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Verbatim Lynnie Jun 2018
Hey, I need your help.
Eager yellings have got me over-thinking,
linking what I think with pain,
I'm on the brink of breaking.
Each incision to my brain,
has never completely faded.
Onto reality, formality presents us to hide everything.
Wrongly suggesting,
we'd be better investing
imperfect perfections-
I've been working on this for awhile now.
Everyone is different, And us, as a society, has said we've accepted that, but we really haven't . We only accept the differences WE understand.
All feedback is welcome and appreciated!
A lost soul Jun 2014
I preffer fighting in a war and saving people's lifes
than watching my beloved ones destroying eachother.
I want to run away and never come back.
I can't handle those yellings and
i can't stop the tears streaming down my face.
I feel empty. Dead.
I am young, i should laugh and have fun with
my friends but instead i am too scared to smile
because i fear that something bad will happen after it.
I grew up surrounded by hate, by anger.
People often ask me why am i so closed into myslef
why am i so scared of everything.
I hope they never feel what i feel.
See what i see.
I see my parents broken. I see them trying so hard
that they don't see what is happening around them.
They don't see my 7 y/o sister crying herslef to sleep,
they don't hear her scream late at night.
They don't see me how i fear of going home.
How confused and stressed i am.
They only care for themselves and nothing else.
I want to run
run
run
and never come back.
But i won't forget it.
I won't forgive them.
Forgive and forget doesn't work for me.
n0r May 2018
O drunk love love me
Like you did before

Your livers’ swellings
In misty yellings

I now know you better

And do not know you
Anymore
According to those
Who study chakras
The liver is tied to the 3rd chakra,
The seat of the self.
An excess of energy here
Leads to anger
Perfectionism
And a desire for control.
Ilija Nov 2019
My father has entered the hovel,
the cave of fantasies,
the domicile of felicity,
the dwelling of pretty creatures.
He opens the basement door
to soothe the monstrosities of the past,
the whispers of sorrow,
the yellings of disdain.
Taking a lump of clay,
he builds a giant
to guard me,
to appease me
whenever I feel scared.
He kisses my forehead
and wishes me sweet dreams
as he opens the door
to go out in the forest.
Void Apr 14
Sometimes the voice isn’t being heard through a poorly built wall.
A system in place to keep one away and capture the lone wolves.
The breath beats to the other side of my heart and damage is done.
There is nothing to go back to bothersome or the words were infected.
Full of nothing, but careless actions from dismissive thoughts to destroyed bridges.

I burnt my bridges and my tongue from speaking to you.
Finding a voice of my own in these flowers is impossible if I’m burning inside.
If the flames never came back or held a special sacred place to death.
My picture frames of childhood was ripped out of the book and burned in the woods with the rest.
I forgot my old self and my old soul with poorly preserved to maintain the bones of one.
Child.

Cold and fostered.
Kept with the flesh and blood heartaches.
You made my heartache with a simple paper.
A simple word instead and the yellings of my actions.
I condemn you in my mind as not a good mother.
No near definition can be defined by how I feel or how you feel.
No words being said, only arguments not guaranteed of winning.
Coming out of the fight and choking on the rest.
The author proclaims the meaning from the sacred and the peace.

Told me to research a word definition on Google.
When the foul definitions represent the devil.
I repel that I won’t remain in the conscious part of your life.
The path you wanted me to take has ruins and marks into silver bones.
I stand deeply in my room being filled with peace instead of torture.
Sadness call it backwards in my feelings.
Ruined the heart of a child.

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