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Jaycee Jan 2015
Am I allowed to miss you?
It seems that I'm really not.
I know everything now,
The things that you said,
That caused me to frown.
I often wonder if you even feel bad.
Do you know how many tears I had shed?
No, you don't.
It makes me feel somewhat ashamed,
How much I miss you.
Traveler Mar 2014
I dreamt you were still a child
As if time had just stood still
I was paralyzed in great despair
By your wounds I could not heal
I held you tight and cried aloud
To curse my wicked soul
For leaving you so far behind
So many years ago
Traveler Tim
Ode to my youngest.
re to 05-17 then 8-18
Am I wrong to want it different
Is it selfish
To divulge in things that I know will lead to heartache
To give myself the relief of a friend for a while, even though I know it will hurt them
I know I cannot excuse this behavior
But Is it not for my health
For my well being
No
It only causes pain, again and again
It is not necessary
It is selfish
KitaRaizal May 2014
The big bad wolf
He sits in the tree
With me
The big bad wolf
Shakes like the leaves on the tree
Oh hes so cute
The big bad wolf
You make me smile
Mister wolf
You dont belong up here
But then again
Fox's dont either.

~
Summer-Skye
Anne Webb May 2017
I saw a girl once
and she just gave me a smile
but that was enough
I was having a very bad day and I felt like crying. I got on a bus to go home and that's when I saw her. She was completely normal, there was nothing really special about her. Not the hair, clothes or makeup. But she was just so beautiful. I felt like I could see into her soul. She noticed I was looking at her and just smiled at me. And my day suddenly got a whole lot better. The power of a smile...
gleck Mar 2016
I feel my outsides crack.
Please I beg, I take it back.
A set of white teeth glisten.
Bad words, mad words, I still listen.

With your fingers you paint me purple and blue.
Each spot a slightly different hue.
Then in front of other's I wear a mask.
"I'm clumsy" - I tell those who ask.

You are all bark- yet you bite.
I shiver in fright.

You tell me I'm small.
What am I to you, a nut?
Mr. Nutcracker.
Not based on  any of my experiences
Mo Jul 19
You get mad
when I tell you
I am worried
about money,
when I sit on my ass
watching shitty tv,
smoking all our weed.

You get mad
when I leave
the basement light on.
When I let clean laundry
get wrinkled,
and dirty dishes sit in the sink.

You get mad
when I do not do
what you ask of me,
or care what you think.

You get mad when
I talk loudly.
when I gulp down
my drinks.

You get mad
when I laugh
At other guys jokes.
Or
when I wont
show you my body.

You get mad
when I don't
answer my phone.

cause I cant
find the words.

to say why

I'm trying
To making you
so mad.
Allie Dotson Sep 2017
The water haunts my house. Appearing so very often.
The nights on which it comes
tears apart all in its path.
No one can stop it.
It burns as it gets a hold of your throat and kills your insides with each sip
a sip so deadly you don't realize there until it hits you so hard you cant stand
correctly, so hard it slurs your words and will make you feel what anger is trapped deep inside you
So deadly it makes you feel as if your dependent on it.
It is planted in your mind,
making you think of it every second of the day, craving the sweet relief of unquenched thirst.
Water kills you and the ones who love you.
Water needs to stay in the cabinet tucked away
where no harm is done.
So my dad will no longer hurt himself or me and mommy.
He is not deadly just the water that kills and injurs.
The water haunts my house.
Umi Feb 16
Under an unending sky surrounded by flowers from ones own dream,
This is where I'd find rest.
An eternal rest for the dream yet remains endless and the night everlasting.
The world I see, feels so unreal, I wouldn't want to reopen my eyes.
If the possibility, the chance to never waking up when I have gone to find slumber tonight, it would certainly be alright.
A nightmare which is hunting me even whilst I am in full of my consciousness, a hell without rebirth,
The sunlight, simply out of reach, unable for my eyes to engage in it's warming, comforting, sweet grasp anymore, the moon shines bright.
Sound melts into silence, the city loses its colours yet the flowers remain, blooming in elegance, standing proud in the reflection of the sun's light which once again has overshined the twinkling stars.
Even if tomorrow were never to come,
I would not be able to care about it in any way possible.
For now just let me rest my eyes.

~ Umi
Inspired by my friend Alex
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