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The Truth Is
The truth is I was broken for so long, I even had myself convinced that I was well put together And as long as I was fixing something else, someone else
By Roulette Weekend8 years ago in Poets
Sleepless Nights
Tired. This stress brings out the demon in me. One that weighs heavy on the eyes and inside. With only one thought to get through the day.
By Carli Chisenall8 years ago in Poets
Schism
True. Not. She smiles. Twice I've won. He says, Her face drops a little. You were counting? A snigger now. And? Nothing. You took your time is all I am saying.
By クリス Confused8 years ago in Poets
You Sacrifice...
“You sacrifice because without it, those burdened by their own mirror, would not hear your voice telling them they are truly beautiful. Instead of you going to the local supermarket at 5 to buy oranges, you are buying their trust to hold space and heal them.
By Ed G8 years ago in Poets
Saturday21018
Staring into your eyes I see my shoulder to cry on, best friend, boyfriend, partner in crime, love of my life but now I see now of that
By Brittany Smith8 years ago in Poets
"... Could You Be My Bucky?"
"I am looking for my Bucky Barnes." I murmured more than once as I fell asleep, the image of a playful and loyal guy slowly beginning to creep.
By Stephanie Lifton8 years ago in Poets
Perfection
The tips of the sunrise grazed her face Giving her beauty an electrifying aura The profile of a goddess engraved in his mind
By Carli Chisenall8 years ago in Poets
Dulled Senses
Blank faces, Empty dreams In my head I hear the screams. Looks of amazement, feeling of estrangement In the end what does it all mean?
By Jade Grayson8 years ago in Poets
This Is... Me
Distress seeps through my every pore, plaguing my body through physical and mental scorn. I appear to get even more gangling
By Stephanie Lifton8 years ago in Poets
Hypno Wheel
Spinning, spinning out of control, a hypnowheel continues to roll, turning my mind inside and out, It all hits at once and I need to shout
By Jade Grayson8 years ago in Poets
Shades of Blue
ive always been 50 shades of blue, but baby when you came you showed me that were other crayons to color with and now
By Layla Austin8 years ago in Poets
Stronger
I now aim to walk three miles a day, weather depending— they say to me, "Yeah, you don't want to blow away?" I am getting more meat on my bones
By Stephanie Lifton8 years ago in Poets