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Kelsey Oct 8
To the late night train
You hop on and off of
Making frequent stops
Working overnight for your enjoyment
Over worked and used
Is no longer in service
We had to realign ourselves
Amy Oct 5
she was once a 'good girl'
who followed the rules
which were created by fools
dressed a specific way
which led her astray
you took that as a chance
to lure the good girl in your trance
and stole all her sweetness
and left her rotten in the end
Spike Harper Oct 4
These lungs have known.
A floating feeling that gives pause to struggles.
Experienced wind leave so quickly.
That space seemed to reject life itself.
Even when retracting the icy stalagtites back into a living cadaver.
Did it seem less horrific when under a microscope.
Focusing on a single point makes the big picture invisible.
Hiding behind layers of memories.
Doesn't ensure the years they promised.
Just more things to add to a collage that. No one will see.
How does one plead with inevitability.
Fate is supposed to come knocking.
But when home is no longer standing.
It looks more like a wave goodbye.
And so these feet come to the next precipice in which was foretold so many pages ago.
How strangely comforting that knowing a pain lessens it's return.
So now it matters very little because it's not an if anymore.
The sign says stop.
But the road is long.
With room for only one.
At least no one will see the tears.
Invisible Sep 26
The pawn
The soldier.
The warrior.
And the first to die.
Used by his king.
Killed by his enemies.
Remembered by no one.
In a kingdom,
Where the royals prevail,
There is no room
For a measly soldier.
Rougher than a knight.
Weaker than a bishop.
Shorter than a rook.
And powerless against all.
The pawn protects,
Everyone but himself.
Such wasted talent.
Casey Sep 26
Thought I knew this well.
every step I had to take,
every lie--delivered smiling--I had to sell,
every mindless task, no breaks.

Thought you knew of my own created, designer hell.
watching me falter towards an imaginary goal,
watching my fibs for tells,
watching my to-do list quadruple.

I thought I knew how to quit,
how to snap out of it.
I thought you knew about it,
and how to deal with this ****.

Turns out that neither of us knows jack-squat.
And that's alright, I swear I got this, yeah I'm good, I can do it.
I hoped for you to say something, I thought you knew I was talkin' *******.
Yet, without a word, you left
me to rot.
Did you care? Did you ever even care? Did you see the signs? Did you know they were there?

Alternative Title: Doormat
**** i feel walked on
Rainy Days Sep 25
Dated a boy
A long time ago
Was so obsessed with how I looked
Wanted my hair
Long and thick
And if I wore a croptop
Would throw a fit
Figured out later
After it was over
He was talking to others
And I was just a sidekick
It hurt so bad
To love a boy
Who used me up
And threw me to the side.
A little insight into my past.
Osiria Melody Sep 22
I would not like to see the day
When my books are on the shelves

I would not like to see the day
Because my insecurities cannot be tamed

I would not like to see the day
When my creativity is all that I sell

I would not like to see the day
Because I want my words to die in vain

I would not like to see the day
When everybody knows my name

Dedicated to those who dialed 1-800-IMPOSTERISM and never received word on why you're still suffering to this day.
sara Sep 16
Your kiss
Your love
Your touch

They never meant a **** thing to you.

Your promises
Your words
Your arms

It was nothing but a **** lie

You saw me fall apart
You just stood there
You just drove away

It happened all over again

Nothing but...
just nothing to me anymore.
Nathan Sep 15
Take the ten thousand fragments
Of this heart you stomped on so cruely
To win your popularity contest

Avoiding obvious feelings
Of which you proclaimed
Sweep them under the rug
This heart breaks no more
It will never be broken
It will never be fixed

Love is nothing but misery to me
Yet love is a game to you
You're my cross stitch lover,
Not my star-crossed lover
- We're not meant to be
You just unpick me and
Zigzag through others

Somehow your backstitch
Gets me every time
I come running eyes open
Ready for you to rethread me.
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