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 Mar 2018 Marty
melanie
Ghost
 Mar 2018 Marty
melanie
Time lingers on like an unseen ghost
that keeps raising my hackles
to keep me on my toes

I rub my arms for warmth on 100 degree days
I forget my coat in snowstorms
I have no sense of direction
Yet I know something has changed

Time has broken the unspoken
Do you miss me....
 Mar 2018 Marty
FreeMind
And all of a sudden I felt it spark inside of me.
The struck of the lightning bolt had diminished the emptiness within my fallen Soul,
I was finally able to feel.

Feel the warmth of the sun on my pale skin, politeness of lonely strangers,
The energy, the excitement, the friendliness, Happiness.
All these emotions came rushing back!

I was alone. Hardly anything changed. And yet it all felt different.
Step by step, day by day, Life became better.
I stopped getting the daily visits from Death.
It left me without a "Goodbye", and I was glad.
Glad that Life became my new friend.

But most importantly, I am glad that I can finally enjoy the small joys,
The small acts of kindness that Life brings to me.

I feel everything but emptiness.
At last I am full.
And all because I am finally free -
From You.



-FreeMind
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 Mar 2018 Marty
FreeMind
My mind is intoxicated with your lies.
I need you to save me, make me feel alive...


-FreeMind
#6
 Mar 2018 Marty
FreeMind
The Ghosts of fallen Lovers,
Wandering the World.
Aimlessly waiting for a Spark,
And a little bit of Hope.
Sadness overgrown them,
Spreading like a wildfire.
Now became contagious.
A disease.

The Ghosts of fallen Lovers,
Broken by the Truth.
Questioning reality,
Slowly losing their morality.
Desperate for belonging, but -
Desired by none.
The World now dark,
No light, no brightness.

The Ghosts of fallen Lovers,
They got what they deserved.
But now revenge is coming,
Prepare for what is worse.


-FreeMind
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 Mar 2018 Marty
FreeMind
Through the broken glass,
I can see the skeleton staring at me.
"Did you give up all ready?
You were never ready for this..."
She teases me, laughs in my face.
But its okay,
My vision is blurry now,
Can hardly see through the tears that filled my swollen eyes.

"What have you done?"
The scream comes from nearby,
Yet feels like it is miles away.
Am I drowning?
No.
I'm sitting in my bedroom floor.
And still everything seems distant.
My lungs are full.
I can not breath.

The broken glass looked tempting.
I did what thought was right.
But theres no time to reassure myself.
More screams, more worries.
The skeleton is still across from me.
I'm giving in.
You won.


-FreeMind
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 Mar 2018 Marty
Her
Self Sabotage
 Mar 2018 Marty
Her
i am locked within a cage
of my own making
my hands and feet are ******
from trying to climb these walls
made of my own bones and hatred

i am screaming please don't leave
but by the time the words
make their way up to my mouth
from this prison
only the word
leave
escapes my mouth
please don't leave, even when i am so difficult. I truly do not mean it and wish more than anything for you to stay. please stay
 Mar 2018 Marty
Bobcat
Curtain Call.
 Mar 2018 Marty
Bobcat
I only write when I'm sad
Cause I use my words to cope.
So what am I supposed to say
When I feel the slightest bit of hope?

Love poems and positive thoughts?
I've tried that but it's all been said
I start writing and all I can think about
Is the times I wanted a bullet in my head.

Pretty typical stanza coming from me
Everything I write is basically the same
Oh no, I broke down the fourth wall
Am I still a poet or am I stripped of that name?

This is not me giving this up
Its more of me finally giving in
I think we all saw this coming,
That it's time to drop this pen.

I want to say thank you
For all your love and support.
And if anyone is saddened by this
Just know that I'm not sad anymore.
Thanks for letting me cope and not feel like I'm alone.
 Feb 2018 Marty
Jen Snow
Tattoo
 Feb 2018 Marty
Jen Snow
Freud says tattoos
Are
The Manifestation
Of a
Trauma

Every point
A
Separate pain
We
Have
Suffered

It took
Two
And a
Half
Hours

To complete
The
Diary
Of my
Trauma

And half a million perforations

To convert
Those
Memories
Into something

New

And

Beautiful

To finally
Let go
Of the past
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