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Doll Jul 2018
She died,
she was broken,
was muted,
and then lived.

Her eyes were full yet empty,
like a blank paper there was nothing written down.
Her heart, filled yet hollow,
carved out by pain, sadness and loneliness.

She died,
she was broken,
was muted,
and then lived.

Her mind never walked away,
her mind never got over it.
After years, months, weeks and days.

How did this happen?
How do you live after trauma?
How am I supposed to live?

She died,
she was broken,
was muted,
and then lived.
Quick write down. Life after being in a lot of problems
Rafael Melendez Jul 2018
Why can hate for someone grow when you no longer know who they are? Why can we be sad when we're also happy?
Why do we exist in a world where everything is supposedly coincidental?
Were your feelings of hate for me coincidence, when you confided in me, and I in you? Or was it always supposed to end the way that it did?

Why do I want you to forgive me, when it no longer matters?
sanctuary Jul 2018
my love, can I ask you why?
why the stars I wait to see keeps shining even when the moon goes faint
why the stars last so long
why some die a quiet death, but some fall
and why it was easy to say you no longer love me the way you used to?
even when I chose to love you everyday, even when it hurts–especially when it hurts.
Hey, been away for a while from writing in general, but I guess when people are hurting that’s when the words come out right? Do you ever wonder why pain creates beautiful things?
Emma Jul 2018
Our religions are different.

Your god loves his creations
and takes care of them
and has a future planned out for them.
Your god created heaven and earth
and everything in between.

My god puts an unwanted child
in an already broken home and says
"here, have a fun life"
and leaves them forever.
My god created a planet
he is allowing to die
and he created vast dark space
and black holes
and he created monsters out of men and little boys.

Your god forgives and loves unconditionally.

My god holds grudges and gets revenge.

Your god is a kind-faced old man
sitting on a throne of clouds.

My god is a stone-cold faced judge
who towers over his people from his steel throne.

Your god created humans to be companions with each other.

My god created enemies and starts wars.

Your god has mercy and compassion.

My god has anger and fury.

We do not share religion
because I do not believe in the god you claim to praise.

The bible commands you don't worship false idols...
but what if the god you were taught to follow...

Is One
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Can I join your band?


Would you let me sing a song for you?
Could I come play bass guitar for you?
Would you like me to roll a spliff for you?
Would you like me to play this riff for you?


I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
Could you listen up?  Can you hear me man?


I need to reach up for the stars,
I need to drive a jaguar.
I need to travel near and far
And sing rock ‘n’ roll straight from the heart.


Because I’m a man and you’re the band
And this is what you’re missing friend.
Someone who can make up a song,
Someone who can help you rock the world.


I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
Could you listen up?  Can you hear me man?


Could I join you, up on the stage?
Could I write you a song to sing?
Could I scream with you full of rage?
Could I become a part of your hit record machine?


I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
Could you listen up?  Can you hear me man?


So what do you say?  Can I join the band?
Can I come and play my bass guitar for you man?
Could I help you write the occasional song?
If you like this, then just sing along.


I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
I wanna be part of your rock ‘n’ roll band,
Could you listen up?  Can you hear me man?


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
I have been stepping through furious fire
Pouring gasoline on flames
Frustration flows freely from your falling voice
Flinging our fatigued names

Emotions; turbulent winds in the stars
Feed burning sky, I am standing bare
I am hopeful, it scares me awake
Heart shatters to make me aware

I hear heavy nothings
Still reluctant to part
Words cut deep, though meaningless
Can't move forward, or go back to the start


I am sick of self-soothing my soul
Mouth opens to tase life so sweet
I am silenced, blinded, alone
Needing comfort, I am lost in defeat

Millions of little airy questions
Scald senses, are you going away?
I am numb, the pain fades to fear
Everything leaves, will this love stay?
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
Do you still love me like you once did?
Im starting to feel like you don't.
Where did those feelings fly off to?
I want to change for you but I won't.

Am I able to turn around and avoid a collision?
If not we will be left with more careless aches.
Is there enough courage inside these bones to be better?
Still making the same stupid mistakes.

Are you tired of my selfishness yet?
I can tell you are by the tightness in your jaw.
Didn't I warn you to stay far away?
It seems my ice is too thick to completely thaw.
I was right
Özcan Sh Jul 2018
I gave them a solution to their questions
But I just got more questions
Instead of a solution
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
**** could affect your memory.


Mom what was I like when I was younger?
What?  Huh?  Sorry I can’t remember.
You see I’ve been smoking this stuff, all my adult life;
My memories useless.  What were we talking about?


Me Mom, Me.  What was I like when I was a kid?
Oh you’ll always be Mommies little baby to me.
Yeah but Mom, I’m older now and what will I tell my kids?
When they come ask Daddy, what were you like in the Naughties?


When you were our age, what games did you play?
What music did you listen to and who was your favorite?
What music did you love?  And was there anything you hated?
Because I’d like to be an angry teenager and become an anarchist!


Because it’s clear you don’t care
About me, because you can’t remember.
When is my birthday Mom?  
Er…  I know it’s in November.
Oh thanks a lot Mom!
It’s not my fault.
I told you I can’t remember anything,
Because of this green stuff.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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