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Six feet under,
Down the drain.
Lie my feelings,
Is my luck.
Six feet under,
Under this dirt.
Is my hapiness,
Is my love.
Six feet under,
Or hidden anywhere.
Depression is here,
Right inside me.
Six feet under,
Where we live.
I try to
Cover this sadness.
Six feet under.
I try to hide,
Alcohol, Drugs, Cigarettes.
I'm slowly suffocating.
I write a small poem every dat, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #7
Wesley Dotson Feb 11
Stubborn and cross,
Gross, and seldom lost.
Thank you for holding my hand,
On New Years.
I guess it meant a lot to me.

You’re writings have been an inspiration,
Much so that I feel like I won’t have a dream of my own.
I would follow yours to the end of the earth though,
Because much like you I
I am awfully beautiful,
Stubborn, and cross
Gross, and mostly lost.
I’m afraid that I do this all the time. I’m worried i’m Infatuated with another person. But they always have potential to mean so much to me, and I don’t know if that’s wrong or not.
Äŧül Feb 8
I looked into your eyes,
Hoping these to be true,
What I didn't see were lies.

I dreamt about you, please,
Holy Love of mine were you,
Who new loves you better than me?

Innocent they look as pure as ice,
Hopping without any rue,
When did I not see the lies?

I hoped for it to sustain long,
****, I didn't know they'd rust,
Where should I sing my swansong?

I trusted your romantic promise,
How you broke my trust,
Why these deceiving eyes?

I now suspect that you lie,
Hey, you can't cheat on me,
Whom new did you learn to love?
My HP Poem #1731
©Atul Kaushal
Patrick Feb 2
Family Tree - Outed On A Limb
IncholPoem Jan 15
Bake  your  legs
on  fire
on  street.

The  strays  may
not  bark  !

Bake  your  brain-ideas
with  newspaper's

the  morning  
may  not  bark

Bake  your
back  pain
towards  the
finishing  fire.

mae Dec 2018
Far away from today,
There is something vital I must say
Your life meant ******* dirt to me
6ft under was your destiny.
sara Dec 2018
you don’t owe anybody
            other than
Abby M Dec 2018
A guitar has six strings
That when struck as one note
Can elicit a sound
Far beyond a mere throat
Yet a voice can sink ships
Or at least it's been said
Can a six-stringed guitar
Claim one person that's dead?
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