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Lillian May Mar 2019
Eyes were bright and strong,
a fire.
But those words,
they turn the sharpest wit a flicker.

You ever see much esteem in the world?
Here, at the height of the ornamented, luxurious actress,
representing the varied arts of impersonation.
Here, attention before the other side of the story.

Follow the symbolic whiskey whisper.
Gently evade the central thought of the world,
so
tragically human.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Him
Was I weak for letting him do what he did?
Did it make me pathetic?
His face stains the inside of my eye lids like bitter red wine would stain a white dress,
His voice is vividly there every time some one calls my name.
Sometimes I can still feel his fingers exploring my body as if he hasn't tainted every inch of it down to my split ends,
sometimes I can feel his lips grazing my ear to whisper vile things.
He has control over me despite the fact he can't physically hurt me anymore,
despite that fact his memory still haunts me...like an echo of him.
His echo lies in bed with me every night,
his echo hides in my shadow whispering all my insecurities as if a second voice,
his echo traces every kiss,
his echo makes love to my dreams creating little demons.
His echo follows me as if it's the ghost of someone I killed...
Maybe it is the ghost...
maybe it's my ghost.
The ghost of who I once was before him.
Shane Rowe Feb 2019
I am just so sad
So so sad
It feels so heavy inside my chest
It feels like a fight I cannot win
Over and over again

It just wont let me go
When will it let me go
Give me a break
Let me breathe

I am too tired to tell it to stop
Stop whispering in my ear
Stop telling me what I did wrong
What I'm going to do wrong

It is drowning out everything that is good
It is telling me to be selfish
To leave
I wont
But I get tired of fighting at times
And tonight, I cannot put my shield up
I am too sad
I don't know what else to tell you. It does not rhyme and there is no flow. It is only my raw thoughts. I am too tired to organize them, to make them sound beautifully tragic. Tonight they are just, tragic.
Madison Feb 2019
We need a little magic.
Our world's kind of tragic.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
"Can I kiss you?" You mumbled catching me off guard,
"What?" I asked thinking I heard you wrong, You laughed and turned away but I grabbed your arm.
"Come here," I whispered and you leaned in, our lips connecting perfectly.
We both laughed and pushed against each other.
We did this for twenty minutes before the bell rang, "We should get to class."

You pulled me into you, "Just friends?" You whispered against my ear. I nodded and whispered back,

"Just friends."

Because neither of us want to believe we are both teenagers madly in love.
Anthony Mayfield Feb 2019
It's a most tragic
Love story.
He loved the lies,
The lies loved the sky,
The sky loved none,
So they all died.
One loved the other, who loved the other, who loved nobody. So that was a ******.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Maybe it was her smile...or the way she chewed her lip when shes thinking...or the way she shook her leg when scared or mad...maybe it was the way her black eyes looked welcoming...what ever it was, I fell madly in love with her.
I fell harder when she looked up at me bruised cheek and shaky hands...Her once bright black eyes almost dark grey...she grabbed my hand and placed it above her heart..."I wish we met before I met him..." she whispered and leaned in to kiss me...I obliged.
My heart broke when I heard her screams down the road...I raced to her house barefoot...when I reached her she was already dying...a knife in her stomach, blood pooling around her...I tried to put pressure but all she did was mumble loving words and goodbyes...I watched as her black eyes glossed over and her chest stopped moving...the moment her heart stopped beating so did mine.
I died as I watched them close her casket...They carried her up a hill next to her mothers grave...when they placed in the earth....I did everything I could to not jump in the hole with her...
My heart beats once more when a blued eyed her girl smiled at me...
I heard my love whisper in my ear..."You deserve happiness."
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Hazel eyes and red tears,
fakes smiles and little fears.
Confused voices in his head,
mean girls in his bed.
broken girl who broke his heart,
selfish girl he's loved from the start.
New kisses and foreign hugs,
powdered filled nose and **** filled lungs.
Broken hearts and unforgivable choice,
her hands retracting around his head with her convincing voice.
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