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Brianne Rose Oct 2016
No longer can I deny it.
Laugh all you want I have grown to not care about your words of hatred and spite.
Why I didn't ever see it before I don't know.
Was it because I was in denial?
Or because I was so simply staring out a window too foggy to clearly see through?
You may have been in my life for many a year, but never as I always wanted you.
Caring then Not.
Warm then Cold.
Close then Distant.
Gone is the loving soul I once knew.
What is that thing who has taken up residence where your soul once was?
What hideous unkind creature have you become?
No longer does your soul shine bright like the stars.
No longer does your infectious laugh ring loud and clear through these walls.
No longer do your eyes hold the warmth they once had.
You are no longer the being I cared for and once loved.
Why has this insidious thing taken your place?
Your kind compassionate words now cold biting and cruel.
Your warmth now chilling and cold.
Your eyes cut into me and pierce clean through.
Do you even remember the times you smiled?
The times we laughed and had fun?
Do you remember what fun even is?
Where has that person in that THEY so lovingly married?
Where's the kindness you and them once had?
How can I call you family if you never act it?
How can you be the person who once sang, danced,laughed, smiled and loved?
How can you become them again?
Can you ever?
Will you ever?
Please...I want no...Need to know!
Please...
Please.
Another late write...finally starting to restart this back up and get it going again. This is based again off of true event still progressing in my life. Criticism welcome
Crap, Dung, Feces, Manure, Nicotine, Poo, ****, Waste,
It never mattered to the ears just as long as it has taste,
Not the tactile on the tongue but rather the slip of the sound,
The way it dances in the air all day around and round,
To bounce off the walls and the cliffs,
Getting smaller as each corner takes a whiff,
Until the message of emotion is released,
Appealing to the hearts as never it will cease,
Sometimes clear as the springs harvest bring,
While other times it comes in discording rings.
Anyone can sing, finding your voice, well, that's another thing
Shruti Atri Jan 2016
You want to fly,
The wind whistling through your hair;
You want to climb, the tallest peak
And stare down the horror of falling;
You want to hear
The sweet melody of life and love,
Touch with sinful lust
All that you wish--
The pages you ache to fill
Pouring out your heart
In ink, bleeding, as words.
You want to swim.
You want to run.
The water, it calls to your soul;
The fire burns away your fear,
Hesitation crumbling in ash.
But you don't move,
You're stuck.

*Do you remember
Who you were,
Before they told you
Who you should be?
B P Dec 2015
Hello.
I’m toxic.
you probably don’t want to know me
i hurt everyone I love.

Hello.
I have an eating disorder.
I skip meals.
I don’t love myself.

Hello.
I can’t let people in.
I’m scared of people knowing me.
So i hide away.

Hello.
I’m unconfident.
I need constant assurance.
Am I bothering you?

Hello.
I’m sad most of the time.
I’m not good at being happy.
Sorry I’m always down.

Hello.
How are you?
Please go to sleep
Please just go to sleep
Join me in my dreams
Help me because I can't breathe
So please, please just go to sleep
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to tell me I'm not good enough?
Who are you to try take over my life?
Who are you to try to be my weakness?
Who are you to make me bitter?
Who are you to disregard me?
Who are you to try to change me into what I'm not?
Who are you to even try to have control over me?
Who are you?Really who are you?
Meg B May 2015
We met in the summertime,
which I recall because the AC in his apartment
was mediocre at best,
and fans were splayed throughout the
white-walled space as we attempted to
keep cool.

His roommate introduced me,
as he sat with no shirt on,
perched on a wooden chair,
staring intently at a deck of cards.

I think the first thing I noticed was the dazzle of
his smile,
but I can't pretend my eyes didn't veer
to the perfect V that was on display
just above his basketball shorts.

His skin glowed a perfect shade of honey and
cinnamon
in the dim lighting
that emitted from the sole lamp in the corner
of the living room.

I became submerged in a blur of
card games and laughter
and an eerily similar taste in music,
so much so that I forgot it was not he
who I had come to see.
ruby cordero May 2015
You know, I thought you were different
You didn't seem like this a year ago..
But what happened to you now?
I can't even recognize you
I don't understand why your being like this
What happened?

It's like you transformed into a new person
A person which I don't like at all
A cold being, I wasn't used to seeing you like this
What happened?

To hear about you now, it's disappointing
all the things that you have done, it just doesn't seem like you...

To be honest, I guess I never really knew who you were..
I was blinded but what I thought you were..
and now I see what kind of person you are and honestly...
it disappoints me alot
what happened to you ?

I guess I never really knew who you were ...
and with tears in my eyes all I could think is what happened to you? The you who made me smile by just hearing your name
now when I hear your name all I feel is disappointment

I guess I never really knew who you were
And honestly I don't want to know anymore...
Akaash Patel Apr 2015
There are no boundaries, so why do I feel like I'm boxed in?
You chose your path right? Hmm but who supplied your options?
Lets get this right. If someone presents you options in your life,
then already your path is manipulated.
So who simulated your decisions for where you are now situated?
Your friends and family speak but who's thoughts are
coming out of their mouth .
Is that something you've even thought about?
I dare you to describe me,
I'm sorry but the colour of my face and a place can't define me.
Nothing can surprise me, how much do we respect ourselves,
If how much money you make gives you a place in this society.
I guess we've never known anybody our whole life, because ever since you came out of your mother.
We've been getting moulded, corrupted and watched on by big brother.
Marisa Lu Makil Apr 2015
Who are you
Behind that profile picture
That is not you

Who are you
Behind those words that pour
Like blood from your fingers to the keyboard

Who are you
Behind your angry insults
A mendicant of mercy.

Which begs the question:
Who am I behind my picture
And my words
And my angry insults?

I don't know who I am.
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