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 Apr 21 Poet
Leanne
When your heart is feeling tired and full in all its parts,
It's me that will help you, baby, I'll carry your heart.
When your heart is feeling heavy and it's full of a load to bear,
It's me, love, I'll carry your heart with so much care.
When your mind is racing and you don't know which way to go,
It's me, Ray, I'll carry your heart to lessen your load.
When you struggle with your decisions, your heart should take,
It's me, Ray, I'll help. I'll carry your heart when you need a break.
When you just need to know that you're truly not alone within your heart,
Baby, it's me, I'll always carry your heart as long as you let me; we won't break apart.
All my love my sweet Ray ❤️
 Apr 21 Poet
Soul-in-poetry
My bed is so warm,
So safe

Leave me here to rot please.
I enjoy the comfort of my bedroom
I don’t mind being left alone

I crave the isolation,
I crave being alone in my thoughts
I crave being calm and tired in my bed

Oh my bed is so warm,
So comfortable

I don’t care for the good weather out
The “exciting things” to do

Just leave me here to rot
I’m just so tired

I know this isn’t healthy,
But I’m scared–
So please just let me hide here,
I feel so weak…
Just a little poem about depression
 Apr 21 Poet
Lyle
Lies
 Apr 21 Poet
Lyle
Lies, deceit
truth stowed away
kept behind clenched teeth
and locked lips
all the while the lies spill
unbound, from desperate mouths
oozing out like honey dripping from
a liar's tongue
Lies, deceit
I’m going to quit you,
like the bad habit you are.


You’re a vice,
both constrictive
and a weakness.
You’ve already wasted so much of my time.

So I’m quitting you,
like the bad habit you are.
Cold turkey.


And I don’t believe I’ll regret it.
No more writing about you, wasting time thinking about you.
 Apr 19 Poet
AS
DON'T FIX ME
 Apr 19 Poet
AS
I am broken,
don't fix me.
If you find me in pieces,
don't collect me.
I am replaceable,
just replace me.
It's quite easy.
 Apr 4 Poet
Irma
Vu
 Apr 4 Poet
Irma
Vu
I used to love
Not to be loved.
I used to notice
Not to be noticed.
This is what I was meant to be.
 Apr 3 Poet
Kaiden
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Kaiden
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 Apr 3 Poet
Xio
My heart was heavy, so I wrote, turned ghosts to words, let poems float. You read, you stayed, you understood—and that alone made bad days good.

So here’s my thanks, a whispered sigh—
I’ll step away, but not goodbye.
 Apr 3 Poet
Lyle
footsteps
 Apr 3 Poet
Lyle
some people's footsteps are loud
they want everyone to know that they have entered
or perhaps they have no reason to hide
They strike the ground first with their heel
you can always hear them approach

but mine?
my footsteps are silent
I glide across without a sound
no one needs to know that I am here
I have reason to hide
I tread first with the pads of my feet
you will never hear me approach
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