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  Dec 2016 Unnoticed Notes
kennedy
We were abused
In the same way
And yet you used me
I see fire in your eyes and I see comfort in your smile. I see everything that moves me,
I thought nothing would ever move me again but there you were
With beer on your jacket
I am panting admiration
But your touch is toxic
And you touched me well
You loved me
You never found yourself so you lost me.
But then i lost me
You ruined me
So vulnerable at seventeen
I have lost that weakness
Calloused and cold
Sometimes the darkness won't let go
But I am stronger now
Xanax dreams don't leave
In other bottles I find release
  Dec 2016 Unnoticed Notes
Shawn
Do
Drugs,
They fill me with the warmth of my mother,
They fill the void of my father,
And leave me wanting more like lovers,
Pick me up when I'm down like friends,
And like my mother, father, lovers, and friends it's only around while I have money,
This may be a series too. Not to serious though.
  Dec 2016 Unnoticed Notes
Blossom
Is Love...
Exposing bodies to be able to feel another's sweaty chest, swollen lips, sticky ***, and ragged breath?
Falling out of reality through colorful clouds until you pass out on the side of the road convulsing from an overdose?
Tending to the bruises and cuts given the night before while promising to never do harm again?
Wasting thousands of dollars on expensive toys and new fake bodies only to be unwanted years later?
Playing with the bodies of others while deceiving the one person who gave it their all?
Laying inside of strong arms and finally being able to feel safe and secure, even if only for a short while?
Waking up every day where the only contentment found is in visiting a gravestone that contains memories of a whole life lived?
A newborn child, with its bliss innocence of the cruel world it has been born into?
Being able to speak the 3 worded and 8 lettered phrase aloud?
Love is Love. I'm done trying to make love poems, because how can one who isn't even sure what love is, write about it? I want to know, i desperately do, what is the secret, the recipe, the magical spell i must know in order to receive and give love?
  Dec 2016 Unnoticed Notes
Eloi
You sit in a room that's dark,
It's silent, pitch black.
in hope of hiding from the chaotic tragedy of the world around you.

A creak in the floorboards due to the natural rotting of a beam that has stood for too long, becomes a demonic presence creeping towards you.
Your mind becomes the origin of paranoia itself.

What was once your home has become a prison,
Your own mind keeps you inside the walls of the voices that you hear and illusions that you see.

******* will do that to you,
But if they try hard enough, so can people.

People can drive you to the point where you see things where there's nothing but empty space,
And to a place where not even the moments before you fall asleep are silent.

A sewn up mouth to stop you from telling their secrets, you'll never unwind the truth that you live to anyone who could help.

Isolation will destroy you, eventually.
This explains exactly how I feel at the moment, the world is so corrupt
She may have had him
In a certain way that breaks my heart
But I have something
That probably tears her apart
I have all his love
Something she has never had
She can say she had his body
She can even say a couple times
But a body is nothing
Without a heart inside
She's just lonely
She wants to feel loved
So she shows them her body
And gives it all up
But a girl like her
Will never have what I have
Because a nice body
Is nothing without the heart inside
So, say you've had him
Try to break my heart
But I've had him in so many ways
You wouldn't understand the start.
Maybe one day someone will love you
And you will understand my pain
I can't wait to see that day
She may have had him
But I've got him in so many ways
The difference between you and I
i have seen hell,
and its not what many believe
for the sickening screams and ghastly gore
the melting of men and the definite damnation
are the suffering souls' torment
but no pain comes from the skin
instead they are numb

the mouths are sowed shut and the lungs are collapsed
cannot feel a knife plunged into a head
cannot feel sympathy for those around
no anger or sadness
no happiness or love or hate
the only thing felt is loneliness
completely alone forever

the horror and shrieks come not from pain of the flesh
but from the loneliness of the spirit, heart, and mind
for loneliness is fear, confusion, and hopelessness

only minds can process such
and only hearts can feel such
only souls can remember
these are the instruments with which the screeches come out
for the mouth is sowed shut

most of you might think this is a story, a lie
you have never been alone
for those who know are very few
because most do not survive

alone
it is the worst punishment of all
there is no other that causes greater misery
or reduces man to such madness
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