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there's a hidden, empty place
between the conscious and unconscious mind,
it's a wallowing feeling -
a standstill, a little uphill
looking down on yourself
realizing the battle is nearly over,
ready for change
and you say
take me to be whole, entirely me
enlighten me
Cat Wilson Mar 2017
I will tell you right now.
My mind has gone somewhere else.
Every since you told me you cared,
but then I saw you caring for another girl the same way.
My life flashed before me.
My whole body went numb every memory flashed back and out of my head.
I stand there staring at once was mine and is now on my counter in some other girl that has lost her mind as well.
Maybe I am just a past time.
I ran.
I ran as fast as I could out of there.
Your voice was just scratching at me,
begging me to listen but I wouldn't I saw it all.
Nothing could be done to fix it,
my mind has gone somewhere else
every night I go to sleep.
Right when I close my eyes
All I see is that day.
That day,
You took my heart right out of my chest
You told me you loved me.
Could see no one else but us.
But you seemed to find your self getting bored of me.
Days go on house is quieter everyday
The back door opens later and later in the night.
You sneaking in
Saying "it was a long night at work"
But we all know it was a long night with another girl.
A girl who can handle it who can put a smile on your face more than I can
Maybe more than I ever had
Will I ever be good for you?
That day was the day I lost my mind
My mind is still here.
Mane Omsy Mar 2017
Fair to trust your covers
Trust worthy profiles, texts
Who knew the hidden tragedy
Judging a cover, the whole series
Let no troubles face till doom
This route is a little tough
Rough enough to move gently
Though I don't surrender
Buckle up even harder
Till the broken heart fixes
Its own way to empowerment
I seek revenge but I'll fail
Until then I'll have stories to tell
Lessons to spread and alert
Internet frauds are using other's profiles to cheat people and con them with easy measures. From my experience.
Julia Mae Mar 2017
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if you can't stand up for me
then you don't deserve to stand next to me
emme m Feb 2017
midnight thoughts and wasted eyes
waiting for the sun to rise
owls are howling, so depressed
the morning light will be our guest

dosen’t matter if we’re drunk or sober
wasted nights in late october
leaves are floating down to earth
feeling like we’re nothing worth
Brutus paul Feb 2017
An ember in the dark, is the simplest guide home.
As it glows in the night it must be mine. It is my inheritance.
Given from this blackened world around, which so curiously continues to fail my needs.
As now that fire is within my grasp, it will be fanned and made a flame.
Dancing its light across the valleys and ridges, showing only I the way.
It should be grateful for its existence, before I, what was it.
Now Blazing full glory. The entire ethereal realm before me.
Pure white heat raging. Brighter than the nearest star. The peak of vision.
Simply to surprise this meager gift from a world so unworthy, simply fades.
Coiling back into itself, a mere minor speck of red in an endless void.
Suffocated.
Along I go, to find a worthy ember.
Skyye Yoder Feb 2017
''I picked you over her''
should have been the first red flag.
''Shorty'' saved in his phone is another.
He knew I'd never evade his privacy, so he never had to hide anything.
I cared
but I trusted
I was scared
yet I believed in him
He stopped caring
I kept loving
He was gone
I was still trying
He told me I wasn't enough
I assured him I was.
He left
with a ''maybe in the future''


I grew stronger within time
I don't hate him for what he did. But I don't like him for his vile ways. I am worthy of something better than him. He will forever be my first lover, but he wont be the last. for him, it was a loss. Im sure he realizes it now. Tragic.
Ravanna Dee Feb 2017
What saddens me horribly,
is that we spend too much time tangling ourselves up in our own insecurities.
Looping it around our throats and strangling our souls.
Maybe we need to start carrying around a mental knife...
Start cutting ourselves free before it’s too late.
The slow and painful process of watching a beautiful persons heart deflate from the negative needles that they turn on themselves, is becoming too common and too difficult to see.
Please, know that you're loved,
that you're unique,
that you're beautiful and smart.
Know that you're worthy of kindness.
Especially from yourself.

-Sincerely, A Stranger
Please, love yourself and treat people kindly. You never know if the person you're speaking to is silently breaking before you. An encouraging smile, a soft word, a gentle hand, a listening ear... We can all give something. And often, more times out of not, it's the small time that you've set aside for someone that can change a heart, even for just a moment. If you can make someone feel like they're worth something, do it. Love others, love yourself.
Table For Two Dec 2016
I write poems all the time for people to see.

But you're the only one I want to read them.
X*X
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