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Bhill Aug 2019
**** it they said, without bowing their head, and forgot to mention they knew.
The story was told, of a trail of gold, that seemed too good to be true.

That trail it seems, was really a dream of the man that guarded the book.
The book was so old that the pages we're told, were faint, and gobbledygook.

What would you do if your trail's taboo, would you continue and go on your way?
Or change up your course, find a new source, and see how it plays out today?

Brian Hill - 2019 -
What would YOU do?
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
It’s been a week since the crash, first there were many of us, then there were few, then there were two, and now there is one; I am the one who survived on the others.
Celina Apr 2019
i am watching you play the piano from across the room
your eyes are shut, your lips mouth silent words
i see the melodies flowing through your body
your heads nods to the beat of the song
i hoped you wouldn’t notice
fiery brown meets icy blue
you smile kindly, i don’t
you are a taboo
you belong to someone else,
she is nice and kind like you are,
maybe she will be the love of your life,
i on the other side will be a silent admirer
you will never read this, i will never tell you
i am the quiet writer, you are the loud musician
i am thinking about you while you are thinking about her
a poem about love that wont be returned
adriana Apr 2019
it's better when you whisper it
even though we shouldn't
be talking about it at all
Lori Mar 2019
I cried myself to sleep as the thoughts of my fingertips on your skin lingered in my mind and how every time I'd think of our love I'd think of a taboo
You were always on my **** mind
Maria Etre Mar 2019
What's wrong with loving everyone
is that not all know how to
love back.
Van Byrde Oct 2018
her heart beats a tattoo
against my belly
her head rests
against my chest

giving love to a monster is taboo
and when she does it,
she thrills me
again and again and again
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2018
Rule was there
Crossing the border
Beyond the wall
Is the illness

And,
All stayed normal
Except
That curious one

Who turned out to be
A gladiator
Genre: Observational
Nis Jun 2018
So let's talk about suicide
and how it could have taken me
and how it still might.

So let's talk about suicide
and how childs not yet old enough to wake their minds
try to end their lives as we just sit by.

So let's talk about suicide
and how tired old folks cut their time too short
because they have noone to love.

So let's talk about suicide
and how self-harm is cause of laugh
and how one day it goes too far.

So let's talk about suicide
and how I never thought I'd see myself
writing about my own.

So let's talk about suicide
let's talk about mine
my first try I threw my knife before the red shone in my eyes.

So let's talk about suicide
and how my second try I mixed ***, Coke and bleach.
It tasted really bad, but I drank on.

So let's talk about suicide
and how I don't really want to **** myself anymore
but I guess there is something about me that makes me close to it anyway.

So let's talk about suicide
and how my last attempt will be at the bottom of the sea,
drunk with misery, drunk alone.

So let's talk about suicide
let's talk about it because it happens all around us
and talking is the best way not to break.

So I've talked enaugh, now it's your turn
I think suicide is one of the big first world problems we are facing and will be facing as a society in the future. I also think there is a huge taboo about it that only makes it worse, so here is my little something to fight against this taboo. If you've ever thought about commiting suicide, or now anyone who might, or maybe if you just self-harm to take some stress of, please speak up. You don't need to tell me, or make it public like I am doing (under a pen name) but tell someone, preferably a psychologist or a doctor, or at least someone that can get you one. Please don't let it sit inside you because I guarantee you it will grow. I love you all.
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