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Huxley Web Jan 24
what use to be our place is now taken over
people who were once just like us seeped through the cracks
and polluted the air like creeping trendils of smoke and vile ideas.

Ideas thrown up like simply created graffiti
not always welcome but interesting to wonder about in the silence
ideas of the future, of what we could do if we put our minds to it.

Feelings that got interrupted on one side
but disregarded on the other
left to drift apart rather then sail together.
I've never learnt to settle you down not to be a_ _
To you, the one who is useless at everything.
To you, the one who is weak in front of everyone.
To you, the one who is despicable.
To you, the one who has no true friends.
To you, the one who is truly unique.

You will lose and you will fail over and over again.
You were not born with the things others have.
You will need to obtain them with your own hands.
And even when you do, even when you've struggled pathetically.
You will still be, just you.
It's not about insecurity. It's just, a feeling of being strong.
Eleanor Sinclair Jul 2018
I want my body buried in a bed of roses
So that you may envision the beauty I once encapsulated
So that every time you see a flower blossom, you can imagine me in awe of it’s allure
So that you may pick it and hold me once again like you used to
Eleanor Sinclair Jul 2018
Tonight I took a risk
And once again sliced my wrists
But instead of five I did ten
And little blood came out when
I pressed a little harder
And the blade cut a little farther
I looked like a tiger with it’s stripes
And I’m willing to face all the gripes
You’ll probably leave me when you see my scars
Because you’ll realize all the harm
It stings a little but still feels good
You didn’t understand and you never would
You can’t handle a basket case
To you I’m just a waste
Let’s see how they look tomorrow
Because tonight they filled me with sorrow
They didn’t bleed like I’d hope
Maybe next time I’ll try the rope
I’m a ***** up and don’t deserve life
I argue with myself about what to do and with which knife
I lay here now wrists stinging
The sandman with sleep he’s bringing
I’m upset at myself more than you are at me
So don’t yell or use harsh words during your plea
I’m sorry for what I’ve done
There is nothing more I can do, none
Maybe it’s more than ten
I stopped counting around then
You’ll leave me tomorrow I know it
Whether or not I refuse to show it
The scars will still remain
And you’ll think of me with cruel disdain
Hate me for all I care
This heavy cross I’ll always bare
Give me another reason to hate my soul and body
Give me another bad habit to proclaim as a hobby
I’m an artist by nature and I paint with my blood
And when I’m done my sharp edged paint brush will drop with a thud
I don’t care anymore and I wish life was simpler
I suppose T.S Elliot was correct: this is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper
Jillian McLean Jun 2018
Sometimes the ones you want to save,
are the ones standing on your cape
Osal Apr 2018
Glancing at the corner of her eye
With a hope to see him smile
will he turn?
Will she be noticed?
Or will she yet be brightening
Her innocent smile alone
Where they never meet
Yet they're fates been bound
To be forever apart
Yet together in love
To cry together in pain and in pleasure
But to never see each others heart
They sleep together
Not feeling each others touch
They see the world alike
Yet blinded by the looks of each other
And in time they grow old
When a time comes
When they share their last blink
Into the eternal slumber
the poem is about our eyes. they cry together sleep together and wake up together but never see each other. just like a unfortunate love story they're fates been intervened
Trisha Apr 2018
Who tries to share,
Or help the weaker ones,
Who cares to look,
Or think of anyone.

Cry, the weaker ones,
Cry, the poor ones,
There is no one here,
To give any funds.

You starve for food,
You starve for water,
There is no one here,
To donate for any father.

Cry, the empty stomach,
Cry, a little harder,
There is no one here,
No one to bother.

I suggest you to sleep,
A deeper and more,
There is no one to awake,
Or look after your soul.

I won't stop,
I won't try,
Cry till the time,
The time till you die.
My first poem
Shaina Mar 2018
A man you shall not name
For he has made a claim
He screamed and cried at her
All she said was sure
But deep down she was hurting
Down in **** they were burning
It was all her fault
Her heart was a vault
Filled with love of many
But he didn't love her like any
He loved another, the same side
The naive girl lied, she didn't take pride
The oblivious man fell in love with this girl
But he didn't mean to break
The young girl's heart ached
The man had no clue
He had to pull through
The girl stayed in silence
The man disappeared from her presence

The young girl ran away
She left a key
A lost emotion
A lost heart
A lost soul

A girl ran away
She ran away from a man
A man you shall not name
inspiration of a young boy i used to talk to that suffered unfortunate events. i believe currently he is living at his best, and being happy.
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