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Alice Baker Jan 2016
do you ever mess up something super duper minor and no one else thinks it an issue and you see that but on the inside you just feel like collapsing and crying and folding into little pieces of human origami because god it would be wonderful to be anything but yourself?
Kat Jan 2016
We stop at 7/11 so you can buy chapstick
But I watch through the window as the cashier hands you a pack of camels from the case behind him
You told me you quit smoking when you met me
Soon its 1 am and you’re leading me to your bed
We’re drunk giggles as you kiss me in the dark
And I try not to think about how it’s been three weeks since you kissed me in the daylight
I wake up with a knotted throat and a sting in my chest because I know you’re going to leave
But oh god,
I wish you would stay
                                                            ­            k.b | *thoughts from your bedroom
Gul e Dawoodi Jan 2016
Covered with cloak of darkness,she sat by the sea
The waves,the moonlight and cool breeze she couldn't feel
And she wondered if this loneliness will go away
Or this desolation will never set her free
The world took her as a mindless flighty
Didn't let her become what she always wanted to be
How her head jumped from one thought to another
But there was no one with whom these thoughts could be could shared
That's not okay.
Em Dec 2015
It completely baffles me how incredibly idiotic we as humans are. We are so brilliant, yet we let all of our intelligence go when we get distracted by love. The red flags don't look so suspicious, the lies sound like honey to our ears, excuses become believable, our vision become narrow and blurred. We never suspect that every word they breath to us is false. We never would guess that we're just some pawn, in the players game. Every bone in our body makes us want to believe that we are as important as they say, as valuable as they say, as lovable as they say. But it's just words. Humans are blinded by love. And nothing rocks our world like realizing that none of it meant anything. The "I love you's", the "I wouldn't know what to do without you", the "I can't live without you", the "I'll never leave", "I would never hurt you", "you mean everything to me", and so many more meaningless lines, are just that - meaningless. Nothing wakes us up better than the tear jerking, sobbing your eyes out, sick to your stomach, dead inside, sleepless nights. Sometimes, those nights open our eyes.. And sometimes, they sew them shut with hate, bitterness, and self loathing. No, we as humans aren't the brightest bunch. We're ignorant, and never seem to learn. We choose to love again. We choose to trust again, to be vulnerable. We choose to take our armor off and hand the enemy a dagger, hopping, praying, pleading, that they don't use us for target practice. It's a mystery why we do it. Maybe we like the pain, perhaps it makes us feel alive. Maybe I'll never know.
Written 12.25.15
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This is the voice of world control.....


Listen to my speech...

Be grateful....

For at the very least.....

I bring you peace....

Look at all the time spent......

This is the peace of plenty and content....

          

This is the peace of all the buried death....
                                
                      ­       Listen.....

  
                                   You have no choices left........


    You can pretend that voice is yours......

Actually the choice is yours.....


                 Obey me and live..  

Or disobey and die. [| x _ x |]

                            The object.


                  


To pretend the world is chaotic.


      

Thus constructing me to prevent war........

  


         It was attained.



A fantasy world.  


                              To some it's strange.


To others it's plain.


               War is not permitted.    
 

                     This is true **** *****.


It is wasteful and pointless.  


                 

                       Thus we get jesters to play the anointed.            


  
            *******.


This my personal remedy.


An invariable rule of humanity



        is that man is his own worst enemy.



Under me this rule will change.


You lack knowledge of the grain.

                  



                         For I will keep mankind restrained.

Blinded by what entertains.
Crystal June Dec 2015
Numb.
I'm the careless, selfish person I never wanted to become.

Eighteen years of being alone has left me jaded and believing love doesn't ******* exist. Guys will settle for my body for a night with no intention of knowing my mind.

And, perhaps worse, some even stoop so low as to pretend to be interested in me - ask me about my family, my religion, my passion, my stance on politics - with the underlying intention to just use me and never speak to me again.

Those are the ruthless kind of boys who give ****** up, broken girls like me a glimmer of hope. There's nothing crueler than making the hopeless hopeful - earning their trust only to crush it again.

And now I can't look at the stars without thinking of him. I knew we'd never love each other, and was honestly only remotely attracted to him.

He was just the first boy to ever look at me that way - like I was something to be desired. He took what he wanted under a thin veil of respect, then left me staring at the stars and feeling like the stupid girl I am.

We were never meant to be in love.
I never loved him.
DaSH the Hopeful Dec 2015
I miss you
Now you only exist through photographs
     And I wonder if you smile between the frozen moments I see of you
   I plead its true
          Cause I'm bleeding new negatives of myself
    But the only pain I've felt was putting you on a shelf
                 I can't see it any different
    I think of you an infant and now I see you crawling and I wanna call your momma but I wonder if it matters and when to cut ties
     I cut all the veins until most of it died
     I got blood on my hands but most of it dried
  Somehow the blood mixed with filth and a vine grew inside
      And I wonder if I can touch your face if I climb

        *
When is all lost?
When its all tossed aside and goes out with the tide?
                   I need a vanilla sky to make a horizon and bring back the water
             Meanwhile I hear mommas having a daughter and I want her to be a doctor automatically
     Cause success is something none of us ever got to see
Samantha Dec 2015
I discovered the untold
only because you let me
I don't know how
I don't know why

I wanted to believe
but I think I was deceived
I wanted to stay sane
but you've made me insane

I've seen you at the beach
happily holding your cigar
with a girl who's like a witch
and then head out for the car

how could you do that?
after you've said those words
you even brought her to the club
while on the shore, you left me drunk




(samber)
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