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Destiny Fleming Sep 2015
You’re the painter
and
I am the canvas

You mix blues
and purples
into my skin

Your brushes
are the fists
of a flawed
childhood

I am the pale canvas
of
love

I am patient
as your anger
swells

I wait for
your artwork
to form along
my skin

This is sick
I know
But all I can
say is

“Paint me
and
Make me beautiful” -DDF
stay strong, loves
Unknown Aug 2015
You wake up everyday for school
feeling like your not as cool
there all calling you a fool
and their laying down the rules
they all call you so many names
you feel like your drowning in a pool
school isn't for learning anymore
its just becoming hell for some
just because they wanna be a ***
thinking its all fun?
nah its actually pretty dumb
people becoming numb
from all this hate
hoping someone could try and open a gate
try and get them out all this hate
... before its to late
why tho?
because she's not as rich
and you wanna be a *****
well listen here honey
how bout you go crawl in a ditch
everybody has there own story
not everybody can be wearing abercrombie and fitch
so listen here ***** you can hop off now
and give yourself a bow
I don't know how
but take a bow
congradulate how much hate you make
because they found the girl you were bullying
not only in depression but dead in a lake
when are you gonna wake up and realize
this **** isn't a joke
Ever need someone to talk to? I'm here for you. I understand everybody
Racheal McKnight Jul 2015
Beauty is everywhere,
And some is hard to see.
Sometimes you don't know,
How beautiful you are to me.

Beauty is in everything,
In people and in art.
To take some time to notice it,
Is where you need to start.

You will always be beautiful,
No matter what people say.
Beauty is inside of you,
Every single day.
Ananya zootz Jun 2015
The time sways
Forth and back
Through the light
Happiness shines
Smiling bright
Everything that felt fine
Now are crowded in a sack
Closed, taped, not my way
It kills me,little slow deaths
To have them go with
A part of me alive
Why do the cure of emptyness
Has to have an end
Left with that painless ache
That creates a hole deep in pain
A member lost in my chaos
Returned by their ignorance
In the place which thy fitted
Now asks for coverage
It can't even be masked
For they cutted it broad and wide
It kills me,little slow deaths
To have them go
With a part of me alive.
That they never feel
How my elated heart smiled
When their smiles were around
They never cared for what
I gave up in the flick of eyes
Mesmerised by the sunkissed times
All they did was,
Find the ink to my page
And filled me up with their
Promising words
All they did then was
Give up on me
When they found that
I was filled up to brimm
So they took away me from me
With some that belonged there's
And with some that I never cared.
All they did was left me bereft.
I felt devastated for I actually pass the words I say. I have lost the shine of my daylight, life is there with its usual casualties, but those aren't who brightened the night.
axr May 2015
It's so lovely to know that I haven't pressed the blade to my skin in a year.
Abigail Night Apr 2015
Ana
I first saw her when I was a young kid
she didn't see me because I hid
She was very pretty
but looked at everyone with pity
she was so small
yet she was so tall
she didn't know me
but she could
and she would

we were now teens
where i could be seen
i wanted help
i hated myself
but she was there
she told me what to wear
she said we were friends
till the end

she saw how i thought i was fat
said she would help me get flat
it will be a big fray
but do as i say

she told me

eat less she said
you wont have dread.
lose more weight
you already ate
your so close
pretty like a rose.

just like a rose in a flash of red
i was dead
i was so light
not daring to take a single bite
i was gone
just before dawn.
the self hate was still there
Ana didn't seem to care.

she stood next to the grave
there the last gift she gave
a wicked smile
and took another name from the file.

this was her plan all along
a long twisted song
it was so wrong
now i'm gone
because of that self made demon spawn.
Ana Anorexia has killed me.
You're not alone...
Rusty Apr 2015
Going through so much ****** up **** and having it all dealing with important ( **** that matters so deeply to you ) things In your life just ***** a person up. And with a negative soul taking over every thought of happy ones, is just all bad for a person. Especially for a person like me. Demons are real, very real. They torture you in ways that's so dark, scary and ******* weird, they have nothing but deadly motives. All that scary **** is real, but so is happy, and loving things, the "dark" world in a persons mind are very interesting and so curious to knows about. But the happy, live, positve world is the world for me. You feel so alive, you feel yourself, you feel like just changing the world, learning new things, you feel like a walking soul in s human beautfil body. Love yourself and don't get to curious with the curious dark side of yourself. Cause its not a place for anyone
josin137 Mar 2015
I have a message,
To all those out there
Who have been hurt, betrayed, and lied to
I say this once,
I’ll say it again
Stay strong,
Wait for tomorrow
A brighter day
A day that will arrive no matter what
But will you be there?
Yes, you will
Tomorrow will be the day
You smile, with all your heart
And laugh, with all your might
Be there, be happy
Show them,
Who you truly are
The strong, powerful and bright
The person they’ll regret
Throwing away
Like useless trash
Make them think
Make them want you back
And tell them,
NO
This is a message,
Stay Strong.
Stay Strong, Love Again
Death-throws Mar 2015
I lack inspiration, when sound does not riddle the causeways of my mind
when echos bounce less around my cranium and more from my lips i find..
solace,
solace in the fact that no longer am i directed from indirect communications but more from the sound i make,
i learnt to grasp the steering wheel in both hands and turn sharp in the corners,
i learnt that without sound echoing through my ears my eyes work with pinpoint accuracy..
i never noticed the way the grass grows over old cobbles..
i never noticed the way my heart beats
the way it skips, and bleats,
i learnt not to be a sheep, but a profit,
a guider to the blind,
don't tell them I'm blind as-well
because it doesn't matter if i can see or i cant
it does not matter if what i say is truth or lies
but if the fiction of my antiquity compels you to lift your heart up
brings joy from the desolation of your mind but to the fore front of the battle field that is your life i have achieved something incredible, I've achieved peace
peace through happiness, joy through inspiration so read on!
read on young soldier,
your broken mind and battle ready battle wounds are bound too tightly by your compassion to conform
take of your bandages and read on! read forwards and on wards and strive to learn, why
why young soldier i know you've never been trained
and i know your mind is ill with discontent and i know your shoes are whittled to your socks and i know
i know how hard it is to stand with two broken legs and only the solace of that barren bare cranium to lean on
but in my antiquity young soldier
i have learnt that we are all warriors
fighters along a broken line standing our ground against greater odds then you could ever conceive of battling...
i know young solider that many will fall and die
and many will perish to broken minds and hearts and souls,
but the ones who make it through this perishable existence, the ones who fight beyond any compassion  beyond any reason,
god I've met boys who will tear out each others throats with their teeth I've learnt that men are shells of creatures that have never been fully understood,
my existence has been about 
nothing but fighting
and now i have reached an age where i can lay down the rifle of my words, i can leave my blunted knives to rust in a back closet i realized young soldier
the agony of your existence may seem like the end, but its just the start.
and when your reach a  point in your life where you can rest,
savor it,
do not let someone tell you how to exist without your consent , do not fight a battle you do not want to fight,
stand your ground young soldier
re-reinforcements are on the way
*L.G
for a friend whose struggling... chin up bub x
Camila Jan 2015
In my mind you will always be safe ground,
and while I´m away working the night shift,
wishing to quit and run back home,
I´ll remember how you kissed me
and I wont be alone.
RM
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