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All you had to do was stay
but instead you left
and took a piece of me away

every night and every day
I think of you
and weep as I begin to pray
luc Feb 6
Endangered like a beating heart
Emotions stir my vulnerable heart
Why, oh, why, my heart,
have you fallen in love from the start?
Give me a break, god
Tell me all the things that I haven’t done right
All the ways that I’ve been a sore sight

How am I a splinter in your side
I’m trying not to just deny

I’m trying hard to leave the questions
Let the roar of peace cancel them out
But I do find that on this mission
The things I see just take me out

I’m tired of having to peoce together
All the things that I’ve done wrong
And when I die, light as a feather
My heart will sing a cleared up song
I don’t believe in god but I’m using god as a device to convey what I’m feeling. What did you like about this poem?
Astral Jan 15
I hate this feeling,
Deep inside my gut,
That makes me feel like bleeding.
I wish my mouth would shut.

That when I want to look,
My eyes would turn away.
And then when I feel shook,
I realize its my fault, I should pay.
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2018
My love for you is patient
My love for you is kind
I want to write you personally
I hope that you don't mind
I can't live here without you
It would be like blank dark death
There is no me without you
You are within my every breath
I want to leave this place
And go live on our own
Believe me when I say this
You shudder through my bone
I need you with me always
Otherwise I might die
Every day without you
I quietly sit and cry
Please stay with me my sweetheart
And don't leave so soon
I write about you daily
And think from sun till moon
So please my lovely flower
O' won't you stay in bloom
I see our petals growing
Don't let them be our doom
Wai Phyo Win Dec 2018
***! ***! ***!
What happened! what happened?
Hi, Hi, Hello, Hey, Hello
... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ...
... ... ...
... ...
...
It's a nightmare!!!
Ah, it was a nightmare!!
was a nightmare!
a nightmare...

Can't sleep back
My eyes red
Beside blanket
Panic attack

Can't wake you up
With a ring tone
You are with parent
All prevent

I just sent mail

Call me, if possible
I got nightmare

Love,
True story, the most panic attack I've ever had
David Hutton Dec 2018
The house I live in serves no purpose.
Dry, cracked and irritated surface.
Scratching and itching.
A liberating mission
to unpave the layers of burden.
Hidden Glace Nov 2018
i HIDE
behind my lines
I've said it before.
I'll say it again.

I̷͖̿'̵̮̈́m̶̫̏ ̷̪̔s̶̛͈ö̵̜́r̵͎̈́r̶̝͑y̴͇̏ ̸͔̎t̴̜̾h̶̭̔a̷̡͐t̸̠̀ ̶͔̍Ï̸͜'̷͒͜m̵̨̛ ̸͖̈ṋ̶̅ő̵͎t̷̪͌ ̵̫̍b̷̹̿e̸̻͘t̶̓͜t̵͓̆e̸̢̿r̴͍̽;̸̧͗
̸̔ͅÚ̴̟n̷̼̄d̶̙̾ė̵̯r̵͇̉s̶̻̓t̸̡̑a̷­̬̍n̸̟͒d̸̻͑ ̶̛̰Î̴̺ ̵̙̀d̷̬͐o̴̬̔n̵̊͜'̸̘͋t̷͈̿ ̷̙͛m̶̩̃e̸̡͛ạ̸͋n̵̓͜ ̶̀͜t̵̜̓o̵̳̎ ̷̱̆w̶̥̽o̴̼̓r̴̥͂r̶͎̓y̴̬͂ ̵̣͌y̷̬̔ŏ̶̮ŭ̷̗.̶̤̂
̶̱̎Ĩ̴̮ ̷̳͝j̵͕́ŭ̶͈s̷̻̑t̴͔̓ ̶̞́f̶̟̿e̴͈̒e̸͋͜l̸̙͘ ̴̣̐l̵̰͌i̷̛̠k̵̻͂e̴̞͑ ̴̛̼e̸̗͊v̸̳̋ě̵͎r̵͎̚y̸̑͜t̷̙̾h̵̳̒ī̸̡ņ̸̛g̵̮̋ ̸̬͊I̴͕̐ ̵̡̆d̴̜̓o̵̯̒ ̶͕̊ì̴̱s̶͓͝n̸̼͝'̵̥̈t̷̩̐ ̸͈̽ẻ̸̟n̵̙͊õ̷̦u̷͇͐g̴̖͗h̵̙̃
̷̲̐ ̸̪̏f̸͔̈́o̸̜͋r̸̰͒ ̸͖̀s̸͙̈́o̵̝͂m̵̺̕ě̷̡o̵̼̿ň̷̥é̵̗ ̸̫̉a̴͕̐ś̵̳ ̸͉͛á̸̝m̶̪̿a̵͇̎z̴̙̕ĩ̷̬n̴̦̈g̴̼̐ ̶̛̜a̸̺͝ś̷̞ ̸̭̏ý̷͍o̴̼̊ṳ̶̌.̸͉̏

I̸̥̟̻̿̾̚ͅ ̷͇̪̽̾̈k̴̼͑̊̑n̸̮̭̊̽͝ö̴̳̝̯́ẘ̶̭͉̙̲̺̾͛̓ ̵̨̞͊̈́͌̓Ḯ̶̬̿̕͠ ̵̨͓̯̞̆h̶͎̮͉̿͊a̵̻̺̪͂v̶̫̄̀͜e̴̗̎́͆͂ ̴̺͉̣̝̹́́n̴͕͚͛ͅį̷̡̪͙͛g̶̰̱͐̽͆͝h̴͕͎̘̹̘̎͋̆̚͘t̵̡̧̝̃̌̔m̵͍͓̤̈́͒͗͂a̷̭̻̎̎̓­̘̗̗r̴̨̛̖̠̪e̸̮̦͋̓̋̍s̴̫̭̗̩͗̃͜
̷̥̭͇͍͖͋̇͋́͐a̷͈̯̫̲̋͗̉̕͝b̷͍̰̪͆̉ͅo̴̦͐̏̽̑­̤͓̤̲û̶̫͍̈́̇ẗ̷̞̦́̒̾̕ ̶̩͍͖̥̂ͅy̸͈͑̍͠o̶̙͛̾̍ų̷̞̥͙͓̽̉̐,̸̡̘̪̪̊͋̂ ̷͎̠̞̘̥͊̈̌a̶̲͑̍͘ņ̴̹̃̏̾d̷̡̬̪̳͎̋̏͊̐ ̷̛̭̙͋̄͗ą̸͚̓̂b̸͖̬̟̈́ͅó̶̡̦̹̰̅͂ǘ̷̩̘͆͂̓̓t̶̨̮̱͔̄ ̵͚̥͙́̀̂m̸̡̜̱̏͐̐͌è̸͚̳̦,̵̡̱̮͒̉
̵̟̈́͑ḑ̵̤̄̄͐͠y̶̧̳͂̾̅̾̕į̵̛͖̓̇̈n̸̛͒̓̓­̡͈̩g̵̘̬̎.̶̠̳̱͠͝ ̶̛̹̩̱͗l̸̯̘̝̈́̒͝ẽ̴̪͓̦̔͑̀a̶̐̒͘̚ͅͅv̴̢̊̒̌ȉ̴̢̢̢̻ͅn̸̗̖̣͓̉̐̚ͅg̶͉̅.̷͐̿̾͋­̮̜͙͙̤ ̷̪̞̈́s̴̩̲̿l̴͈̗̭̓ͅi̸̠̲̓p̶͈̰̳̜̘͗p̷̜͈̗̄͋̿͘͜i̷͎̫͆́n̴̗͙̥̻̟̒͘͝g̶̜͍̮͒̈̄͛.­̵̢͉͇̱̓͑͊͛̆ ̶̺̿̌̈́̉̓c̸̣̻̤̲̆ṙ̶̠̠͐̔a̸͍͌s̶̢̢̲̾͋̐h̵̢͚̃i̵̢̟͉̇̑͊͝n̴̟̮̫̈̔̔͘g̴̬̭̠̒.̸͑­̤̊͑͌͜
̵̡̙̞͑t̴̫͙̿̉͑̈́h̷͙̙̩̩̒̌͑͝e̶͉͗ ̶̢̭̺̦̙̽̐l̷̪͗̌́͘a̸̛̞̟̻͝s̶̩͉͚͍̼͑̊ṭ̸͇͉̽̈́̈̿͊ ̸̺͎̘̍̇͗̀͘o̶̟̰͉̩͊ñ̸̞̩̏͐̐͐ͅe̸̢͔͑̌͗̋ ̴̨̼͍́͘͝ͅš̷̮̯͖̱͋͒̿c̶̩͌a̸͖͓͂̃͒́r̸̢̧̲̬̽̊͗̉ȇ̸̙͎͔ş̸̤̲͙̉͐ ̸̭̊̌͌̚ṃ̵̙̎͝͠ę̷͊ ̶̬̘̥̈́͐̋͘ṭ̵̬̦̔̅h̶̰̻̐̐ȅ̷̬ ̴̩̺͍̹͈̈́͗͌̚͝m̸͍̎̑̅́ó̶̠͖̋̓̂̕ṡ̵̟̺̏t̵̡͇̕.̶̙͈̭̞̂͒̔
̶̺̤̬̰͎̈́͋̓I̸̦͑́̚ ̶͖̈́͌t̴̮̪̘̬̄̆̓̈́̚ḧ̸̛̥̗̱̈́̇͝i̸͇͉͉̭̳͗n̷͔͌͠͝k̵̰̙̼̹̑͗ͅ ̴̛̟̮̖̖̬͌̎̅̔I̷̭̲͔̪̙͊͂̂̀'̸̨̱͙̠͂̿m̴̺͉͎̆͊̀͗ ̸̛̫͆̈́̄̌a̸̱̹̯̮͕̋́̑͝t̸̜̜͂̔̾̈́̅ ̷͉̗̀͆̌͘5̴̗̳̖̆̿̈́ ̸͓͋͋̎͜n̸̢͙̹̞͗ô̴̭̟̮͎̓͋̇w̶̨̚.̸͍̹͝
̸̧̨̞̀̋̓̈́͝
I̶̝̤͍̦͖̰̔͂̄͑̿́͊̕'̴̨͚̼̋­̡̡̼̬͍m̶͕̥̠̰͔̲̳̲̐̊͊͑̒̃͝ ̵̨͓̜̮̰̟̓̽̋̑͜s̶͚̪̯̔̂̐̋̀̌̎͠c̵̮̙͚͔̱̜͊͗͂̏͘͝a̶̦̣̰͍̣̕r̴̡̥͚̳̽͛͋̈́̀͝e̶͛̂̊̕­̢̜̩̫̊̍͛̕ḓ̸̨̃́̎̃͒̋͝͝ ̶̰͍̟͚̙̈͒͒̈́̂͛̍̕͝ͅḬ̵̺͇͇̝̉̒́̍̌'̷̛͔͈͉͙̤͇̟̻̀̃̒̊͋̅͝͝m̵̝̗̝̻̩̘̦̜̮̜̏ ̷̼̮͓̝̼̠̱͆̾͂͠ṅ̴̪̮͚͙̰̤̱̟͚̋̕͝ͅǒ̶͕̘͋͛̽̉͝t̸̡̥̮̤̓̽ ̸͚̻̟̩̂̈̽͗̄͂e̶̮̬̫̺̘̭̝͈͓̜͂͗̉̄̐̌͗̂n̷̨̧̛̻̬̣͍̖͚͊̄̑̆̊̕͜ȏ̵̬̀ư̵̻̥̩̅͗̍̚͠­̠̝̼g̷̼͔̳̯͌͆̍͑͑̾̔̄͠h̸̢̠͙̼̕;̵̡̨̯̱̬͓͙̫̌̃͗̽̾͝͝
̸̱̰͎̩̜̭̎͒̓̍̋̚̚E̷̛̗͝v̷̀­̡̞͉̗̖̖̮̗̂e̵̡̲͖͉̰̣̒͌̈́̅̄̆͑͆̽͝n̶̲̥̊̄͒̅̆͋͜ ̵̡͇̒̋ẗ̵̢͉̗͙̭̳̿̋̿͂͒̑̚͠h̶̨̧͉̮̪̝̙̬͈̗̅o̴̹̭̩̹̩̦̜͛̄̂́̚u̴͙͈̱̦̼͕̱͎͈̿͜g̵͑­̡̩̗͔̟̞̟̙̦̌h̵̢̩̎̒͂́̂ ̵̮͕̞͗͌͒͒͌̎̚͘͜͜͝͝y̶̭̟͌͑̀̑̑̋̕o̶͎͈̓̀͒͂ụ̸̤͓͉̲̘̉̆̀͆'̶̨̩̲̄͐͝ṽ̶̱͙̹̞͇̊̚­͎̱͍̘e̶̥̘͒̇̀̚ ̵̡̛̟̤͍͆̂͒͛͊̆͝t̸̳͇̯͗͂́̈́̾͆̑̈̎̐ơ̶̯̑͊͛͛́͋̍̚ḽ̴̜͉̱̲͙͈̹̗̤̋̿͒̌d̵̛͊͒̌͑̾̋­̦͓͖̝̥̜̥̣̀͊ ̴̧̯͔̲͕̠̠̿͊̆͐̿̀̓̓͠m̴̜̣̪͚͛̓̾̈́ē̸̘͙͚̜͖͇̙̬͋̃̀̄͜ ̴͖̇̓̆͗̀̌̾͆͠c̶̨̫͓̬̺̲͈̉̎͠o̵̪̻͖͊̄ų̴̝̗̻͎̆̏̀͆̔̉̀̇͝͝n̵̛̛̩̱̩̗̘͍̰̲͕̍̏̀͗͘­͕t̸̨̞͚̬̺̬̎̊̏̐̀͛l̶̡̡̬̞̘̬͓̄̃̓͊̎̀̔͛ė̵͕͔̪͙̭̦̘̀͐͒͒̿s̵̨̞̤̰̆͗͜s̸̠̳͕̗̿̆̏­̩̜ ̷̡̢̝̟̱̹̮̼̭̔̈́͂̀̅̽̕͝t̷̡͖̣̣̹̦̫̏͗̾̆͒̈́͘̚i̵̫̤̼̲͚̺̤͗͋̌͠m̵̬͎͎͗͋̒̔́͜e̷͗͑̀̓­̙ș̵̭͇̥͍̻̖͎͈̓̿ ̵̡̢̛͇͔͈͈̼͚͇͗͑t̶̪͓̣̤̙̩̏̋͆̒͠h̴͈̺̜̰̜͓̾̍͋̽̉͑̕͘͜a̶̖̞̘̻̯̲̺̯̭͋̑t̶͔̯̿͑͠͠ͅ­̺̰̯ ̵̖̞̪̰͈̮͉̏͗̃̒̕͘͠ͅI̴̻͇̳͐̀̊͛͂̀̃'̸͈͗́̇m̷̧̃̃ ̴̙̟͚́̚ẅ̷̦́̈́́̈͑͘͘͘ͅớ̵̡̆̓̌̏̅̔̕͝r̷̛͕̣̥̮̪̱͐͊̄̽̑͊͜t̸̢̩̼͇̘̘̺́̂h̶̿́͐̅͒­̖͍̯͖̻͜ ̷̢̧̮̜̻͗̈̓̄̓į̷͙̮̟̺͍͇̺̮͛̒̄t̸̗̉̋͒̆̈́̾̍͠.̷͔̰̩͚̈́̈͝
̴̣͕̟͔̫̖̙̱̀̊̔͜͠I̵̎̍̕­̛͚͓̼̤̘͈͚̐͑́'̷̨͔͔͕̩͈̹͒̿̊͊͑̍́̕͘m̷̡͇̖̝͕̺̼͔̟̐̄̿͋̈ ̸̰̩̩͑͒͋͂̆̿͠s̶̗̊̕č̴̪a̵̡͈͖͂̇͗̃̀̽͌r̶̨͍̎̏͗̿͂͑̚ę̶̢̗̫̦͉͕͔̈̃̎͊̚̚͜d̸̔̅͘­̰̳̬͇͉̑̇͐̆̎ ̵̤̼̘̥̇͗̌͋̔͌̀̐̽I̷̛̮̬̺͐́́̒́̈ ̷̨̞̙̱̩̪̈́̓̑̓̚͝ͅw̵͈̹̮̦̑̐͑̋͋͛̑̎͜͠͝o̸͉̐ͅṅ̴̛͈̱̺̐̒͌́͐̊͜ͅ'̵̡̣͔̖̥̆͊͒͌̈́̎̑­ṯ̸̨͔̞̤̞̼͑̿͐͒̐̇̃͂̆ ̴̹͛b̵̜̖͙̈̽̚e̸̢̢̠̙̘͚̤̯̪̮̾̾̀ ̴̿̾̈́͗͗͒͝ͅt̷̡̡̛̬̥̬̹̉ḧ̶̟͈̗̳̟́͠e̵̢̾r̷͖̘͖̙̗̀̅̏̆̒͛͝͝è̶͇̹̫͔̳͈̘̀̌͒͋̿̂͑͜­̩.̸̘̱̬̺̹́̇͊̂̀͆̉̐͝
̵̼̺̝̬̌͒̏̇͛͜͝b̶̛̗̝̥̭͇͒̀̑͑̋̽͊u̸̞͗̂̾́̑͊̿̈́̃̂ṫ̴͋̑́̓­̨̲̻͉͎̱̩͐ ̸͔͖̻̠̙͖̙̈͗̈́̔̽̏̐͠ä̷̛̦͙̺̈͛ ̷̝̫͇̪͖̝͓̥͓͊̀̽ͅĉ̸̢̡̦͖̮̯̺̗̼̘̌́̅̂̏̾̎o̶͔͍̱͓̻͋͛̀̅̊͆̈̃͊ṅ̵͖͑̍̂͗͘̕c̴͐͠͝­̨̖̞̜͌̕ŕ̴͖̭̦͎͇̝͑͗͊̎͋ë̵̪͍́̋̇t̶̰̻̺̫̄̊͂̄́̏͘̕͝e̷̜̟̣̲͉̍͛̊ ̴̟͕̾͋b̸̛̤̞̏͋̋̍͝ȧ̶̠r̶͙̤̝̪̗͒r̷̮̳͇̗͎̬͛̇͊͜i̵̧͊͗e̶̪̊̿͛̏͋͐̂̽r̴̞̩̝̈́̈́̊͘͜­̡̦̗̫ͅ ̴̨̡̧̖̠͍̗̟̏̀͌̍̃̏̇͘͠͝ŵ̵̡̙̜͋́͆̇̈́͊͝ͅī̵̳̖͆͌̀̎́̍͝ļ̶̻̹̻͓͕̗̔́̋l̸̛̎̔̍̊̃­̻̭̫̥͓̩͚͊͑̂̂ ̷̻̥̟͔̺͂̌͋̂͗̐́̎̅͠ͅͅb̵̡͖̌̍̑̊͝͝e̴̛͈͍͓̿́̉̾͋̉.̵̧͙̖̰̹̎̈̾͑̃̓̕͝
̵̩͐̅̓̉̔̓͌­̹̺̘̙̬̰͓̥
Ą̷̛̖̭͎͙̬͙̘̭͎͉̦̲̻̤̥̦̩́̉̄́͗̆̚̚n̸͈͙̄̉ͅḍ̷̡̌̂̍̓̅̏̓̎͒̄̾́͘͘̚͝­̢̧̯̪̦̬̭͙͈̞̤̜̼̫͎ ̶̧̨̡̡̘̩̬͇͎͎̩̮̫̞̥̀̓̕ͅş̷̧͍̞͉͕̗̗͙̮̻͕̝͕͖̣̜̮̗̯͛̑͜͜ͅͅȍ̸͋̈͒͗͒̂̈̋̒͘̚̕̕͝­̜̹̼̑͌ḿ̶̨̤͕̲͓͙̲͓̼͒̄̂͒e̷̦̪̘̪͓̋͐̅̉͊̊̉͛̍̉̊͝t̶̛͕̬͇͓̱̬͍̱͒͆̈́̽̂̂̇̊͌̑̈́̂ͅͅ­͕̪̼͓̲̺͜i̷̢̧̨̨̛͔͎̖̹̪̬̼̯͙̘͕͈͇̦͕̮̻̼̯̮͈̳̰͉̊͂͊͐͋̈̌͐̆̓̊̍̊̚̕̕͝͠m̶̛̃̈́́̄̚̚­̧̖̘͇͎̗̟̮̺̻͕͖̈́͆̓͆̿̕ͅé̵̮̯͙̹̝̬̥̱͍͋̉͋̈́̎̂̒̍͊̽̕͠s̸̛̱̆̓̀͐̓̆̑͂̿͒̍̅̍́̒͠͝͠­̢͎̼̳͔̝̤͚̝͍͈͎̲͖̼͙̪̝̝̱̻̞͍̝͙̺̯.̵̨̢̛̦̫̤͎̖̥̺̺̰̥̫͎̫̟̞̮̲͎̂͛̿͐̎̎̾́͗̊͗̆͝.̸­̰͇͖̈́̓̏̀̀̏̃͑͂̇͠͝.̸̢̻̠̼̹̘̟̻̯̣̝̹̲̣͇̟̘̖́̒̀͂̃́͆
̸͎̱̹͇͍̞̙͇̻̭͉͍̣͔̖̹̟̑̈́ͅͅ­̡̙̻̥̮̭̜͖̺Į̴̛͚̲̫̤̬̮̲͇̮̰̮͉͓̲͈͉͉̤͔̟̳̱̆̄͆̿̈́̂̄̾͌̽̉̀̓̒̊̀̃̓̀̍̽̕̕ ̴̧̛̲̞͉̞̲̥̞̪̓͑̔̐̌̅̓̅͑̏͊͗͒̈́̚͝͠͠͠m̷̤͓̥͈̱̭͛̽̈́͛̀̒̏͐̆̓̂̑͐̏̈́͆̈́̌̄̿̍͒͐̋̍̓͜­̠̻͕̲͍̮i̷͚̣̰͓͌̈͒̈̾͗͊͗̒́͊̀s̶̗͔̤͓͍̯̰̱̻͕̆̈͒̇̈s̵͓̫͓̩̣͍͈̣͍̒̈́̇͂͌͂̂̀̀͆̀̕͜­͍͎̻ ̷̡̜̹͖͙̣̦̫̩̘͓̘̠̳̫̻̦͚̬͔̗͖͇̍̓̇̒̾͒̓̂̐̾̇̈́͛̈́̌̋͜͠ͅṯ̵̛̛͓̩̻̱̗̝͊͛̄̆h̵͗̿͆̕͝­̧̡̗̭̰͖̯͇̬̲̮̥̩͍͚͚̝̤̦̱̰̣̖̮̝̾͌̃̏́̓̏́͑̃͘ͅè̴̥͇̆̔͆̂̃̆̐̕͠ ̷̢͕̩̪͌͌́̽̓͌͂̾͒͑̇̀͘̚͠͝k̴̥̺̫̙͕̼̜̘̫̣̬̠̲̟̭̘̬̣͊̒̈́̏͑͆̑̓͌͗̆̐̓͛̾͐͑̈́̚͘ͅĩ̷­̡̧̨̭̣͈̬̹̗̞̠̳̞̱͔̪̠̪̝̺͓̦̜̓͝s̴̨̧̪̺̼̰̗͍͔̞͖͈͔̼͖̯͉̯̜̟̳̞̦̮̀̍̿ŝ̶̛͗̿̅͛͠͝͠­̨̧̨̖̗̜̻͍͙͈̻̹̲̩͚̮̖̗̇̆̆̈́͛͂̂̽͘ ̷̛̟̳̩̫͐̇̈̊̉͒́̉̈́͑̐̆̕ǫ̷̤̯̱̲͈͔̘̫̳͙̀̆ͅf̴̢̡̙͚̟̼͙̬͚̪̞̖̣͚͍̓͛̌̾̓̈̾̌́͊͛͘ͅ­̱̪̟̘̬ ̷̨͕̘̭̙͓̇͊̌͗à̵̧̹̳̭̰̻͈̤͕͓̭̻͍̱̯̭̮͍̝̭̣̲͎̫̣͙͕͕̓̓̋̎̓̀̆͝ ̸̡̡̝̙̼͍̹̯͔͍̩͈̫̼͎͖̙͚̾̓͛̓̏̐̀̈́̕̕s̴̗̖̩̤̟̞̬̺̠̩͎̟̭̺͔͚͇̊͊͑̋͛̑͌h̸̛̽̿̅̾͛̈̂­̹͇̞̙̻̽̈̄̈́̀̿͛͌̈̓̈́̐̈́̃̈́̽͘̕å̵̛̯̰͕̮̝̱̱̩̞͍̪̭̮̀̈̏́̃͑͐̅͗̀͛̂͆͑͒́̊̆͑̕̚̕͝r̶­̰̥̩̜̜͆̇̿͗̔̂̈́̃̚p̸͇̣̘͙̫̤̹̫͖͇̫͌̔̋̔́̈͋̇͑̓̈́̂̈́̈́̾̏́̇̈́̿͐͘͝͝ ̷̭̗͔̥͙̊͒͗ḇ̵̧̡̢̗̰̗̗͍̙̣̫̭̩͈͎̻̭̈̈͑̀̔͌̀̿̿͘͜͜͝͠l̵̛͓͈̻̯̣͔̯̩̓̈́͊̉̿̏̅̇a̴̿­̨̯̝̥̦͎̬͇̪̂̆͗͋͑̈͊͒͜͝ͅd̶͖̲̫̹̺͕͇̫̠̦̬̐͒̏̿̓ȩ̷̨̣̙͖̦̯͙̩͎̘͍̙͚̼̱͉̣̝̱͍͈̝̖͗­̣.̸͎͍̲͔̼̱̓̈́͂͆̉͑̏͋͋͜
̴̖̝͇̬͌̀͆̇̈́̒̊͂̉͌̌͝͝Ţ̶̹̠̟̖͚͈͕͓̆̏͋̓͆́͒̋͆̕͘͝h̵͒̒­̢̨̹͇̼̱̣̤̗͚̰̙̣̤͖̪̥̜̼́ą̴̛̛̙̺̗͇͕̥͇͙̥̖̗̘̰͊̋̌̿̀̾̊̂́͋̒̓͛̎͛̔͘̚͝t̸̍̐̄͋̎̕­̡̤̹͖̣̮̳͇̲̈́̅͜͝͝ ̸̢̙͖͇̣͓̲̥̪̪̪̮͉͇͋̒̐̀͛͆̚͘͠͠s̴̨̧̺̣̯͉̫̟̙̼̭̲̦̘͓͎̗̼͇̔͜ẗ̷͗̓̇̈̐͂̀͒̈͘̕͘͝͝­̨̛̝͍̩̩̗̻̙̘͓̝͕̩̩̼͚̋̓̽͐̄̔͊̈́͒į̷̧̛̤̳̪̙͓̫̪̫̼̦͔͈͔͚̺͗̎̈́̋̒̽̌̌̒͗̾̿̑́̅̚͜͝͝­͔̟͎̘͓̺͚ň̵̻̣͔͔̗̦̩͈̗̼͕̜̻̰͉̳̇͋̀͒̇̅̃͗͂̚͘͝͝g̶̛̛̱̘͕͑̒͒̃̉͗̀̓͗͒̽͆̓̌͛̇̑͘̚­̧̦͍̣̼̭͍͍̬̻̱̪̝̘̱͕̹ ̶̧͉̖͈̹̙̻̟̦̹͙̫̔̎͑͊́̄̀͑͗͜͝õ̵̡̨̩̠͇̩̫̤̲͙̤̑͗f̸̛̺͐̽͋̎̃̍̿́̌̊̈́̀̇͐̋͛̌̇͘͝͝­̡̭͖͈̰ ̶̢̨̨̨͓̳̙̜̲͈͈̬̱͇̟̬̩̳͖̱̙̰̌͋̀̅̂͐̾͌̎̋̈̃̈̓͊̾̀̿͘̕͜͝ͅm̷̢͇̙̠̱̝̟͔̓̀̂̒̀̈́̈́̄e­̵̗͖̭̝̳̻̯̝͍͖̩̟̼̪̦̘͆̇̒͊̑̈́̄̈́̅͌͐̓͆̊͑̉̆̉̓̇͝͠͝t̵͛͛͋̈͂̈́̒̔͑͆̄̉̾̇̂̿̽̀̊̑͋̚͠­͎̙̮̣̦̯͇͔a̶̙̰̔́́́͘l̴̨̧̢̧̮͇̺̹̳̟̖͈̣̙͙̞̬̬̲͇̯͖̇̽̓̐̚͜͜ ̴̡̨͓̠̝̥̠̯̭̞͙̻͍͖̼͙̮̗̰̯̙͇̓́͗̐̌͑̀̀͂͑͑̅͂̏̀̈̓̄͆̊͐̚͜͝͠c̷̈́́̄̑̉͛̑͌̑̓̓͗̉͘͝­̢̺̯̭͒̆͂̓r̶̢̰̳͚̣̽͒́̄̕̕͝a̶̖͓͇̋̐̐̑̓́͌̅̑́̈́͒̀͌̿͑̊͛́̚͝͝w̵̧͇͙͔̣̼̠͍͒͗̐̇̓̃­̞͚̩͈̲͍͕̜͎̳̘̞̲̱̥̱̙l̴̺̟̈́͐̏̂̀͒̓̏͠i̶͔̥͚̹̠͙̟͓͈͖̭͐̃̉͆̇̃̔̓́̈̃̀͆͛̈́̓̀̕̚͜͠͝­̮̩̦̩͙ͅn̴͕͉͉͖͕͚̙̤̻̐̄̈́̂̀̾̊̏̏̾̐̌̈́̉̉̋̾͜͠ͅģ̸̧͓̥̜̻͇͓͉̲̾̈́͐͊̈̋̇͂̋́̆́̑̈́̓́­̢̢̬̯̗̗̣͖͙ ̶̝͍͉̯̦̻͚̬̪̪͓̥̘̓͆̾͛̾̐̀̏̍̏́̽̚͜͝å̴̧͕̪̫̻̻͓̈́̾̈́͊̇̏̅̔̐͑̇͠͝c̴̐̈́͂̐̏̒̅̈́̑̊̍­̧̡̨͔̬̻͉̻̮̹͍͙̐̂̔̓̌́̕r̸̢̢̧̟͔̰͚͚̜͖̙͍̬̥̠̞̬͙̯̅͒̀̊̽̎̿̂o̵͍̯̦̾͒̉̀̿̒͌̾͛͌̎̏­̡̢̡̮͎s̷̮͕͌̃̃̊̋ͅs̴͖͗͗̾͆̈́͐͘̕͘͠͠͝ ̶̛̘̖̦͙̳̩̌̅͜͠͝ḿ̶̧̱̦̲̤̖̰͙̝͙̩̞̪̗͉͚̹̱̻͎̞̞̂͛͆̀̂͌̄̊̂́̐͒̎̋̀͂̈́̈́̚̕͠ͅỷ̴̅́­̬̜̬̲͈͓̠̫͓͙̼̭́̀͜ ̷͕̞͉͍̙̲͐̊̀͗͊͘͝s̴̢̨̱̲̮̩̠̺̫̟͕̱͔̦̻̯̟̬̲͍͕̀́̃̓͛̒͗̒̌̉́̓͜͝͝ḱ̴̛̊̐̍̈́̈́̋̈́͝͠­̧̡͔̬͇̱̖̹̪̯̝̲͎͇̼̦̰̟̗̠̤̤̭̜̪̫̄̆̈́͊̿̅̈́͑̆̿́͌̄̿̚͜ͅi̴̛͒͂̈͂̇̽͆̎͂͆̇̓̓̊̕̕͠͠͝­̧̠̮̱̻͇̮̱͖̻̝̤̝̮̬͍̩͉̹͚̠̫̥͎͓̮͎̾͒̒ņ̸̨̘̳̤͓̗̼̪̠͉̤̝̳̠͎̻̗̳͊̈̆̈́̇͗͋̂̈͂̎͜͜͠­̟̠̮̣̺̗̖.̸̨̙̠̰͕̫̥̪͔̗͔͉̯̖̫͎̦͔̰͖͓̩͇̯͈̥́̑̊̓͛͂̊̿̏̑̑̽̃̑̎̒̇̍̀̕̚̚͘͘̕͝͠ͅͅ
­̶̧̡̡̧̝͎̦̮̜̫̤͎̻̺̳̬̣͉̈̀͋̽̈́̅̈̂̊͑͆̈́́͆̃̒̀̔̅̔̿͜Ţ̷̡̼̱̪͓̳̭̦̗̺̺̠̮͉̈́̾͑̇̊̕ͅ­̡̘̮̳͈̫̟h̴̦̩̀̊̽̍̿̔̓̾͑͘͝͠͝͝ȩ̵̧̛̠̭̝̺̮͍͐̿̿̋̒̎͌͋̄͂͗̾̃̊͋̚͝͝͝͝ ̵̼͙̼̗̥̗̹̹̫͈̦̉̽̌̓̐̉͗̀̚͜ş̸̢͎̱̪̮̺̠̰̠̰͇̘̥̀̐̈́̿̈́͜m̵̛̅̓̔͂̏͋̾̑̐̓͂͆̔̌͋͐͘͠­̢̢͍̫̼͓̰̠̖̝̦̺͎̺͈͍̱̹̟̊̿̀͠a̴̧̨̧̧̛̺͖͎̣̭̘̙̝̖͙̺̪̙͓̥̣̥͐̇̈́̎̿̓̉̍̇̀͋̏̎͑́͐̕ͅ­̤̣̖̭l̸̼͙͓̤̜̪͈̦͚̜̇̒̂̍̋͂̈́̓́́͐̌̓̿̓̉̓͜ļ̵̹͓͙̱̻͖̥̹̮̞͂̈́͆̎̈́̔̓͌̕ ̴̛̼̫̹̟͇̬͇̰͎̰͉̠̤̮̒̀͗́̔̀̌̄̍̑̀̅͊̇̏͋͜͠b̷̛̲̘͕̆̈́́̐̊̈́͂̉͂͗̒̓̀̆̋́̆̋̈́̊̏̉̋͘͝­e̵̡͊̀̈͑̋͊̃́̊͒͋̿̽̈́͋́̽͆͋̂̚͝͠͠ą̸̧̡͉̭̗̙͖̣͈̩̳̳̥͈͎̀͑̿̔̏̊̌͌̅̽͆̇̊̿̋̕͘͘͝d­̸̢͓̙̟̇͝ ̴̡̢̢̛̭̖̜̻͔͇̥͎̪̹̭̤͔͇͕̦͎̰͚̪͊̅̑͛̈̄͋̍̍́͘̕͘͜͝͠ͅͅo̷̿̎̿͂͆̔̃̈̈́͋͛̅̈̿͑͒̚̚͝͠­̢̗̙̎̅͋̐̅͜͜͝ͅͅf̶̧̛̼͓̫͍̒͐̐̔͝ͅ ̸̧̨̝̰̩̻̠̩̳̗̣̩̹̯͚̰̻͔̖̩̯̻̺̍͒̊ͅͅr̴̢̼͚͍̖̝͇͙̬̦̣͚̗̯̓̒̏͒̓̈̔͑̀́̌̆͊̊̃́̅̚͜e­̷̢̧̡̢͎͓͉̲̲͔͔̗͇̯̟̫̻̣̳̳̹͕̱̳̀͋̽͐̃͆͊͋̄͝ͅͅḏ̴̛͓̘̹̫̇͐́̽̂͆́͛̄̆̀̎̾̃̈́̀̔̚͘͝­̦͉̮̝̪̮̜̰͚̫̪͙̣̫̟̬ͅ ̸̢͓̘̥̺̭̟̣͚̻͖̱̼̮̹͈̯̩͙͔͙̌̋͗̂̈́͑͒̒́̃̔̔̽̚ẗ̸̛̛̼̺̟̪̤̘͉̾̿͌͒̈́͐͑̃͝h̵̛̏̋́͂̔­̦̟̪̐͝͝͝ą̶̡̢̧̣̪͚̯͍͈̪̤͍̩͉̼̟͇̲̲̭̮͈̱̦͗̓̈̾͠t̴̡̮̖͙̫̗̻̣̥̰͍͎̪͋̒̇͊ͅ ̴̡͙̲̮͎̞̆͒͋̄̽͊̒̅̊͑̓̐̈́́͊̔̃̍̊͗̏̈̕̕̕ŕ̵̢̛̲̼̭̻̪̓͋͒̍̑̆̈͠͝ͅu̷͑͛̿̿̉̄͒̒̋͠͝­̨̧̤̤͔͚̳̱̯͎̘̲͕̭̣̰̞̙̩̖̞͇̻̙̭͌̈́̂̔̅̓̄͋́͗̀̈̏̈̚͜ͅń̶̨̧̢̨̨̢̨̝͖̹̜̥̻̩̤̞s̶̊͛­̨̨̨̥̤̟̭̤͍͇̫̼̻̙̦͇̝̣͈͙̙̜͚̘͒̍̈̈̐̑̌̒̈́͐̚͠͠ ̵̨̧̳̤̗͍̯̬̤̂̊̏̊̊̉͜͝͝d̸̨̢̛̥͈͉̗̣͙̟̱͈͇̜͕̎͑̂̊͒̾͒͛̃̈́̔͂̇̉̊̂́̀̚͝͝o̴͌̆̊̃̊̕­͚͕̻̘̩̰̺̹͉̖̝͓͔̗̦̠̠̮̤͕̹͎̬̣͙̫̒̑̈́̊̔̉̎̌̑̆̒̆͜ͅw̵̡̡̬͓̻̣͍̯̳̤̘͍̼̞̹͉̃̐͌̽̀͋ͅ­̬n̵̡̡̙͉͙̮̖̲̘̞̮͙͇͕̿̌̄̋̇͑̆̌̄͂͋͛͂̈̈́͋̎͗̿̃̽̍͘͘͜͝ ̵̛̲̆̈́̋̈́̋̇͒̈́̑̈͑̈̓͊̊̌̆͗̈́͛̑̿͊̚͝m̵̡̡̧̧̛͍͕͉̗̰̜̱̙̖͍̫̦̲̻͔͍͐͒̎̏͑̇̉̓́̉̓̽ͅy­̶̧͎̖̼͈͕̻́͊̾̒̎̐̍̈̿̎̌͋̈́͋̾͛̌̿͐̀̚͝͠ ̵̺̯̬̪͖͊̑̄̾́̕͠a̴̛̛͍͚̜̤̼̯͒̀̓̈́͋͂̍̔̓̽̈̽̍͛̓͌̃̅̚͘̚͘͝͝r̷̛̩͒͑̐̑̋͊̈́̈͒̕͜m̸̅­̧̧̗͕͙͇̦̙̭̙͇̪̬̱̩͖̦̺̠̫̥͂͋̉̈́͂͘͝͠ͅ.̶̠̠̥̣̦̯͉͖̙̼̝̥̦̌̇̇͗́̌̏̾͒̿̔̀̒̆̆́̕̕͝͠­͉
̵̨̢̟͎͚̩͚̟̻͚̺̠̜̩̼̱̩̩̙̜͇̖͈͊̌́̎̍̎̄S̸̢͙̜̣͍͓̬̳̱̿͌̋͒̄̌͑̈́̓͜͜ő̴̃̏̑̌͋͑͑­̢͓̤͓͍̑̆̚͠m̷̛̺̻̙̠͈̞͉̈́͒̓̑̂̉́͂̊̍̌͒̉̀̂̍̇̓̆̀͑̄͗̏͋ͅe̴͆͂̅͋̏̑͆̍̿̉́͌́̽͛̌͌́­̭̯̩̩͙̫͚̀̏̂͛͛̕͝ț̴̨̲̩͕̗̠̩̦͍̯̭̘̜̫̫̘̳͖̎̾̄̎͗̅̂̂̀͠i̴̡̦̬̺̊m̷̧̭̂̽͐͒͗̂̀̇̚­̳̠̹ę̴̜̱̬̠̗̬̖̲͔̞͎̭̪͌̾́̾́͘͠ͅͅş̷̖͖̺͊̑̑̓̓͋͂͗̃́̀̌͛͆́̐́̀̀͋͘͝͝,̵̋́͂̿͘͝­̗͖̮̝́̀́̐̋̋̈́̍̈͑̕ ̸̢̙̩̣̼̼̀́̀͋̓̄͐̆͒̑́͌̌̎͐Ĭ̴̯͇̼̪̬̯̈̈̓͐̈̇̾̃̐͐̄͑͌̽̚͜͠ͅ ̴̨̧͈̦̘̻̥̠̜̥̞̮̬̺̻͖̬̪̩̣͇̭̺̙̭͉̺̌̋́̍̓̅̽̑͂͐̽̊̎̇̀̄̅̅͛̋̕̚̕͜͝m̷͉̤̆̾͂̾̿̕͘͘­͚͎̠̰͖̼i̵̡͚̟͔͚͓͌̀̀̈́͆̓̄̅̃̉̅͛̎̋̌̓͘͘̕͝͠s̸̨͉̘͔͓̾̈̏̑̾̃͌̿͛̉̓̓̿̓̆̈͑͠͠s̵̎̍­̨̢͎̮̼̬̮̱̰͙̞͙̫̤̙͖̟̥̘̜ͅ ̵̩͕̽͌͛̂̂̈́͑̅̽̄͝i̶̧̡͚̳̲̫̯̼͇̯̞̮̻̬͓̻̩͈̼͇̮̺̼͒̃̈́̋̒̆͒̂̀͛̓̈́̋̓̂̒̄̀̈́̚͘͜͜͝͝­t̶̖̘͆̓͂̽́̈́̈̈́̐̅̕͝͝.̷̗͈̻̦̝̙͚̃̃̃̋̉͋̕͝͠͝
̵̀͊͐̄̈̔̉̒̏̀͐̊̿̀͑͋͋̒̾̈́̏̉̓̽͊̚͝­̨̢̖̮͙̮͖̱͇̫̗̭͈̤̭̫̳̙̫͙̬͙̻͗ͅT̴̢̢̡̞̻̲͇̙̣͈͖̻̐̋̏̓̇̊͂̉̌͛̈́̀̑̽̊̒̐̈͛̈́͋̚͠͝h­̵̢̨̯̩̭̦̮̞̳͓͙̩̪̺̗͉̳̓͒̃͂̈̉͊̿̑̓̊̑̂̾̀͒̈́͒̈́͊̑̈̑̀̾o̷̡̪͍͇̣̺̎̈͊̔͂̈̄̚̕̕ͅͅs̴­̢̨̨̡̢̨̤͚̩͖̟̗̻͎̖͔̦̖̲̯̗̋͑͆͛͛́̎́̎̈́͆̌̾̓̓͗̀̒̕̚͝ę̴̼͇̗̦̜͆ͅ ̷͉̱͖̦̱̝̗̠̞̫͉́͊̒̾̂͛͜l̶̛̤̜̞̠͓̠͕̦̬̖͔̩͇͖̖̱͋̎͒̓̆̋͊̀̇̌̑̇͐̍̎̓͑̉̍̔̐̈́̂̌̕͠͝­̫͕͙͕̟̪i̶̡̧̛̼̫̪̭̣̳̩͕̼̫̫͚͇͒̂̒̆̇̒̈͆̑̈́̔́͒́̑̔̀͋̒͗̉́͜͜͝͝ņ̶̧̢̢̛̙̝͔̪͓̈́̔̏­̬̥͕̮̳̬ę̵̡̧̛̥̫̹̹͙͇̖͚̝̪̟͖̜͇̞̥̼̬͕̂̈́͆̈́̉̃̽̃̍̿̎̄̍̇̓̈́͆̅͒̀̇̚͜s̴̾͐͑͌́̒̽͊­̨̧̧̢̫̮̤͖̻̞̖̱̹͉̥͍̹͈̬̍͒͆̑͜ͅ.̶̡̛͚͈͔͈̲̲̪̦̟͖̀͗̓̂̎̒͐͌̈́͑̽̈́͑́̓͌̔͛̔͒̊̆͂͝͝͝­̫̗̣
Malla10 Nov 2018
His tears are the lights has the sky but are as heavy as the earth its self. his fears hide who he really is. controlling his life as if he was a puppet. nothing can control the pain nothing can make it go away. so he must bottle It Up Inside shove away the pain shove away will remind him of what he doesn't whatever remember. shoving down the pain until the pain comes back and hits you. The plaque mocking Shadows that appear telling you it's all your fault telling you what you fear to hear. Those sleepless nights turn into Sleepless wait to see her of closing your eyes is all you ever think about. until you can take no more days to turn into weeks until that week where you give in in your eyes I'm going to the darkness. You are never there forever you will always find the light back. someone will always be there to hold that light that you must follow. do not listen to the Shadows to not given for they are the reason your fears are here. the Shadows are not too strong as you may think. you must use the strength that is inside you-you must tell the Shadows when enough is enough. For there will be a time where you must let go yes the Shadows make you who you are but you can't stay one person 1 old self the rest of your days. you must move on you must grow you must live the life you were meant to.  you must grab the rope and pull it down and slap the Shadows into the light you must tell them it is your time in their system. for the Shadows are now the light and you are in control.
Brynn S Nov 2018
Marble domes replace your eyes
The words of truth, the worlds of lies
Sweeping in links, the silent wind
I have not a clue
What am I to do?
Beside myself with anguish
The utter defeat of the speechless
I miss you
To cut loose ends is to make something new
How could I not love someone like you?
Distance makes the heart grow weak
No tunes to hum, none to speak
This is an apology to the one I hurt
Worried to the end
The broken to mend
Tearsoaked eyes
Shine another day.
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