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micaela drew Aug 2018
It’s crazy to realize

No one cares about you

You’re not important

This fact has proven true

You’re not special or different

Friendships formed are simply convenient

They hold no significants or mean anything

Funny. Since we think they mean everything

No one cares about you

Especially your peers

If only you knew

It’d spare you lots of tears

People only care about themselves

as sad as it is to say

You mean nothing.

And neither do they.

-md
evolove Oct 2018
You were a flower that rose beneath the feet. The tears watered the seed that made a mind of concrete. Sometimes it eats at me and I can't sleep. So the nights are spent Bruce lee'ing sheets. Blood sport, Bolo when he cheats. Blurry eyed vision, kicking and screaming. Until I'm off dreaming of the
sliver in time I had meaning...

Your love was faith. And I held you back like religion. You built the sky and loved me like we were no different. Delivering deliberate significants. While I'm shivering vigorously bellegerant.  The filament that lit the current I see.  Loving myself in a new light. No longer depending on the comfort of the sea. The compass leads to the happiness in me. For that I throw roses at your feet. Aidios Amigos (friend) until we next meet
please read all the way through. This is my first piece of poetry posted. I wrote it in one sitting. Please give me feed back. Good/bad?
artsyats Aug 2018
Each step one takes
Has two significants
Three days are not enough for a lunatic
He will exclaim, ‘add me four more minutes’
Five hours of work
Can make you empty six bottles of beer
Even on a Sunday, the 7th day of the week
Number eight is a favorite to most men
And nine is viewed as an unstable figure
Finally ten, it gets you back to one
If you switch the digits

August 22, 2015
Parker Sep 2018
The bullseye has gained so many holes that it's significants has deteriorated
A billion specs and you chose me, for now
I'd give my left arm for a single rain cloud to be in my sky
Just so I cannot be the only thing pouring
A storm is inside and I'm afraid all that were on ships today will not be returning home
Your last words in a bottle sprung a leak and now know one will ever bleed a common pain
They dropped 60 floors in a elevator after the plane crashed into the first tower
The safety break kicked in at the bottem though the fire from the jet fuel under them, burned them alive
All a sudden my  issues seem so small
Why do butterflies hurt your heart my dear?
Why does your personality change with the color you dye your hair?
How come the only person I want to be next too is the one that's furthest away from me?
I'm stepping out of this car on the freeway in order to empty my pockets of quicksand
For a moment, the eye of the storm holds me with love
They say it's quite this time of year six feet under
That medication can help you
That it's best to find someone who loves you for you instead of looks
The church was filled with terrible people who believed God doesn't judge
How foolish of them
Your stepping stones are getting smaller and the crowd awaits for them to disappear

— The End —