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shrumeling Jul 2018
I've heard artists always create more when they're in mourning.
I understand that now.
Nysa Jul 2018
All these years crying ...
Never realizing who I am,
The Destiny I wrote,
The laughter that I spread
The armor that I concealed;

All these years of waiting ...
Looking at the stars, as the light seems to fade away
Learning to recognize me
And always expect me,
To never be someone.
ambreen Jul 2018
She tumbled through her 20s, stammered through her 30s and sits comfortably in her 40s. With each fall, she endured numerous cuts, scars and bruises.

You would hardly recognize her. To the point where she became something.

She became a circle (but really her name nor her form matters).

Her name matters as much as where she got those bruises from.

Finding out who did it is not the solution, in fact it’s hardly the problem.

The truth is long gone before the court is even in session. It is dissolved into deep cravings for drama and mystery.

But remember to kiss their feet for their insincerity, their ingenuity, their ignorance.

Only by cutting, scarring and bruising, can we mold beautifully disfigured shapes.
levi eden r Jul 2018
i've outgrown myself many times over the past few years.
i've felt like a snake shedding it's skin,
revealing a new, hopefully better one.
the golden sky above me makes me feel like i have a chance,
like this New Me will last and all the hurt,
all the bad things will just be washed away.
but they aren't.
they follow me and hover over me,
telling me that i will always crawl back to there,
to that horrible and dark place.
i've never faced myself.
i see my inner self as a villain,
as the boss.
facing myself is something i have to do but i don't once what i'd do if i did.
would i finally accept that that isn't me anymore?
people tell me that my soul seems softer and kinder,
but i can't see it,
they can't see the darkness that follows my every footstep.
i didn't really know how to end it. um yeah, this isn't good but yeah it is what it is
fallendawn Jul 2018
Look
I am simple person
Just do one thing
Look
Look at me
As a person
That is derserving
Of love
Of your time
That you are not
Willing to give
Look
I am worthy
Of knowing you
Of getting to see
The real you
Look
At how much I want you
Look
At how my eyes are only
Towards you
Looking
Is what I should
Be doing
Because while your not
Looking at me
I am realizing on how
You don’t deserve my
Look
Chantal Jun 2018
To have an epiphany. To realize ‘wow, this is it.’
To see that not everyone has the same heart as you do. As humans, regardless of whether christian, Muslim, Jew or any other religion, we are predisposed to believe the idea that we should treat others the way we want to be treated and that by norms, if we are kind, we should expect kindness in return. But no one actually talks about how rarely, if ever, that happens. In life there is always a garden and a gardener but people haven’t learned yet to take turns and balance out that compliment. A gardener takes care of a garden for decades until one day, they turn frail and die. And the garden will either be tended to by another gardener or will wither away. The world is so full of harsh realities that are hidden. To say that there are only a few genuine people is completely and utterly wrong. For every person there are only a few genuine people. That is correct, so in that sense, yes there are only a few genuine people but in the world there are many of them. These genuine people become involved in a persons life one day and their intentions are undeniably pure. They give and give and give, and that’s the reason that every person only gets a few genuine people; no one realizes who the genuine people are around them, or if they do then they simply dont care enough to think, this person has only tried for me for so long, and I feel warmth in my heart because no one else tried like that.
-c.j.m
CC Jun 2018
Silly dreams,
Thoughts of perfection.
No mistakes,
No errors,
Just the perfect dream.
The realization hits me.
It is just a dream.
No more.
Reality hits hard.
I should have tied them tighter,
he thought to himself.
No point in focusing on what I did wrong,
or rather what I didn't do right.
He got up off the pavement
and without thinking
dusted off his knees.
The right one stung.
He looked down and took notice that
he'd shed skin.
He watched reluctantly
as a single drop of blood
fell off the **** of his knee
and landed on the loose knot of his shoelace.
Blade Maiden Jun 2018
I realize that
survival isn't
blowing out all my candles
so someone else can be my light
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