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Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
9-5
Eyes tired, mind exhausted
8-4 or 9-5
Put in the time
Count down the days
Wake up and repeat
Poetic T Apr 2019
life's ****** up
          before you have

a red bull and co-codamol

then everything has wings..

              and nothings a pain
                               its just numb,

till reality

          hits 5 minutes before bed,




Then who gives a **** till tomorrow.




                      Rise and then repeat....
Erian Rose Apr 2019
You don't remember
how I had ran
You don't remember
how I didn't say a word
You don't remember
the pain you gave me
You don't remember
how I left
You don't remember
the words I repeated
You don't remember
who I am
You don't remember
how I searched for you
You don't remember
all the denials...

You don't remember
how many times I've lied to you...
Because I still love you...
And you don't remember...
A poem of some memories..I'm willing to share...
TheWitheredSoul Mar 2019
He is someone who is capable of loving alot.
He is someone who is capable of caring alot.
He is someone who is capable of protecting the things he
love to an impossible extent.
But
He is the one marked with a
disdain.
No She He finds
will ever be capable of feeling the light thats inside of him.
Jodie-Elaine Mar 2019
Walking              to             meet            fate
you walk in and you’re sat on a cushion mid
room
*******               out                  your                   insides.
This whole thing happened years ago.
Urban legends laugh as you say your own name
three times in the mirror
you’re                         still                            there
Collection: PERFORMANCE ARTIST POETRY AND BRAIN FARTS FOR UNSOLICITED MICROWAVE HEADS
lovelywildflower Mar 2019
the sound of your laughter is my favorite song and it's constantly on repeat in my mind.
River Reed Mar 2019
Suffocating loneliness
Drowning—deep seas of nothingness
Clenching fists
Squint through an emotional mist

Everyone will wallow
But what follows such sorrow?
A repeated pattern
As the rings circle Saturn
So too—your mind attempts to fathom

                                                                     Around and ‘round(?) them.

Trip, chase, flip, brace
Circle back
Nothing lies ahead
But dread and your tear tattered torn face

Push aside pleasures
Once valid safety measures
Empty—to be forgotten forever?
Unfortunately never

                                                                         Reach out—take a chance.

I…

Miss what once was, us two
Left stains of sadness, residue
Let words become lost, misconstrue
Feel excellently engraved, worn tattoo
Am at the end of your line, long queue
Was stupid, so Boo outgrew
Did all that I could, untrue
’m stuck—skin tugged, like glue

But all that choked through was—
I miss you

Seen—and scene

The cycle begins anew…
Ten hours and forty-two–
Poetic T Mar 2019
If I always relived the same day.

                                  The only thing
that I'd never get fed up of seeing
                                                 is you.
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