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could I compare you to my diary?
Sculpted to be just like me:
When i look into your eyes
I justs see a mirrored disgise,
for you and i compare so well our frienship
we'll never tell, you shall not fade,
from memory or the light of day,
because your my shadow your my friend
and i hope till death we end
HI
Gabriela Jimenez Dec 2011
I went back to all the hate mail
I went back and retraced all my scars
I went back and followed you to the start

Of all the none believing
In your heart

You don't believe in
yourself
your face
your hair
your smile

You used to smile at me
and say things like
I wish I could make the pain go away

From his hands
His knuckles
His teeth

Everything he ever used to beat
you, break you, eat you
alive

I always thought he was broken
But I never thought he'd cut  you with
all the shards

I keep having dreams where you're
standing now

But you've been pushed down so low
That theres no getting out

I'm sorry I chose Mary Jane
I'm sorry I chose to Escape
I'm sorry I chose to Look away

But I'm not going back there
No way

I liked to think
I chose to leave
and You chose to stay

But I know you just
chose him
instead of liberty
** I in no way am insinuating that women decide to stay in abusive relationships. I put this together from memory.
Please accept my apologies if this troubles you.
Clary Morgan Mar 2016
I thought I had something to say.
To endlessly express with nothing thats everything
I felt limitations were impossible
I wanted someone to hear what I was saying, even if they were just whispers.
Cause I lost the words I needed to hear since I lost all the words everyone wanted to hear
Now maybe I'll disapear
Found my something to say

Just is a restraining word.
I'm just a person- said Da Vinci and Einstein
I'm just a place- said the Eiffel Tower or Great Wall
They're just other things that time has created.
If you lose the just you start to define what it is you are.
I'm a place or a person.
You no longer fit to one thing or creation.
You get to pick who you become when you lose the justs in life.
Sorry if this makes no sense, but I wanted say something important that I forgot about.
Nevermind, figured it out
Jackson fox May 2014
We're all justs Puppets for entertainment

Acting out is our greatest statement

Getting your strings is all our under Achievement

Earning your keep is how you make it
brooke myers Jul 2015
depression.
is like drowning but, you can see everyone else breathing.
you have thoughts, maybe even dreams about going into a black hole and never returning.
you have no faith,hope,belief in yourself.
you're tired of living so, you try and attempt suicide but, then comes along your demons who want you to be alive so they can terrorize you, **** you slowly,painfully.
you will die eventually,if not survive but thats very rare for someone to recover without relapsing and running to their demons once again.
we learn how to deal with them speaking to them so they won't get lonely and decide to make you do something crazy. they take over your entire mind and body.
you don't think like you do.
you don't speak like you.
you don't make decisions like you used to.
they control you and theres no refusing to do what they want you to.
Depression is like a sickness that you cannot cure no medicine..yes there is medicine that makes you feel like ****,and makes you happy but thats truly justs drugging you.
there is no cure to depression you want to die and some how you'll find a way.
A painful way.
suicide.
now thats the worst most powerful side effect of depression.
suicide.
a wish to die.
it doesn't matter how just that you want to die over and over again to feel the pain that lets you know you're still breathing, and alive.
it drives you insane.
you try and fight through but theres no choice but to go along with it.
youre tired of looking at happy people.laugh it off like nothings happening.
tired of hearing peoples sob stories about how their cat died yesterday and not realizing you're slowly dying in front of there dim wit face.
tired of looking at things and thinking of how you'd like to do that but you just can't because you are demanded not to by the voices so instead you sit there with a wish to die in your head.
tired of listening to people give you fake *** compliments about how your so pretty,how your just so beautiful.
you know they're lying so instead you just walk away.
with the wish to die.
Paul Hardwick Dec 2017
Noddy just
justs ******* noddy'ing off
2 or 3 times a day

bell three rings
the locals call him
sleeps in the corner

after two or three beers
no chips please
Noddy's fat enough

Good old fat Noddy's just off
needs to go upstairs
volunteer to carry him up

**** no love him
needs to loose weight for me
he needs to dream

**** me Noddy has no friends
they all hate him
Just because no one
can carry him up the ******* stairs
Poor old nod
and the ******* stairs.
LOVE P@ul ***.
scared Sep 2015
In school. Watching all the faces go by one by one.
Just watching them smile and laugh.
I just keep walking, listening  to my music.
Not giving one care in the world.
No one sees the pain I'm in.
No one seems to care.
Every day goes by one day at a time.
Everything is going by so slow.
Nothing is really happening.
Everyone is making fun of me for the way i dress and express myself.
No one will really know me.
No one really cares to know me.
Everyone justs walks by knowing something is wrong but never asks anything.
hannah May 2018
Faking being happy
Lies served with a smile
Boredom seeps from the cracks
Scared smothered and covered with false personality
Insecurities fed with food to make us feel better
Tear drops behind closed doors
Death’s associated with happiness justs so we don’t break down
Because when we break down people can see us for what we really are
Depressed
Lying
Bored
Scared
Insecurity
Crying
Fake
aaliyah Apr 2019
Is it bad that she’s different
Because she’s always alone
Is it bad that she’s sad
Because she wants to go home
She just wants to be free
From the burden of life
She justs wants to be understood
Without the pain of a knife
But she is forever broken
Nowhere to run to in this miserable life
She is tired of fighting
She just wants to be free
But instead she is different controlled by a key
Michelle A Ford Aug 2020
I WRITE FROM THE RIGHT
OR IS IT YOUR LEFT
I AM POLITICALLY INEPT

I WAS RAISED BY THE FLAG
IM NOW ASKED TO BURN

BORN TO KNEEL IN  A PLACE OF WORSHIP

NOW I AM ASKED TO COURTSEY
FOR COURTSHIP

MY BIRTHRIGHT A RUMOR
TEMPERS DO FLARE

BIG BROTHER WATCHERS
PEER EVERYWHERE

ONE NATION UNDER GOD
MORE SO  DURESS

THE SMALLER I TRY TO BECOME
THE BIGGER THE MESS

I LIVE IN THE WILD
IS THAT HOW I SHOULD REMAIN

PAWN KNIGHT OR SAID QUEEN
RIGHT ROOK TAKES THE GAME

THE BLUE TRAVELER SANG WHILE HE PLAYED HIS STEEL BLOW

SHE IS DONE TAKING ALL YOUR INSANITIES
LOOK OUT BELOW

UNDER THE PRESSURE OF
CONSTANT SCRUITINY
TO HELL WITH TAKING ONE
WHEN I PRAY ITS BOTH KNEES

NOW THAT ... THAT IS OUT OF THE WAY
WE HAVE A WAR TO WIN AGAINST OURSELVES TODAY

IN THE WORLD OF I
EGOS
AND JUSTS

GET OUT OF YOUR HOMES
KNOCK OFF THE DUST

THE LONGER YOU SIT
THE MORE THEY SCHEME

UNITED WE STAND
DIVIDED WE FEIN

I WRITE FROM MY RIGHT
OR
IS IT YOUR LEFT

ILL MAKE MY OWN WAY
THATS THE ONLY CHOICE LEFT
this was a combo poem a assorted collection of recent thoughts upcoming events and those need to be addressed  ........
Blake Apr 2020
Hey to the pretty girl
Hey to the lonely boy waiting for someone to notice him.
Hey to the wannabe girls that are picking on the boy who justs friends.
Hi to the teacher who sits and does nothing but watches.
Hello to the boy that finally sits with the only boy instead of being mean.
I watch this all godown but who will be next.
This is school each day doing the same things until the cycle is ended.
Grievance hides in comforts lair,
Waiting and preparing with an evil glare,
Coming out when least expected,
Leaving not a love untested,
Pain hits both souls in unequal proportions,
Feelings of love face severe distortions,
While you may detach with little trouble,
This has turned me into a pile of rubble,

You feel relief from madness,
I feel grief and sadness,
You need time to reset and defuse,
I remain restless dazed and confused,

Hopes of renewal flows through me,
I ponder and it is you I see,
You are unlike me however,
You are unsure if there might be better,
Unsure if it is a better me,
Or if it is someone else you might see,

What was,
What could have been,
What was the cause,
And when?
How did it come to this,
I struggle to not reminisce,
So many good times,
Drowned out by one harsh line,
Spoken from you,
All of it truth,
Painful to the ear,
Something I never wanted to hear,
Yet delivered with such care,
As to make it easier to bear,
Yet somehow that made it worse,
Now it justs hurts,
It almost would have been easier,
If you had made it speedier,
Cut ties right after,
So I wouldn’t have to remember the laughter,
Oft shared between you and I,
Which I know lies buried in time,

You have given me a slimmer of hope,
That maybe some day we can fix what you broke,
How can I move on when my heart lives for the future,
For a past that couldn’t possibly come sooner,
How long can I wait,
Right at the gate,
For you to make up your mind,
Create a relationship by your design,
To your liking,
To my acceptance,
Am I willing to give my independence,
For what, another eight months,
Another eight months of constant bumps?
Foolish is the one to agree to this,
Yet foolish am I to even resist,
I know I can take it,
Another eight months,
I know I can commit,
Even through all the bumps,
You are the unknown,
Sitting there on your throne,
Making your ruling off how you feel,
Giving me the urge to kneel,
Your decision holds my breath in the air,
I hope of nothing but repair,
And I wait as you stay quiet,
Acknowledging that decisions take time,
Yet I hope to once again call you mine.
Blue Aug 31
Sweet Melody of My Dream: My Last Broken Lullabies.

When the red night stares into an oblivion's end,
I cried to the red sky, but the sky will never hears,
I can only dream of my happy ending,
Wishing upon the return of the spring and you–my only hope,
For another farewell that blinds me once more.
No need for your rotten flowers, dear
You are everything to me.
✧☆: .。.
There are always times, when—
I wish my life away to the red sky, take it.
The space of my mind is hollow like my heart.
The loneliness consumes the light of my day.
If everything is falling apart,
Would you like to be here for a moment?
another version : would you be willing to be here for me?
✧☆: .。.
If you do,
Please embrace me.
✧☆: .。.
I'm floating through my madness,
The broken mirror broke and shattered me,
When I take every pieces of the broken mirror,
I can only find my colorful sins, shame and tears on my face,
On today onwards, I don't think I can't walk anymore.
there was a heavy weight I always carry, maybe blue?
✧☆: .。.
A little and sweet promises give me another reason to be alive.
justs like how a lie can be both sweet and malicious,
the truth can be both cruel and kind to anyone,
Why not we just welcome and join the red sky, dear?
✧☆: .。.
I do realize,
The fire can't burn everything away,
The water washes away my tainted thoughts,
The wind whispers the sound of life to me.
I always grow impatient when I see you.
✧☆: .。.
Please
Don't seek an embrace in the warmth of the red sky, dear,
It will never listen to your lies, cries, and our lonely sorrow's melody.
Oh my foolish darling,
Hide and cover your shame with the love I gave you,
There is always another hope— these flames of hope will never die.
✧☆: .。.
As if the —
Spring will return,
When everything is falling apart.
The wind of autumn howls within my mind.
Winter spoke too soon,
As if it were the last day of my happiness.
And summer binds every tragic memory and sorrow.
✧☆: .。.
...
On this moment,
Time feels like a memory of someone's,
The people that lies– ended up crying and scream,
The people who just watched and did nothing–regret it
When the madness drips from the red sky,
My dear, please listen to your heart,
We can't wash away this sinful world.
✧☆: .。.
When spring blooms once more,
The wind of autumn whispers its final goodbye.
Winter leaves behind its warm embrace.
And summer...
Marks the end of everything.
✧☆: .。.
Every life that longing for return,
Every demise
Every tears–but I know, no tears need to dry anymore,
are everything was meant for this end?
.... My head feel hurt just by watching this madness
my dear oh hear my finals wishes,
Would you like to take my blues and pain away?
another version : Would you like to take my blues and red away?
✧☆: .。.
If really everything was meant to be like this,
Goodbye, my brightest star.
please shine upon me, my world
Perhaps, there is another world for us to be completely free without our scars and pain of this sinful world,
And leave behind the cage of sorrow of this broken world.
Close your eyes– my dear,
and wipe the brine on your broken face.
May we meet again in another world,
The one without the pain we carry, tonight.

— The End —