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That's what it's about
With BPD
The risks you take
And stupidity

The anxiety,
And unwelcome mentality
That's what it's about
With BPD

Three shots of whiskey
And a glass of wine
Throw back a couple pills
I'm sure I'll be fine.

That's what it's about
With BPD
The risks, stupidity,
And anxiety.
 Aug 2013 tdf
The New Kestrel
Have you ever Just
Sat and wondered about
Random things that
Runaroundinyourmindatthespeedoflight.

Barely understandable.
But somehow the clearest explanation.
Why things happen.
Why the world is the way it is
And why life is most important.

Why the "Powers That Be"
Seem to take over peoples lives and
Cloud them from reality.

Why people are consumed by lust
And constantly feed their desires.
Hungrily.

Why healing wounds itch and
Get scratched open again.
Bleeding invisibly.

Why government agencies lie to the people
And gets its citizens killed.
Leaving the rest ignorant and begging.


These things just, sometimes, happen.

And sometimes life's a *****.
 Aug 2013 tdf
kf
precipitation
 Aug 2013 tdf
kf
her life was a
river
her tears were
the rain
and every time
a storm arrived,
the flooding
would
drown her
in
pain
 Aug 2013 tdf
Lizzie Juliet
Revenge
 Aug 2013 tdf
Lizzie Juliet
Revenge is just a quick fix
That quickly slips from fingertips
Purse your lips and take a sip
It just tastes too good.
 Aug 2013 tdf
Joseph Norris
Another broken dish
Another door off the hinge
Who am I with
You're not my wish
Listen to the walls
This relationship falls
These bruises
Those cuts
I stopped trying to understand
So I begin to lift my hand
Now trembling, I shake
Hearts begin to break
Those eyes aren't the same
So why do I stay
I'm the one to blame
This isn't a game
Where was our first date
What's my favorite song
This has gone on too long
Tarnished slate, stained plate
New person masked
In a casing of the past
Leave again and see
You won't have me
 Aug 2013 tdf
Plain Jane Glory
I'm sorry for my poetry
I'm sorry it isn't about coffee stains
On lace tablecloths

I'm sorry I don't have little anecdotes
About our shy and awkward love
Or his fearless mouth

I'm sorry the lipstick is always faded
The metaphors are sloppy, stumbling drunks
And the skies are never blue enough
I'm sorry about my poetry
I'm sorry for my poetry

I'm so, so sorry
Please just let me cry it out
I swear I'll clean it up
 Aug 2013 tdf
maybella snow
not saying i'm weak
                                                but
i really need
someone to hold me
together
because
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i s   n o   l o n g e r
w     h     o     l     e                                                      a t   a l l
 Aug 2013 tdf
wounded
an angel //
 Aug 2013 tdf
wounded
yesterday
i swear i saw
an angel pass me
on the road

she stared at me
intently
as though i should
follow her back home

i followed that
warm feeling
to a place
i didn't know

now i'm lost; and incidentally
wise to the fact that
chasing falling angels
leaves you cold and all alone
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