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cait-cait Jun 2018
im there when you want to
rip out your
hair and scream ,

knees on the floor, your face is
in my hands  .
                          .

there seems to be glass everywhere
you look
and
you're crying ,

you can see it.

i dont know who told you i was dangerous --
but

i can only be so kind .
who has ever thought about how i feel?

when i was little my mom had this vanity that was covered in mirrors and then draped with a cloth, and i have memories of trying to pull the cloth off to see the full thing, and also memories of being on her bed and being able to see myself where there were slits.
harlon rivers Jun 2018
An innocent glance at photo’s still waters
feeling a revenant song heard calling in the wind
as the tears come streaming
with the loving and the hurting

The heaviness … Oh the sweet heaviness
a fading heartbeat settles in palm of hand
with the accepting tears of merciful surrender

The weight of a fallen mountain
upon the footprints that held up an unseen world
Helpless to stand back up tall as a sky so far away

The substance of the unshouldered weight to bear;
evermore gazing unto the sunset to understand
the beauty of the light,.. and a hopeful sweetness
at the dimming of a longest day

An unknowable ache and suffering of the leaving ―
an orphaned love with a faith in contrary hopefulness;
a joy at the dawning, going home
toward the guiding light


harlon rivers  ...   June 2018
written after finding some pictures in an old suitcase stored up in the rafters ― musing a moment out of the blue, i was not prepared for
Mama earth Jun 2018
Nope to Cope.                            
                               ­                         Done with Hope.      
                                                     ­                              Only using Rope.                                                  
        Who has a Remote?!                                                         ­                                     Perfected Tying;
                        Finished Crying.
                                                Hanging Dying.
Forget about Dreaming;                                                        ­            
All Night She's Screaming
   "RAG DOLL"
I own copyrights
Kerstin Jun 2018
The past can tear at you
It can cut you open
Leave you with inflected rotting wounds
It can twist the blade deeper
Until you're begging to die
And worst of all
It can take you back
Make you feel like you did then
Rip your heart from your chest
And leave you without
Thank god it can't make you that person again
Caia Halmas Jun 2018
When looking for people,
you'll always find food.
So look for food,
and you'll find friends.
Cause that's how it always ends :
with good food on their hands,
a table surrounded by friends.
I hope you're enjoying a nice juicy whole roasted pig wherever you are mister Anthony Bourdain. You will be missed. This little ridiculous poem I just improvised obviously doesn't convey the amazing legacy you left behind, nor the incredible person you were. Thank you for sharing your adventures with the rest of the world : they've always been truly inspiring.
Petrichor May 2018
Flowers
have done nothing wrong,

yet we rip them
from their roots

and give them to people
who don't love us.
Dear little flower
the distance from there

to here

is too far

away
Rest in peace, Aunt Helena..
Haze Apr 2018
He didn't deserve it
He was always there for me
He never left my side
He knew when I was upset
He cheered me up when I was down

I will always miss him
I won't forget everything he has done for me
I can't remember life without him
I learned so much from him
I can't believe this is it
I will make sure his memory lives on
RIP Hammer. I'll miss you forever bud.
Tryst Apr 2018
To deny death brings no solace,
To defy death brings no peace,
To accept death bears no malice,
To embrace death heals no grief.
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