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Matthew Jan 2019
He was someone who was thrown into the bland beige walls of his “school”
Interminable hours spent staring at the shining blue beyond his reach...
Only to be comforted by the violent wisps streaming from his parents mouths puncturing his heart
His vacant black mind only able to realize that he couldn’t
Reach that blue
Ever
He could stare at its inviting villas
But never be….

Until one day he took one of those many knives
From the drawer and his heart
And ran over to the blue
Piercing his soul with all those words
Painting over the lovely blue with his deepest red
And before he closed his eyes he could hear the bluebirds and cardinals sing
Yet another old poem of mine
adriana Jan 2019
i don't really want to get with you,
but all i need is something to get me through.
Sehar Bajwa Jan 2019
you say i dont write
anymore. youre right.
so here's a little something
about how i cant think of anything
except the uncontrollable
beating of my highly unstable
heart that races unabashedly
every single time i see
you turn back to look.
read me like an open book.
i cant help but stare.
when you catch me unaware
I'm blushing like you didnt notice
the lovesick and utterly hopeless
romantic you dont know me to be.
its a fairytale I want, this fantasy.
I'm obsessed fairly possessed
wishing youre maybe impressed
and realize I'm the special someone
you've been looking for since day 1
i can only write love poetry these days
i dont fully comprehend this phase
yet ; utter perplexity. do you realize
I'm drowning within your ocean eyes?
do you too feel this way when you find
me aching to know whats on your mind?
whats taking you so long why cant you believe
that my darling we were always meant to be.
sometimes the biggest way to say something is to say nothing at all.
Garrett Johnson Jan 2019
Love holding soul spirit.
No way out alive.
Terrified.
Only until dawn we can run away.
Hold you in my arms.
Corner of brain to wallow in.
Willows weeping.
Time is what we live in.
As everyday was the last.
The End.
Pictures to haunt for.
7 miles.
To town.
These fields we divide.
Never.
Inside we must Live.
Live.
Beautiful Friend.
Only Friend.
Hold my realm of love.
Kiss it with solace.
Tangled in sheets.
Shy and delicate.
For the order of disorder.
I tell to *******.
Is eroding.
And we’re in the lagoon.
Just Floating.
We become the dwellers of our pleasure.
Lost
bonvkiller Jan 2019
still i cant see
why you'd lie
you know were both wrong
and i know this time,you will come back
this time i wont go back
this time i wont crack
i wont let you slip in my broken edges to fill me like glue
to hold me together and make me new
i want to feel the raw pain of being torn apart
i want to feel what its like to get cut
its been a while
Vic Jan 2019
A new year has started now,
And for my new year's resolution,
I'll be nicer to myself.
Most likely i'll fail though,
But well,
Then i'll have another year,
There will be more time.

Time to laugh
Time to write
Time to fail
Time to put on really bad make-up
Time to be with friends and family
Time to watch a movie at 2AM wrapped up in a blanket
Time to eat your grandma's apple pie
Time to sit in a park
Time to play hide and seak
Time to break a chair
Time to hike
Time to love
Time to buy a stupid gift for your very best friend
Time to hug someone
Time to try and make a life-changing decision
Time to listen to music
Time to sit down and stand up
Time to do nothing
Time to stress
Time to hide your feelings and emotions
Time to cry
Time to break
Time to feel nothing
Time to cut yourself
Time to take pills
Time to drink alcohol to drown your problems and
Time to wish you were dead

Happy
New
Year
this just came to my mind at 1AM so i decided to write it, not the best one i wrote. a feedback would be appreciated!
adriana Jan 2019
you're the only person i know that says my name in texts.
the only person that says my name at all, really.
in the end, it's the least meaningful thing that you say,
and that's really saying something.
names have power. mine, specifically (to me at least).
Colm Dec 2018
The bare earth
The scratched skies
The predictable people midst their ponderous lives
And I live to see them over time
As they progress towards somethingness
Towards no outcome which will leave any of us
Alive
Watching towns
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