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zelda rangel Nov 2019
i am not supposed to exist.
let me burn myself, please.

i've been dragging my feet
for so long, i am creating a scene
publishing the same old beat
writing the same old myths

it's true; i am beyond incurable
although, i believe in the impossible
and the fact that everyone has their own downfall,
but i believe in everyone but myself

... wow, isn't it a call?
my existence doesn't matter, i know. let's be real. there's something wrong with me and i don't know how to end it or change it. is this really the end of the eccentric being i once knew? or is this another poetry for me to realize that every day, it's just getting worse?
Lydeen Aug 2019
Wal-Mart at 12 a.m. is almost eerie.

Silent save the occasional shopper or manager,
Perhaps following you to ensure you don't do anything foolish.

Picking out the dumbest things just because you need to smile.

Playing with your friend in the toys, letting go for once,
Just to be chased away by management.

Losing one of the squad and looking for her.

Wandering over to the makeup, glancing at the camera,
Then picking out what you want and pocketing it an aisle over.

Going to the arcade and winning for once.

It's not a secret, you needed a win,
Plus your little sibling will love the new stuffed toy.

Seeing a random family member.

Rushing away as to remain unseen,
Knowing if your parents find out you will be dead.

The general feeling of disassociated contentedness when you finally leave.

You won't remember half of what happened anyway,
But who cares.

Shopping at night is the best.
Kayla Chappell Jul 2019
The way he walks
His smile
And his complete look.

Drives me absolutely nuts.

The way you turn red,
The way you blush.

I have to know, do you ever think of me too?
I think I've caught you staring across the room.
But it's hard to tell, with all these rules and layers built up.

Please give me a sign, if you see a spark in me, if there could ever be an us.

As of right now, to you;
I'm just another employee.

And To all reading this,
Wish me luck.

I have my heart wrapped around something forbidden
My eyes set on a cloud I can see but not touch.

I can't help it, mister.
you are the one I adore.

The one I yearn to touch.
I do hope, this won't become too much.
Yep, I'm falling for my manager. And the worst thing  about it is I can't even tell anyone. Stupid, stupid heart. You always want what you can't have.
I hope these rules are the only thing that keep us apart. Besides the 13 year age difference.
Zoe Grace Jun 2019
I wish i could do
The right ******* thing for once
But i guess i cant
I never know the right thing to say or do.
em Mar 2019
this isn't fair
my soul
screams louder than the blizzard raging on outside

life isn't fair
i'm tired of this whole living thing
it's not a type of tired that sleep can fix

i don't want to feel ever again.
bad day, i still love you though im glad we're still together but i can't live anymore
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