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Pseudonym May 2017
Drowning in my thoughts,
alone in distraught.
Seeking a way out of this place,
this never-ending nightmare.
Out of options,
alone and depressed.
A few cuts away from a deep,sweet slumber.
The blade cuts deep beneath my skin,
blood steadily trickles down my arm,
as I say your goodbyes.
All before comforting darkness consumes me,
leaving this hell-on-Earth behind.
They won't miss me will they?
Never mind, it doesn't matter anymore
Stillinski2405 May 2017
"It will be okay" is what they want me to say,
but the truth is  I don’t believe in that day.
When sun comes out and the birds shall sing.
All I want to do is go out and play on my swing.
But I am scared to fall off, with more scrapes and bruises.
The marks I have from those abusers.
I know I am brave and strong.
I shall conquer  all that is wrong.
So you shall not do this to me,
because I am finally free.
So I stand before you as a strong soul,
because know I shall bestow.
The truth nothing but the truth and only the truth
AB May 2017
You're my only friend.
My only companion.
You're my only rock
In this storm.

Sometimes I think
I'll be just fine without you.
But you're my only sanity,
My only way to know how to feel.

You're my only friend,
And you're two thousand miles
Away.
Loneliness seems to hit me in waves and I don't know how to stop that
Sarah Boon Apr 2017
The unexplainable feeling
of feeling
wanted
Wanted: for pouring matches into my vessel
My toes tremble in dewy grass
My heels sank into the earth
It's difficult to be difficult,
I know this.
Grab my lungs and shake it like a toy,
but please don't break my heart.
I would never give somebody broken glass as a gift,
So I can understand why you can't handle me.
For fear of being cut open,
because you were looking for a hug
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Lovers come,
They linger,
Then leave.
And what stays behind lovers,
Is gaping emptiness,
A lack of aim,
A solo game.
My HP Poem #1440
©Atul Kaushal
CR Franklin Feb 2014
Gee
i see it all around me; stalking
i can't help but notice staring.
never blinking, never resting.
its passion will never wane.
all considered, i'm not insane.
just because our eyes stay meeting,
doesn't mean my mind is lacking.
i can see the top and the meaning
Cameron Banowsky Dec 2016
Bury My Head

Drive away from this place
nothing left here but empty space.
Bury my head hide my face
I bury my head hide my face

Looks like empty wins  this race.
Empty takes the day.

The heart we shared won't beat the same.
There's nothing left here
except for this change.
Bury my head hide my shame.
I have to bury my head, hide my shame

Time wins this  race.
Time takes the day.

Now this anger it
eats me away.
How do I stop what I can't change?
Now this anger
it eats me away.
How do I stop what I can't name.

I think I'll bury my head -- hide my face
I think I'll bury my head hide my disgrace.
Pilgrim Aug 2016
Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney
Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes
Counted each the millimiles covered
Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly.
Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides
Beated around the alcoves amok
Ridges passed the marooned trails
Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals
Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness
True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts
The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner
By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace
Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled
Blinked all the roof to rugs
Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks
Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring
If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends
Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow
Only the body grazed the maps with pointers
Though insatiably leveed
Kept retention the coursing shadow
Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits
Life was near but the abstainer failed
Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique
There appeared
Scorched canopies along wilted flora
Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death
Physique deceived self the core truth
Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna
Several followed the imperishable conflict trail
Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension
Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers
Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers
Raise up , were the victories thristled down?
Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations
Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions
Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows
Flip sorties pariance spurts
"The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow
A false belief, light rays on physical body sums to shadow
Leila Valencia Jun 2016
I feel like a drip

Course toes tickled the silked fringes

Willow brushes tasted the night

Watching it blow. Willow leafs' tips caressed nights glow
Swaying to the trumpet's  highest notes

Swamp like creatures lure in my shadow. Creeping on the moon's glow.

I feel like a breeze

Wheat meadows captured my essence in two breathes and one fervor

My growth hidden in midnight's blow.
Dampening the wrists to swim - breathe it's  green

I'm not every spirit, free - risking to capture a misted, darkening dream
Summer Series #3
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