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Tess Aug 2018
"Leave me alone" she said, but she didn't mean it, and he didn't know.
Tess Aug 2018
I want to get lost in this universe
Ride by the stars
And spread rays of light

Help in creating flowers
To braid my hair
And for him to give her

To love all creatures
And watch the waters flow
Silent and calm

I just want to get lost in this ******* beautiful universe.
That's all I want.
Tess Aug 2018
Sometimes she lays there wanting to feel something. Anything
No one cares about her anymore.
Not her friends, her family.

Her life is behind a shut door.
She is surrounded by walls, plain walls.
Walls that hold secrets

Her pains, her cries, her dead memories.
She is forgotten but she doesn't forget.
She has no role in this world

Or so she thinks.
Her thoughts flow like black waters,
spreading through her body, her veins.

Her memories almost dead.
Her heart broken into a million glass pieces
that stab her with every thought of you.

Because you should have been there for her,
when she was alive, when she needed you.
This was the first ever poem I wrote through which I discovered there was a poet living in me, undiscovered.
Tess Aug 2018
Flowing through every little space,
creating ripples from ones touch,
consisting of many compounds,
but all of the same type,
is water

Water above me, as I lie under,
Wanting to escape from here,
wanting to get away from all responsibilities

When water surrounds me,
I'm in a different world.
A world where days turn to nights, and nights to days.
A world where freedom runs through your blood.
A world where someone cares.

But once I reach surface,
It's all gone
And I'm back again.
Tess Aug 2018
Pillows that hold tears
walls that hold memories
Books that hold death

Tickets that take you places
Water that gives life
Money that gives happiness

The truth is forgotten
Lies are aprreciated
Chivalry is dead

Our world is changing
We are changing
It is slipping out of our hands

But are we doing anything to stop it?
  Aug 2018 Tess
Logun Alexander Johnson
People think I'm  a downer. How can I not be, when I don't know joy?
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