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CautiousRain Aug 2018
Empty my mind,
My perception of time
Is skewed and I’ve lost myself
Somewhere
But I can’t see it
or feel it anymore,
My life shifts so slowly,
Or is it quickly?
From under my feet and
As the stars and planets
Rotate, I feel alone
Small
Fragile
And unnerved,
Please tell me where I am
And who I am meant to be
In this cavernous hole in reality.
hhhhhhhh bad night, mercury's got me ****** up
J Aug 2018
Sometimes I wonder
Why can't you change
Why are you the way you are
The size
Height
Weight
Even what's on the inside
Can't you change
To fit my wants and needs
I should know what's best for me
Right?
You gave me a brain
To make that decision
Right?
If I hurt you
It's for a reason
And the reason is your fault
For not making me as pretty
As I am on the inside
Or not giving me the weight
That goes with my height
That you also chose for me
A letter
To my body
I hate you.
08/06/18 12:12 AM
Diana Garcia Jun 2018
Tell me what to do
Why wasn’t I prepared..
How the ****
Did I become so ensnared
I never thought I cared
Why everyone ******* stares
What the **** are you looking at
Be nice or your face will meet my bat
This isn’t some shallow vent
I’ve given you everything
I’m ******* spent
8 years and a baby gone
Where did we ever go wrong
If only your reassurance
Wasn’t so hollow
Don’t be mad that my pride
Is the only thing I’ll swallow
Can’t I at least get credit for
Paying my rent??
I want to be a mom
But your youth was so cheaply spent..
why not try fasting for lent??
****, I just hit a nerve
Here come the tears.
As fast as my lyrical mood came, it went..
Finished
Sara Jul 2018
I'm lost in translation,
bound
by hallucinatory sensations,
found
between border and sea,
cold but free
like a continental breeze
that drifts lonely
to shore.
Still so unsure.
Then lost again once more.
This time she's lost like never before.
Maria Monte Jul 2018
The dripping echoes throughout the house
I am a broken faucet that screams
The water thrashes against the metal sink like a thunderstorm
Do not fix me
Do not call a plumber
I want to be heard
Demons Jul 2018
Emo.
The stereotypical thoughts are,
I slit my wrists,
I drink bleach,
I wear black 24/7,
And I’m depressed, Suicidal or Both.
Emo.
The true thoughts are,
I feel things deeply,
I’m real, I don’t sugarcoat.
And I wear black because it’s Poetic.
Emo.
It’s honestly my true aesthetic,
My one and only place I feel alive.
So for all of you that are Scene Kids and Emo Kids?
Talk to me.
I get you, trust me.
this is a little rant because honestly, people are very stereotypical about the Emo Community and stuff, but yeah. That’s about it.
arowana Jul 2018
I promise I’m trying my best not to back out

and I promise and I promise and I know that you’re okay with me being unsure  

but it feels like I’m just a lost cause waiting for the inevitable day when you see

that this is it

this is all you’re getting from me

it feels like a lie though from day one you knew what you were getting into

and I tell you all the time that I can’t even figure myself out

and you offer to help me solve the puzzle but I don’t understand why you’re so willing

when I give you no guarantees

I guess you must love me

not weighing up the pros and cons like I do

you love unconditionally

like you're supposed to

and I can't help feeling like I'm not holding up my end of the deal

and even though I do all I can

I don’t think I'll ever feel the way that you do  

is that enough for you?
hydrangea: frigidness, heartlessness, heartfelt gratitude for being understood
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