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Beck Dec 2014
why did you come here?
for the joy of poetry
or to wallow in self pity

do you write
with a passion for life
or a desire to finally     pick up that knife

stop
crying
i know its hard
but for once,
tell your demons    no
no.
today you will take a walk outside for the first time,
you will keep your head up
no.
tell your demons goodbye.
and your angels, hello.
Kelsey Dec 2014
So one of my friends is dating this guy
And they're so cute it's unbelievable
But I feel bad because I can't help but wish
That I had a life like hers.

This girl is amazingly pretty
She's nice and outgoing
She's smart in class
Plus she doesn't do illegal ****.

I'm on the opposite end of the scale
Where I have guy friends but have never been asked to a formal dance
I'm probably not as pretty as her
At times i'm kind of shy, depending on my day.
I don't feel like I'm that smart because
I'm a white girl surrounded by Asians.
And then I do rebellious things to get back at my parents.
I drink and smoke and party and lie etc.

Every day I just wish
My life had turned out differently.
Just one different decision,
And it would all have been changed.

But most of all,
I wish I wasn't hit on by creepy  guys on the street
Just because I'm white.
This happened today
And the guy said he was a police officer
But I think he was full of **** tbh.

There was also this old guy, like 75
Who told me where he lived
When I was walking my dog
And then showed me his skin condition
But asked me to go to his house with him
I just walked away slowly

I wish that I was special
To some guy that actually knew me.
Not some weird as ****** on the street
Who wanted my facebook.
Silence Screamz Nov 2014
Stand fell weep
No falter at all
Bruised on the side  
Hardest to fall

Crashed and broken
Picked you up
Holding tight

Different race
******* lace

Fall into me
Hannah Anderson May 2014
I think I love too easily.

I find it so simple to pick out the best traits in somebody.
I like to know what makes people tick and what makes their pupils dilate. I can fall in love with the way they talk about
their favorite shades of color
and the way they pick out groceries.


I am interested in the way people take their coffee
and if they prefer tea better.
and why
herbal
caffeinated

I find myself loving people for their laughter
and the crinkles beneath their eyes when they smile.
And I think it’s so cute whenever they suppress their grins
when they think of something funny or memorable.
I love the way people talk about life
and what’s on their mind;
it’s nice to know that there is more
more to discuss than the sounds on mattresses
and the type of plant they inhale.
You are beautiful.
I love the way people spill their hearts out when they’re happy
or when they’re sad.

Sometimes, when they don’t let me love them,
it makes me want to love them even more.

And even when they don’t love me back, I still continue to love.
cr May 2014
my face smashed against the concrete
when you kicked me from your
life; i'm still picking jagged stones
from the spaces between my
teeth. because of this,

i don't smile
anymore.
i don't like it when people leave.
N E Waters Oct 2013
Couldn't eat so
I smoked a cigarette,
now all I've got is shallow satisfaction,
bad breath.

But I'll pick my scabs, just to
remind myself,
Pick my scabs
as if I could find myself
finger-deep in my own left thigh.

Missed you today,
I turned the TV on so I wouldn't
feel alone, and
let reality slip
away.

And I pick my scabs to remind myself,
Pick my scabs to encourage better health
And I pick my scabs so I can know they're healing

I always fell in love with
moments, never with the man.
I danced through stars to
love songs I couldn't understand

And I pick
my scabs, just to remind myself
And I pick my scabs,
just to pretend to know
how scars are birthed from blooming skin

Pick my scabs like I wish I
could crack apart my shell,
let it shatter
let it shatter

But you can't see it, so to you it doesn't matter.

Flesh will always lie, but my keloids will remember.

Bitter past will grasp upon you
but surviving is what matters.

So I,
pick my scabs
to remind myself
super old.

— The End —