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I sit to think about it all
Eyes wide open, ready to fall
At any time, ready to give up
Almost gone completely
Slowly fading, smaller and smaller
The world i gave up on
People who gave up on me
I sit to think about it all
And i wonder,
With my eyes wide open
Who gave up on who?
Was it me?
Or them?
Will i ever truly know?
So, i sit back, and wonder
Will i make it?
AmberLynne Jul 2014
I've been happy lately
so most mornings
I wake up and it's all
sunshine and ******* rainbows.
But then a day like today
creeps in
for no apparent reason.
I awaken from restless,
terror-filled sleep,
melancholy and questioning
the worth of it all.
The penultimate question:
what's the point?
And I'm haunted
by my past escapes,
but I can't backslide.
I've come too **** far,
and that's the problem.
It would be too easy,
far too easy,
for me to get back
into those patterns.
But ****,
do they pound my head,
taunting me
in this moment of weakness.
And days like this
I question, second-guess,
criticize every ******* thing,
no matter how small,
seemingly insignificant.
I have somehow
transformed,
become worthless
in just a night's time.
And I know,
I know it's not fair
to everyone else
around me
because they get caught
in the crossfire
of my mind.
Poor things,
they hadn't a clue
this was coming.
****,
neither did I.
7.23.14
20something Jul 2014
the saying goes “we always want what we cant have”...
or something like that...
but this...
this is beyond want.
you not only take the weight off my shoulders, but you hold it with your own like its your pain to carry.
If you see I’m drowning you grab my hand, fingers intertwined tightly
and when our eyes meet I know I’m not going under,
because you’re stronger than the waves that threaten to overtake me everyday.
Sometimes the silence speaks so loud
and I can hear everything that you won’t say
She’s always been the shadow that lay between what could be
and what is,
but when it’s dark, you can't hide behind that anymore.
Funny how when the sun’s not shining I can see you better
You take me damaged and broken.
As I am.
Not trying to fix me,
but instead letting my shattered pieces cut your hands.
The blood flows freely from your skin,
yet all I can think about is who is putting your bandage on and
why
it's
not
me
PrttyBrd Jun 2014
You have had me in every way
Rising mountains and flooded hollers
Gifted with everything, and I have nothing left to offer but this
This treasure of depravity
As you clean the crevices and ***** my mind
Worship, slather,  repeat
You delve in fiending for the taste
and with each pass of that silver tongue my thoughts get more tarnished
And you get...all of me
Taken in heat engulfed in passion
Drilled to the core
Filled with rapasciousness
I offered a gift and I was chewed up and swallowed
Consumed fully
Wanton abandon in caveman style of take what is yours
And that...I am
6/29/14
PrttyBrd Jun 2014
Eyes blinded by passion as you grab my hair
Claimed as yours, you display proudly
And I  cannot hold still
Desire burns hot
You stick your fingers through my smile and make room
Room to claim me as yours, once and for all
A fistful of hair positions you inside of me
Eyes water with depth
Trying to breathe, I squirm
Held gently but firmly in place
A naughty smile and a Twinkle in those hazel eyes
No, you will not win,
Not this time.
For I am not yours
You are mine
My rod of molten steel
My elixir of life
Mine
Hold me in place and take it home
My eyes never leave yours
You watch intently as you disappear, repeatedly
I can't help but smile, though I have no room to do so
Warm and wet i take what you give
And when I am released
I find myself sharing the joy
6/29/14
Styles Jun 2014
Lost in your arms, but you can't feel me.
Looking in your eyes, but you can't see me.
Broke and still buy your lies; don't put the blaming me.
Touching my soul; paying the fee, you don't even know its me.
Wrong or right; the longer I write. The sleepless night notices me.
Broken my heart; one-millions pieces; and each they all hate me.
Isaac Fox May 2014
Running. Across the open green,
Mindlessly chasing, to what would seem
Like a pebble to this small world,
Nobody that knew him,
Could say his story was untold,
Because I could love to tell it,
Since I was two years old.

Every Saturday morning,
A stench filled the air,
One that was as awakening,
As a surprise that was so unfair.
It was him, cooking while we remained sound asleep,
It didn't really bother him,
He was the provider of this keep.

One won't realize what they have,
Until it is gone, o so gone.
He was the best dad,
That words unspoken toward him, couldn't even fawn.
Dedicated to my Grandpa Steve Fox
RIP
pookie May 2014
A full moon,
That's what I see tonight as I wake,
In cold sweats from bone chilling nightmares,
Shadows
Jump out at me,


I wake,
Cold,
In tears,
I think to myself,
There's nothing left nothing,
Darkness,
Sadness,
Sorrow,

My nightmares plague my nights,
Chase my dreams away,
Take away my sanity,
Replace it with depression and sadness,

There is nothing left,
Happiness taken,
Love taken.

All
Because of these
Nightmares
An experiment from waking up from one of my nightmares.
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