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A Tragic Last Wish
Because how painstakingly tragic would it be if I killed myself today and asked no one to come to the funeral so I didn't have to see their unforgiving faces
Taylor WebbPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBeauty by the River
(Yet to be finalized)The need I conceived, to search for my soul To fill what I perceived a heavy black hole... But... The light in the night which once burnt bright
Happy
Why does being happy seem so impossible? How does everyone have the same goal and strive for something that always proves to be a struggle?
Emily ValdezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOcean Eyes!
There's a map In the shape of a heart It haunts her night dreams It appears in her day dreams. This map guides her everywhere.
Customer Service Voice
Smoky room, distant dining car Customer service voice asks how you all are Half assed, how are you? No one cares, plainly true
Elena MariePublished 7 years ago in PoetsUnconditionally
I've done everything I can, to make you see the real me. The ugly, the bad, the incarnation of beauty that's reflected upon my face.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSnowflakes
Fat snowflakes floated to the ground, blanketing any remanence of life. A thick blanket of white covered the soil, the grass, the trees; and a sense of silence over took the air. It was not the silence of night in a room without a light, nor the silence in a room full of people staring blankly at one individual. It was a soft muffled silence, like being wrapped into wool carpet. The air was crisp yet scentless, nothing like pumpkin bonfire autumns, and the crispness was much sharper. It was sharp enough to bite her nose, causing an angry red color to emerge. Her cheeks easily followed her nose, enough to look like a blushing school girl. The fat snowflakes clung to her hair and thick eye lashes, the white flakes contrasting against the darker colors. She stood still like a doll, her boots sunk deep into the blanket. She wore a jacket, but it was thin, yet her arms stayed at her sides. She felt cold. Her eyes stared blankly out into the white, fascinated and excited for this time. The time where she felt anything. Spring brought new things; new animals, new plants, new life. Yet she felt no ounce of happiness. Summer baked all life, forced cold treats into her hand and dips into the pool. She did not feel relieved by the cold waters. Autumn killed life that spring brought, causing leaves to shed their youth and fall into death. The satisfying crunch of plant corpses did not bring any joy. Winter however, was a clean slate. A pure world of white, and only white. There was nothing, and in that nothingness she found something. Something more then a daily routine of humdrum. She felt cold, she felt inspired: she felt. Her eyes raised to the street lamp, the only thing that casted light in the darkness around her. The light seemed to flow through the snow, and glowed off of her white coat. She felt at peace and once again, as in every year, she thought to herself, "how odd I find something in nothing, yet nothing excites me more."
Mikayla KahlenbeckPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDown in a Hole
Above ground and alive, but darkness forever clouds the mind. Multiple emotions smother the brain, yet feel nothing but insane.
Sable HeimPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Demons
oh how I loved you and thought I could see through but now I'm torn into all the fucking things I see inside you. oh how I knew how I wanted to be
The Timers
Tick tock out of luck brittle from words to skin I am what I am and I'm as breakable as you Tick tock out of love
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAsk Alice
Wonderland tries to make you mad dreaming of good times we had, Yesterday crawls away before we close our eyes, Cinderella's ball was a test of time,
Kharma ScribblesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNotice
Would you notice me if I left? No longer here. No longer part of your life. I notice you Even if I shouldn’t. It’s been years
Emily ValdezPublished 7 years ago in Poets