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Damaged Dec 2013
Sitting here looking out the window and the light
It goes on
Then off
Then on
Then off.
No ones near the switch.
On
Off
On
Off.
Is that you Opa?
Are you trying to tell us somethig?
Beg us to let you back in. Not forget?
Please don't worry, do not fret.
We're always going to love you.
We're never going to forget
Hayley Cusick Sep 2014
maybe it's me.
maybe there is just somethig about myself that I don't see.
maybe my intelligence isn't what I thought it to be.
because you seem to look right through me whenever I speak.

but maybe that's just me.

maybe it's the way I say my t's without actually pronunciating.
or it could be my abundant narcissistic tendencies.
because you never seem to actually see me.

but maybe it's just me.
maybe.
Matt Jursin Mar 2010
I wanted to write somethig really profound...
But my mind doesnt think in words...
It thinks in examples.
And this isnt a good one.
abs Apr 2016
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I used to think about you a lot
Because you were once my apple pie
The thing that kept me going for days.
I cared and loved you
Even if you didn't feel the same way.

Lately, I'm thinking
Which part of it was lost
Because when you came back
Everything left in awe.

I thought all I ever wanted
Was to get you by my side
And now, that you're here
I just want you to get lost.

What happened before left a wound
I guess time really heals everything.
After three long years of silence
All the words was said, and the feelings had left.

It was but a great story
And 'you and I' was just a theory
Somethig haunted me for so long
I could not even remember when.

I wish I could utter good bye
But was there even a 'hello' to start with?
All that's between us are trashed
It needs no futher elaboration.

Even now, I want to end this
Because you don't even deserve a space.
Maybe in our next life
There'll be a better tale told for us.
Mercury Chap Apr 2015
Just think of rain as my tears
At first the sound of lightening
Is what you hear
Then the it starts drizzling
    Drop  by drop
The clouds turning black
Refraining from letting it out at first
Trying to remain intact
Far above in the sky.

The sobbing starts with a  roar
The lightening somethig I once adored
Now becoming a part of me
Something that I hate.

Then suddenly the clouds can't hold it in
It bursts all the pain it had within
Shedding down the rain of tears
Croaking to those who can hear
Some wear a raincoat
And some a get an umbrella
Others run away
But some drench themselves
In my own pain
And feel the tears on their own skins
They kiss the tears
And quench their thusts
And when they do,
There's a cloud burst
*The black sky turns blue again.
Mercury Chap Jun 2015
Is there somethig you're hiding
Underneath that skin?
A black heart maybe
Millions of black sins.

Is there something you want to say
Through those lips which dare to quiver?
Some nervous thoughts maybe
Some to cause a tremour.

Is there something you're afraid of
Although you always look so strong?
A little insect maybe
Or a ghost, if I am not wrong.

Don't just bury it beneath
The stars also do this
They shine and we adore it
But we know we can't touch them
Just say it
Before the tornado comes
And snatches away your world.

Is there something you know?
Is there something which you're afraid to show?
Are you evil or are you kind?
We'll only know when we'll find
Who you are, what you do
The universe plays this game with us
Please don't, tell us
What you hide
You need to confide
Or else the secrets die
With you
Before you even know..
Damaged Feb 2014
It's two am.
Why can't I sleep?
Why am I wide awake?
Oh wait I know;
Because sleep and I aren't friends anymore.
My mind races when I try to rest.
The voices don't shut up.
I can't close my eyes.
I can't escape the nightmare.
The same **** one.
Daddy's in it.
He's saying somethig,
what daddy I can't hear
HELP
Im coming daddy hold on
Help me please
But I can never reach him in time.
Something always holds me back.
I scream and cry and;

wake up Bree, *** it's okay. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep

But it wasn't just a dream and it's not that easy to just go back to sleep.

And that's why at two am I'm still wide awake.
I haven't slept in two days and I'm still wide awake.
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2017
i finnd it hard to start a conversation with that... not being panicky or finicky... i just don't know what to say... should i redeem myself and say somethig worthy of grit? i mean, something that ought to be chewed? how can we rekindle the abstract? the randomness? if it's dead then it's dead... i don't mind that... me 30, you 16.... i'm not really bothered about that giving me a fancy or phantom / fantasy... the priorities mattered, i.e.: beginning with... a beginning... now is the time to say whether i'm complicating matters, or being complacent about them... i just received a message on facebook that made me think of watching a horror movie (friend request)... i also stalked... i stalked... **** me! i stalked! who’s the happy bunny!? me!
Dallas Allen Oct 2014
"Guys I think I beat being depres..."
The words refuse to come out
Somethig inside me stops me.
Maybe the darkness inside?
Is it the sadistic nature that reveals In
My own depressed states? I do not
Think I suffer depression... But
These states come and go...
"Should I stay or should I go?"
It stays and goes as it please,
Nightmares here and nightmares there
Unforgiving discontent stares.
This little pressure is making me crack
I can get this darkness off my back.
Should I embrace the darkness or hate?
Is this truly what is to be my fate?
This constant struggle? This endless rebirth of my inner struggle that devours and wrecks my psyche.
This that destroys my very mind?
This ? This should one be content with?
Sorry about my rant guys just needed to vent and I have no one to vent to....
Monkey Jun 2014
Just the though of being. What does it bring to your mind? What is it to be? Or is it even to be to really be? Can we be with just our physical existence? Or does being go deeper than that? Does being mean that we have to exist in more than just the physical realm? Does being mean we have to be part of somethig beyond our imaginations? Being part of a realm of reality that isn't imagined by our brains? Is being something that surpasses life and death? Being is the essence of existing. To be we must understand what it is to exist as what we are and not as who we are. To exist we must go beyond life and death and enter a realm that excceds time. A realm where we are exist as beings who do not live nor die but just exist. A realm where everything is real and non of the illusions that we see in our physical existence exists. That is to be with out words. Thats is to be with everything that we are and not with what we aren't. That is the existence of the essence of being an existing being.
Rayénari Das Feb 2018
There is a light
in the end of abyss
and its shining
like a bioluminescent
jelly-dream.

And this is somethig to think about:
the bottom of the ocean
is like
a plastic
fake
tree
because its
invisible for normal eye.

One time, i saw
in the deep of silence
a lot of strange animals
traveling far-away
from home.
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2017
I guess you could say
I had to get away
From the way words
Had began to grate...
......of late
For we seem to have entered
A season without reason
Where simple lies
Multiplies
Revealing just how unfeeling
People can be
So much so so much
Hypocrisy
Total insanity seems...
... To have slipped in, ripped in
To the very core of who...
... I used to think we were
And it never did occur
to the me I used to be
Before I had to look... Into the eyes
And accept this new reality
So I took myself out
And closed the door after...
... I locked myself in
Where i decided to start
A season of art
Climbed out of the web
And then ...when
I have the blues
Its somethig i can use
To make lakes or skies
Or lovely eyes
And for a little while
Pretend ....i put an end
To all the ugly hate and bitter  vile
Because i got so tired
And being uninspired
by those who seek
new lower lows
While shooting holes
In their very  own Souls
Saff Jun 2020
Hello world oh so large, everywhere there is something. So, oh my where do I start, there's always something. Somethig to see, something to feel, taste, or smell. And to think I can hear all of you, all of you everywhere, just by looking for you. Just by caring you see, you see humans you and me.
THIS IS BAD LOL, OH WELL SEE YOU ALL NEXT TIME
Sk Abdul Aziz Oct 2015
When in love be prepared to go through hell
'Coz it is through the challenging path of hell that you will have to make your way to heaven
It's not gonna be easy
It never is
You will need loads of patience..
..and an unlimited reserve of willpower
There will be times when you will have self-doubts
There will times when your faith will be shaken
The more closer you reach the more rougher the tides will get
But you gotta be strong
You gotta weather the storm
You have to fight out
You have to be prepared to put your hands into the flame
You have to give yourself a chance
And then if you finally make it you will have truly achieved something major in your life
I'm not saying that you'll come out of it totally unscathed
But even if you can make it out of hell with some minor injuries..then that too would be quite somethig
After all love is something worth taking a few blows for
Jasmine dryer Sep 2018
i am feeling my emotions
in my head their all yelling
causing a commotion
"your not good enough" they shout
"your selfish and greedy"
but don't feel sorry for yourself
you don't want to seem needy

how is it that i can help others
but i cant help myself?
you all come to me with your problems
expecting me to solve 'em

I can't solve mine
maybe its because of the mask i hide behind
but you know what world
I gotta thank you
for all this anger I carry inside

i know that its probably inevtible
for me to carry plan: s
but i want to give it one last shot

and thats what i keep telling myself
just one last shot
and maybe it'll get better

but its not, because of all you selfish *******
i give everything i have to you
i gave myself up to the world
i have torn myself apart
to entertain
please
and just give to you

but your all selfish
you don't give me a break
you always want more
and i guess thats partly my fault

instead of giving you all somethig to wish on in times of need
i gave you a machine
that you've slowly turned to grief

and I know
oh I know

theres nothing i can do

all i'm doing is venting to you
venting a new poetry series
Skyy Blu Jan 28
Momma had an addiction and she had me... at 12 she said these words candidly .....baby girl you're beautiful, smart, and fine, and I thank God for making you mine! I love you...God knows that ,  It's true but there's somethig that, I need you to do! He, Who would be first was simply the worst.... He broke me-- took my body and soul...left me bleeding, naked, and cold crying on a concrete floor... Momma covered me with ***** sheets.... said ,that I done good and the cycle repeats. The next one took my lips....my mouth  a warm surprise, and the next took my hips and thighs; did things to my body that, my heart despised. The next took the very essence of me.... looking into my eyes.... he said--- that, He loved me! Words, I'd never heard before.... at my breaking never more. I remember, standing on the bridge about to give my all..... when  I heard a voice that, said-- I'll catch you when you fall....You saved me Lord.... saved me from it all... gave me new life and made me your own.... You Saved Me! Nova St.Paul

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