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You bloom alive my little violet moon.
To turn my tide, to crash upon my dock.
Such bliss Ignite as she bestow monsoon.
Bodacious ***** upheld to unlock.

Her purity offers boundless flight, infinity.
An emeralds gleam among caramel spheres.
For days to spend up dreaming high, divinity.
But with the want to dive and sink in fears.

Although all stars will someday wither and die.
The trees flourish leaves before falling.
and water flows softly until it does dry.
All that are sentient do have times calling.

Everything in the moment, never sealed or bound.
Spinning with the earth on it's axis, living lost and found.
Ophelia Jul 2014
I used to love rainy days
Until they started reminding me
Of your eyes
Sierra Brown Jul 2014
The ups
The D
       o
      w
       n
       s
The  median, all the ******* same.
I can't seem to grasp the Ups as actual ups,
nothing completes me or makes me whole.
Why is everything so dull to me?

Days turn into weeks
weeks into months
time really fly's when you're depressed.

ha

Pardon me for laughing,
I've learned its the only thing that can keep me from going insane.
So, make me laugh. Please, keep me sane.
For I am longing for the happiness,
in you, in us, in love.


Today is grey, yesterday the same.
it has been for months it seems.
Come open the blinds, brighten my dark life please.
I need some inspiration to keep going,
Keep me from doing what my mind tells me to do every night i'm alone.
I'm prepared to waste away, leave everything i've known,
& I believe i'd be better off away from anyone anyway.
I hurt everyone who cares about me,
i'm never doing the right thing it seems.
I don't want to live in darkness,
it seems to follow my every move though.


I need you to be my sunshine.
Please, just brighten my day, someone.
Feeling completely alone in this world. \ i'm losing my mind.
Ophelia Jun 2014
All your promises,
Each whispered "I love you",
Every smile, every kiss,
They've pressed my heart to a page.
Your careless words
Have lovingly tucked me away
Between the pages of your life
A mere prologue for you.
Once beautiful and alive,
Now all that is left of me
Is a withered smile,
Like an old flower,
Pressed to a page.
Ophelia Jun 2014
She and I lay out
under the stars once
To find shooting stars
and privacy.
She told me she loved me,
and held me close,
And I believed her.
But in the darkness
I couldn't see her eyes.
Becky Cheung May 2014
As
As a child, I used to run.
Across golden fields in summer's heat.

As a child, I used to climb.
Crimson trees painted in Autumn's bliss.

As a child, I used to taste.
First snowflake born from winter's kiss.

As a child, I used to hope.
A start of a new year with spring's birth.

As a grown-up,
I did none of these.
Styles May 2014
High off Love
Rich estate
Feeling so high
Suffocate
Foolish cries
It's never too late
Even truths tell lies
There's no escape
Love is pain
As so is fate
Can't stop; the pressure
Still trying to endure
All of this dead weight
Sometimes coming back
Is way too late.
Leah May 2014
Such a coincidence that I ran into you on my way home
I thought you would never miss me again.
It's good to know you care about me.
God knows how lonely
it can get when I'm at my darkest corners of my mind.

I've been lost on my path
for a very long time
I've been ripped off my soul
as fresh as cherry blossoms
and I've abused myself
since the sun became the moon.

This frozen heart of mine would go palpitating
if I knew how much nights you slept to cry
when I'm at my absolute worst
but you left me trembling.
Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014
Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
It's only ketchup.
Used to patch up,
the cut and scratch ups,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined :)
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can't see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."
please comment
Liana Garcia Apr 2014
I crawled into your back pocket quietly and folded myself up small, like the smoke from the cigarettes you always lit but never smoked.
I bumped into your last name everywhere because I may have managed to escape the slum but we all crawl back to where our hearts first beat.
You escaped with a lens in your fist and roads I will never drive down, buried deep in your feet.
I sat on your shoulders and kept quiet. I watched every girl you fell in love with and I felt burns on my hands every time one pushed your hair back out from your eyes.
The girl from Missouri with the long brown hair counted 49 freckles but I knew about the 2 that were kept hidden under your knees and I scolded every girl who thought they loved you like I did.
I sleep with bones who cry out for my touch but sometimes they whisper for a girl whose name is different from my own. Her name tastes like sewage in the back of my throat.
I know love because I curled his hair around my finger. And I know that someday my children with have a head full of it.
But when you taught me love it was filled with new beginnings. But you went too far and I waved you off and sat back in the dust I had come from and told myself I was better off and you were crazy.
You traveled through towns I may never know and shook hands with people I will never see. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like if we kept holding hands. Mine got sweaty and your long legs moved too fast. My heart became heavy and held me down. You
Sometimes I sleep across your room on the old blue chair with my back towards you. Sometimes I hear you whisper my name and I know you still feel my hands slipping up your shirt and drawing constellations of how our future should have mapped out between freckles and old acne scars.
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