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Shayn Powell Apr 2018
I sit and ponder

My hip and knees hurt like no other

You ever wonder
About your age?
Growing old,
Unable to escape

I do
It’s frightening
My emotions
Spiraling

Think about this
Its enlightening

Yes, we grow old
But today is the
Youngest  i’ll ever be.

That’s something to think
about If you ask me.
Growing old and never getting younger, think about it and ponder.
kenny Diamond Apr 2018
My mind is blocked
The only thing my body feels  is the sadness
The tears no longer flow
My heart scared and torn
I wish I? could  break this
The sadness is my cancer flowing in body with no care
I wnt scream but no hears me
break free  break free break free
My words  are the pain  that give  this  hope
Lora H A Apr 2018
It´s cold.
Rain pouring.
Me overthinking.
Barely talking.
Why would we care?
At this point,
Everything is ripping us apart.
We need to feel,
None.
I pour down into tears.
Wishing you can hear.
I gave you my best years.
Now, that we say things clear.
Let´s go somewhere peacefully.
And clarify once for all,
That we need to feel something,
And we don´t.
Ben Apr 2018
I'm sick of all lies
I've heard it all my life!
Just tell me who you like
Tell me the truth for what it is
I hate hidden things
I wish it'd be clear
If I was never "him"
Just some thoughts, I know my worth,but not knowing things from the people you love... hurts.
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
Do you think this life
Of failure and addiction
Is all you are worth?
I already know the answer to that. I have seen so many loved ones be consumed by the evil power of drugs. I will be the first to admit I love getting high but I have lost too much to ever risk it all again. To everyone out there addicted to drugs or alcohol; you can turn your life around, there is ALWAYS a way!
Tana F Bridgers Apr 2018
When I cannot think of what to write,

I read what you already have.

And it makes me angry,

in a helpless sort of way.

We all seem so depressing, gathered here together,

like we're kept here away from everything else.


And I listen to the old songs,

just to see if they still set my chest on fire.

Are we all stuck in a limbo between seconds, trying to move on,

or is that rude,

because it's just me?
i am pretty rude sometimes.
Alex Apr 2018
Think.
Think about the dot on the end of this sentence.
Now think about these words, this poem. How many dots can make up these words?
Now think about this-
You're more than a septillion times that.
One human out of 7.6 billion.
And that's just the humans.
That's a lot of dots.

(Hoping this information is right.)
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