-described-pt2.html
Xyns Jul 2017
I'm the ***** with the addictive personality
And erratic mentality
Constantly escaping reality
Causing my ****** up morality
I feel like an animal; you've committed *******.
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